"Are you trying to head off our topic Helen? Take this!" Deneve smirked, splashing seawater at the defenseless short-haired blond girl who was now gazing incredulously at Galatea.
"You'll regret it Deneve! You insidious little brat! Watch my punchy back strike!...Humph!"
"Helen, you're MINE! Don't even try to switch the target!"
Soon after, several great splashes went up again and again in front of Miria, blocking all her views.
What a disgrace...
She smiled awkwardly at the cheerful-looked long-haired blond, and silently set her beach chair and sunshade up, sitting aside quietly.
Galatea either put up a chair and seated herself comfortably by her side.
She stole a glimpse at her collegue, the solemn expression on her face stunning her a bit.
"Something is bothering you." Miria tried to lower her voice and asked, " It's not an occurrence to see you here, Galatea, am I right?"
After a long silence, she nodded her head.
"Teresa is dead."
"...What?!"
She was shocked, almost shouting out loud.
Teresa of the faint smile, that lengendary female spy ranked NO.1 in the organization, who never failed in any missions, has been...dead? That's no way possible.
There must be something behind this.
Gradually, she sobered down. It's no use just staying there and feeling panic, especially under this circumstance, she clearly knew.
"So, it was an unnatural death."She asked her, calmly, "Have you heard of the whole story about it?"
"I don't know where, and how." She shook her head and replied, "It seemed that Teresa was about to rebel after informed of something inside about the organization, afterwards, the upper levels learned directly and soon handled this problem, just like that."
Miria felt her flesh creep. Even such a strong, powerful spy, was eventually crushed by the organization like a bug, so lightly and unwittingly, doubtly so herself. Morever, up to now, she was absolutely ignorant of this organization at all, the one she'd been died in for all those years, and never dug any deeper into any orders from upper levels, just carrying out them. She wondered what kind of truth made Teresa, who looked obedient and exclusive, finally betrayed the organization.
She was reluctant to think more, while the curiosity in her heart was stimulated, disturbing her and making her feel uneasy.
"Knowing too much does nothing good." Galatea crossed her arms, flashing a quick, wary look around, her face emotionless, "This isn't the right place to talk. Come into my room tonight and I'll let you know some details."
She slightly patted on her shoulder, then slowly pacing forward and vanishing in the crowd.
"Hey, Miria! Why are you stucking in here? Come and join us!" Helen went bouncing towards her, glancing around in curiousity, "Where is that beauty? Your colleague? I thought she was here just now..."
"Must have been scared off...by your creepy gaze." Denenve unexpectedly popped up from nowhere, casting a damp over her," The way you were seemed you'd never seen any beauties before."
"She IS a true beauty! My colleagues! Why are they all so plain? Especially that new, called...Yuma? Stupid and dull, and that's enough."
"The exaggeration of your response was rather frightful."
Deneve noticed her in silence for a while, coughing slightly and shifting the conversation to others:" Helen, are you hungry? Let's go and prepare for the barbecue."
"Ohhh-Sure I'm starving!" The short-haired girl was excited, brilliant rays emitted from her eyes, "Move move move!" She grabbed her best friend and bounced away with excitement.
Miria sighed heavily, watching them until they disappeared into the sand sea. Centainly, she wanted to be so joyous and carefree like them, without so many tangled business or complications, enjoying a relaxing holiday, and after that, finishing up with finding her true love and going through a peaceful life.
But she couldn't, and wouldn't allow herself to do so. She was a woman, shouldering burdens and responsibilities. She would live for her faith, the other way round, die for it.