That person... actually looked so similar to March 7th!
Aside from slightly darker hair color, eye color, and clothing style, their facial features were practically carved from the same mold!
The two were sitting very close, in a rather intimate posture. March 7th was looking up, listening intently to the other person, her face showing an excitement she hadn't displayed all day.
Danheng focused his attention, trying to catch the content of their conversation.
However, whether it was due to the distance, the excellent soundproofing of the carriage, or the other person deliberately lowering their voice, all that reached his ears was an indistinct buzzing; he couldn't make out a single word.
He frowned tightly, his heart filled with suspicion.
(Who is this person? Why do they look so much like March 7th? What are they talking about? Is March 7th's recent abnormality related to her?)
Countless questions swirled in his mind.
He subconsciously wanted to push the door open and ask for clarification face-to-face.
But as his fingers touched the cold door panel, he hesitated.
(What excuse would I use to enter? State directly that I was following them? Or pretend I happened to be passing by?)
(Judging by March 7th's demeanor, she doesn't seem to want anyone to know about this meeting. Rushing in might make her even more resistant to communication, or even tip them off.)
Danheng pondered for a moment, then finally slowly released his hand.
(Perhaps... I should observe first, find a more suitable time, and intervene in a more natural way.)
He took a deep look at the two figures inside the carriage, silently retreated into the shadows, and decided to wait for the moment, but the vigilance in his heart had reached its peak.
Meanwhile, inside Black Herta's System Space, she was standing in front of the massive and tranquil Elysian Realm facility.
Her purplish-black eyes calmly gazed at the entrance, as if she could penetrate the data barrier and see the scene inside.
"System, what is the situation inside? What are the Flame-Chasers' reactions?" she asked faintly.
The system puppet immediately responded, raising its hand to display a light screen in the air.
The screen displayed the real-time scene of the Elysian Realm's Core Hall.
Unlike their usual dispersion, multiple Flame-Chasers were gathered in the hall at this moment, and the atmosphere seemed somewhat heavy.
The cat-eared girl Pardo Felis looked around anxiously, her amber eyes full of confusion: "Sister Eden, what happened? Why did you suddenly call everyone here? My Can is still watching the shop..."
Mobius wore a spotless white coat, her green, slightly curly long hair was loose, and her face was full of impatience. She snorted irritably: "If it's just another boring tea party or someone impulsively wanting to hold a concert, I'm leaving now. The data in the lab is much more interesting than this."
At this moment, Eden, who had been silent and seated like a golden monument, slowly began to speak.
Her magnificent golden eyes carried a rare heaviness, and her voice was as elegant as ever, yet tinged with an unresolvable worry:
"Everyone, the reason I summoned you is because of an urgent matter—"
She paused, then clearly uttered a few words, "Elysia... is missing."
"!"
Kevin, who had been standing silently in the corner with his arms crossed like eternal cold ice, had his aura suddenly condense, and a sharp light flashed in his ice-blue eyes.
"Eh—?! Sister Elysia is missing?!"
Pardo was so startled she nearly jumped, and her cat Tail bristled.
Mobius first let out a sneer, examining her nails playfully: "That pink woman? Heh, she's probably hiding somewhere again, ready to jump out and scare people, playing one of her tiresome, boring tricks."
However, Aponia, who was sitting beside them with her hands folded on her lap as if praying, slowly opened her eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through destiny.
Her voice was ethereal and calm, yet carried undeniable power:
"No, Mobius... this time, it is different."
"I... Can no longer see the 'thread' connected to her."
She slightly raised her hand, as if touching the invisible net of destiny. "Not only her, but the segment of the 'Paradise' where she resides... its trajectory of destiny has vanished along with her."
Upon hearing this, even the careless expression on Mobius's face receded, and her green snake-like pupils narrowed slightly, showing a touch of seriousness.
(Aponia's'seeing' has never been wrong...)
"Can't see the thread?"
Su frowned slightly, his gentle tone also carrying seriousness. "Does this mean... complete isolation, or... something worse?"
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