The Black Herta no longer dwelled on the identity issue, instead cutting to the chase: "Presumably, everyone has already learned about the existence of the Golden Descendants and their general plight from Cyrene. One of the core reasons I invited you all here and allowed Cyrene to 'accidentally' enter the Paradise is precisely to leverage your strength to help rescue those Golden Descendants who are still in an anomalous sealed state."
"Regarding this, we need more detailed information."
Su took over, making a rational request.
His wording was cautious, neither agreeing nor refusing.
The Black Herta's lips curved into an extremely faint smile.
"Naturally."
As soon as she finished speaking, a slight notification sound simultaneously echoed in the personal terminals of all the Flame-Chasers. A highly organized data package, far more detailed and structured than Cyrene's account, had quietly arrived. It covered the history of Amphoreus, the birth and threat of the Iron Tomb, detailed individual files of the Golden Descendants, and an analysis of their currently observed confinement states.
"Relevant information has been transmitted. It also includes preliminary suggestions on how to safely approach some of the Golden Descendants."
The Black Herta said, her tone returning to its previous calmness, "I will not force any of you. The choice to offer help is in your own hands."
With that, she seemed about to turn and leave.
"Wait a moment."
Hua's clear and cold voice rang out. She took a step forward, her gaze fixed on the Black Herta, subtly shielding the still somewhat bewildered Li Sushang behind her. "Regarding this child, Li Sushang. Why did you bring her from her world to here? And how can she return?"
The Black Herta's gaze fell upon Li Sushang.
That gaze was calm, yet it seemed to penetrate beyond appearances, seeing deeper things, causing Li Sushang to inexplicably feel a chill, and she instinctively straightened her back.
"She is currently under your care."
The Black Herta said to Hua, her tone an undeniable statement, "Her arrival is related to another project and has nothing to do with the Paradise or the Golden Descendants' affairs. Until the appropriate time comes, staying here is the safest option for her."
Hua's brows furrowed. She was clearly not satisfied with this vague answer and the imposed responsibility, but seeing Li Sushang beside her with nowhere to go, she temporarily suppressed further questions.
The Black Herta said no more, taking one last look at Cyrene, who was peeking out slightly with a complicated expression.
"As for Cyrene, until a suitable solution is found, please get along well with everyone for now."
As her voice faded, her figure dissolved silently like ink merging into water, leaving no trace, as if she had never appeared.
Only the lingering tension in the hall and the new data in the terminals proved that she had indeed descended there just moments ago.
Perspective shift.
Xing lay on March 7th's bed, which had light blue star and moon patterned sheets, her hands clasped behind her head, staring blankly at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers March 7th had put on the ceiling.
The information Kafka brought during her visit still echoed in her mind—"Xianzhou Luofu," "script," "Elio saw new possibilities."
These words were like puzzle pieces, and she had too few clues to form a complete picture.
When the door was gently pushed open, Xing turned her head.
The person who walked in had Himeko's mature and elegant figure, with long crimson hair draped over her shoulders, wearing light pink pajamas adorned with cute bunnies—this was clearly March 7th's taste.
Those eyes, that innocent gaze, undoubtedly belonged to March 7th herself.
"I thought it was Sister Himeko," Xing blurted out.
"Sister Himeko just said it would be better if we all went back to our own rooms to rest..."
March 7th's voice held a hint of confusion. She walked to the bed, trying to sit down with Himeko's usual elegant posture, but accidentally tripped on the edge of the bed, almost falling, and eventually scrambled onto the bed using both hands and feet.
"Oh dear!"
Xing looked at this incongruous scene, unsure what expression to make.
She, of course, didn't know that the precise'sneak attack' she delivered during her sleepwalking last night had left a still visible bump on Himeko's forehead, and also left a slight shadow in the navigator's heart.
With a "snap," March 7th turned off the bedside lamp, and the room plunged into soft darkness, with only the faint light from the nebula outside the porthole.
"So comfortable—"
March 7th let out a satisfied sigh, using Himeko's mature and gentle voice, yet her tone was like a child who had received a new toy.
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