At the same time, outside the alternate space...
"What do we do, what do we do? Stelle won't get hurt, right? Yun Fan won't really go hard on her, will he..."
March 7th anxiously muttered, her pretty willow brows practically twisted into knots.
"Miss March, you don't need to worry. Yun Fan won't truly go heavy-handed on Stelle. Trust him."
Seeing March 7th looking so frantic, the kind-hearted Firefly stepped forward and couldn't help but speak to comfort her.
"Uh... thank you, Miss Firefly..."
Seeing Firefly suddenly comfort her, our Little March first froze slightly, then thanked her with a somewhat complicated expression.
Although she felt a bit of a grudge toward this Miss Firefly in her heart, our Little March could tell that this girl was absolutely someone with a kind heart.
Wu... I really don't know how Yun Fan managed to trick this beautiful silver-white-haired girl in front of me...
"Miss March, is my presence making things difficult for you?"
Seeing March 7th looking at her with such a complicated expression, Firefly assumed it was because of her own presence, so she took the initiative to speak.
"Miss March, I'm very sorry. I actually know about your relationship with Yun Fan, but..."
At this point, the girl lightly pursed her lips and slightly lowered her head. But soon, she raised her head again with determination.
"But I won't let go."
"Yun Fan has shown me great kindness. When my life was about to reach its final end, it was he who saved me from the fate of inevitable destruction."
"It was he who allowed me to continue living as Firefly, to live as a human being—and not as a Glamoth Iron Cavalry, not as a weapon of war!"
The girl's words were forceful and resounding, exploding like thunderclaps in March 7th and Himeko's ears.
"Life-saving grace? Glamoth Iron Cavalry? Weapon?"
Firefly's words contained far too much information. As it flooded into March and Himeko's minds, the two were momentarily stunned.
Instantly, a surge of sympathy rose in Little March's heart toward the girl before her. Although March 7th was somewhat unfamiliar with the name Glamoth Iron Cavalry, upon hearing the word 'weapon', she sensed something.
Gazing into Firefly's emerald-green eyes, March 7th looked for a very long time. Finally, she let out a helpless sigh.
"I understand, Miss Firefly. I won't stand in the way of you and Yun Fan."
In that moment of eye contact with the girl, what kind of look had March 7th seen?
It was a gaze filled with resolve and unyielding determination, yet also carrying a trace of guilt.
The resolve and unyielding spirit represented Firefly's feelings toward Yun Fan—she would not give up because of any difficulties or obstacles.
And that trace of guilt was directed toward March 7th. The kind girl felt guilty—guilty for wanting to take a share of the love that belonged to March.
"R-Really?"
"Mm!"
The innocent Little March nodded, seriously taking Firefly's small hand. Then, interlocking their fingers, she spoke with full sincerity on her face.
"I can feel Miss Firefly's sincerity. Toward Yun Fan, Miss Firefly is genuine. I've felt that sincerity."
With the two shaking hands and making peace, this meeting finally came to a conclusion. The kind Little March ultimately accepted this girl who had been wronged by fate, acknowledging her status as Yun Fan's girlfriend.
Watching Little March and this girl named Firefly become friends, our Miss Himeko nodded in relief, feeling as though a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart.
Honestly, she had already prepared herself to intervene and break up a fight earlier, afraid that Little March and this Miss Firefly might come into conflict.
After all... in a certain sense, these two lovely girls were both victims—mm... victims of that scumbag Yun Fan.
But speaking of which...
Himeko slightly furrowed her brows and glanced once more at the two girls who were now chatting and laughing together.
'Just now, Miss Firefly said she was a Glamoth Iron Cavalry. Does that mean she's a survivor from the former "Skyfront Alliance"?'
...
Jarilo, Belobog... Supreme Guardian's residence...
Deep within the Supreme Guardian's residence, in a sealed room, our Supreme Guardian Lady Cocolia sat cross-legged with her hands forming seals, resembling an immortal cultivator straight out of a xianxia myth.
Hoo—inhale—hoo—exhale...
Cocolia's eyes were tightly shut, her nasal breathing moving steadily with the rise and fall of her lungs.
As Cocolia's chest rose and fell, an extremely vast power of the [Causality] Path slowly surged out from within the woman's body.
Buzz—!
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Cocolia abruptly opened her eyes. She looked thoughtfully in a certain direction within Belobog, but soon shook her head.
"I'm currently at the critical moment of breakthrough. I trust Bronya should be able to handle the company's people. If she can't..."
At this point, Cocolia's gaze turned cold, and an invisible force emanated outward.
Crack crack crack—!
In the span of a breath, biting cold ice climbed up the walls of the room, forming icicles that turned the entire space into a world of ice and snow.
"If she can't resolve it, then once I complete my breakthrough and reach Emanator level, I will personally go to the Interastral Peace Corporation's headquarters and demand an explanation!"
...…
"Lady Jade, Miss Topaz, please take your seats here."
"Mm, thank you, Miss Bronya."
At the negotiation table, Jade casually glanced at everyone present, gave a slight nod, then led Topaz to sit in the positions arranged by Bronya.
"Everyone, please be seated."
After Jade and Topaz had taken their seats, Bronya nodded toward Gepard, Seele, and the others.
Seeing this, everyone found their own seats and sat down.
"Miss Bronya truly is outstanding. So young and already holding the position of Political Officer—truly, heroes come from the young."
Looking at the valiant and spirited girl before her, our Lady Jade smiled faintly and spoke as if in 'compliment'.
"Lady Jade, you flatter me. I'm merely an ordinary Silvermane Guard. It is only thanks to the Supreme Guardian's grace that I sit in the position of Political Officer. The word 'hero'—I dare not accept it."