Children, I didn't do it.
Leon told her not to casually malign herself, 'but Iron Tomb was born not long ago.'
'It's probably related to this.'
The only existence that could affect the Path of The Erudition in the recent period, as far as Leon could think, seemed to be Iron Tomb.
'Iron Tomb? Born? Are you sure these are things that can be linked together?'
Just like the truth of Fuli, the fact that Iron Tomb had not yet been born was rarely known.
Everyone, however, thought that the 'Destruction' equation was its true form; after all, no one dared to imagine that a mere overflow of power from Iron Tomb could be classified as an Emanator.
'If you have any questions, just ask yourself later.'
Leon couldn't be bothered to repeat it; after all, another version of her was preparing to stay.
'She participated throughout, basically knows everything.'
'Huh?' Herta glared at him.
What did that mean, 'she participated throughout'?
What about her?
No, shouldn't this position be hers? Could she actually be 'stolen from home' by herself??? Could she even eat substitutes? No matter how delicious the substitute, it couldn't be the main course!
'Don't randomly huff.' Leon told her to be polite.
'I wasn't huffing!'
Herta subconsciously replied, then asked:
'Why didn't you come directly to me if you had something, expending so much effort to fetch a 'me' from another timeline?' Damn it, she was here first!
'It was nothing.' Leon didn't tell her.
After all, he saved the other one, so he naturally didn't need this Herta's thanks.
'Do you still want the data on the train?'
Leon told her to mind her business, 'If not, I'm leaving. I still have a pile of things to do.'
'Is she with you?'
Herta took a deep breath, and after calming herself, looked at herself and asked.
'Didn't I already say?'
Leon indicated no.
'Anything you want to know, you can ask yourself later. She's definitely staying.'
'Herta' nodded in agreement, 'Please guide me.'
Herta said nothing, her gaze never leaving her other self.
As for staying, she certainly had no objections, and could even be said to be very willing.
She had created many puppets in her own likeness; one more wouldn't hurt.
However, if she were to stay, one problem absolutely needed to be resolved.
That was the issue of primary and secondary roles: who was primary and who was secondary. This was extremely important.
Just as Herta had absolute control over her puppets, she was always arrogant and would not allow a version of herself using her own appearance to step on her head.
Not even if this self was her true self.
'Or, perhaps we can use the intellect you're so proud of to decide a winner?'
'Herta' naturally knew what she was thinking, a smile playing on the corners of her lips.
'You think I'll lose to myself?'
Herta scoffed, saying this was the funniest joke she had ever heard in her life.
To be clear, she was the challenger!
'Herta' crossed her arms, smiling without a word.
She definitely couldn't beat herself now; their abilities were genuinely a class apart.
What was the junior with no Perfect Scholar coronation putting on airs for?
Afterward, Herta said nothing more.
She stepped into the Astral Express, beginning to extract the remaining data and information.
After she was done, she didn't try to keep Leon for long either.
Just before leaving, she said to him, word for word:
'If you need anything, find me.'
Herta specifically emphasized the word 'me,' seemingly wanting to stress that it was her and not her other self.
'I feel like it's not as good as...'
Under Herta's murderous gaze, Leon ultimately didn't utter the words 'not as good as the main push Herta'.
...
Penacony.
After Leon finished with Herta's matters, he finally arrived at the final destination for the Amphoreus incident.
He saw Black Swan off the train, and while he was at it, exchanged a few greetings with Lil' O and brought up the expansion.
She said she had no objections.
No one dared to object, because this place now belonged to him.
He could definitely do whatever he wanted with it.
Leon still had some residual divine power of Remembrance on him, and with the abundance of Memetic Matter here at Penacony, expanding a space would certainly be no difficult task.
Ultimately, it was resolved as a matter of course.
If nothing unexpected happened, Amphoreus would also become one of Penacony's popular attractions in the future.
A touch of rustic charm.
Hmm, how puzzling.
A pink puppy floated by Leon's side, embracing his neck and rubbing against him with its furry body.
'Are you coming with me, or staying?'
Leon didn't pay attention to the hachikō rubbing against him; instead, he lowered his head to the pink-haired shorty walking beside him.
'Will it cause trouble for partner?'
Cyrene nodded, asking somewhat worriedly.
'No trouble, just a bit unexpected.'
It was understandable for Demiurge to go with him; her bond with Amphoreus was entirely nurtured by Cyrene over thirty million cycles, but she had no real sense of belonging.
So she could go with him without burden.
But Cyrene was different; Amphoreus was, after all, her homeland. All the people connected to her, whether friends or parents, were here.
Her choice to go with him was quite unexpected, but not entirely incomprehensible.
People always want to see what's beyond the unknown.
'Peach, let's go together!'
Hearing this, Demiurge turned away from him and went to rub against Cyrene instead.
'So, now we're going with you to say goodbye to everyone?'
Cyrene had previously said she had dedicated her time to the Golden Hearth and their respective families, not having time to say goodbye, so now they would make up for it.
'Mm.'
Cyrene did not deny it.
'Everyone at the Golden Hearth surely wants to see you, and I also want everyone from Sori Miyu to meet you.'
She朝他笑着.
Unfortunately, Leon could only see this smile by looking down.
To be clear, he wasn't awkwardly slandering.
Just looking at the pure pink-haired individuals he had met, apart from March 7th and Demiurge, these two 'Pure Immaculatus,' the others all seemed to be short?
Alas, Fuli's grand touch.
The two, no, the three walked side by side.
They became Penacony's thirteenth hour, becoming Amphoreus's first guests to emerge in its official form.
Abyss of Fate, Januszapolis.
Their first stop.
Here, they met Golden Hearth's Tiresias, who inherited the duty of 'Gateway.' She had regained her former appearance and was softly sobbing in her mother's embrace.
'Teacher Tilibao actually has such a gentle side. She's always had to maintain the appearance of a leader; it must have been tough for her.'
Cyrene looked at them with gentle eyes, softly speaking to her former companion.
'Teacher Tili is innocent, and has a thousand of them!'
Demiurge echoed the things Peach had told her.
'Let's go.'
Cyrene smiled, preparing to head to the next stop.
'Aren't we saying hello?' Leon asked.
'Let's leave her time to Teacher Tilibao.'
Cyrene shook her head, 'How could one bear to disturb such a warm moment?'
This was enough.
To see everyone live peaceful birthdays, that was enough.
Leon glanced at Tiresias, then continued walking with Cyrene.
A super-sized support, not bad.
Eternal Holy City, Ochema.
This was their second stop.
Aglaia, Golden Hearth's inheritor of the duty of 'Romance.'
Everyone knew her as the leader of the Fire-chasers, but few knew she was once a lady of noble birth.
With the Black Tide, the Titans, and the Rekindled Creation all over, she had welcomed back her family and reunited with her relatives.
She could put down her sword and pick up her beloved weaving once more.
'Aglaia, leader of the Fire-chasers.'
'The heavy burden of leading and presiding fell solely on her. Whether it was the Holy City or the Fire Seed, either could be suffocating.'
'But she took it all on and managed them in an orderly fashion.'
'Thank you for all your efforts, Aglaia.'
Cyrene remembered everyone's efforts for this hard-won 'tomorrow.'
'Aglaia, whose beauty is unmatched in the world!'
Demiurge still repeated her impressions of the various Golden Hearths after Cyrene told her their stories.
Leon glanced at her.
A quick glance, an 'old-timer' competitor, a 'medium cup.'
Bloodbath Battlefield, Hanging Peak City.
This was their third stop.
It was also the home of Golden Hearth's Madmos, who inherited the duty of 'Strife.'
'Well done.'
A father's acknowledgment was always simple; he wouldn't say many emotional words, but these three words were
more powerful than any other words.
'Madmos, my son, you have grown into an excellent king.'
Gorgon said with tears in her eyes, smiling.
'...I'm cooking today. What would you like to eat?'
Madmos was silent for a moment, then spoke.
He couldn't say those sappy words, but this was enough.
'That's truly wonderful.'
Cyrene said from the bottom of her heart.
'The Prince of Strife, it seems he has also settled the strife with his family.'
'Madmos, the chef, cooks deliciously!'
At the end of their departure, Demiurge still gave her comment.
Besides Demiurge, Leon was still conducting his own 'eye test.'
Red Memon, a medium cup, ask again and I'll delete it.
Murmuring Forest, Divine Comprehension Tree Garden.
This was their fourth stop.
It was also where Anaxagoras, the Golden Progeny who took over the duty of 'Reason,' resided.
'You've grown up, but you're thin.'
Dionema gently caressed her brother's face, a smile full of heartache on her own.
'Mm...'
Anaxagoras raised his hand, his palm pressing against his sister's hand, feeling the warmth of this rediscovered connection
, saying nothing.
'Oh, even eloquent Teacher Anaxagoras has such awkward moments!'
Cyrene squinted, smiling, seemingly enjoying the warm scene before her.
'Anaxagoras is a teacher, but he talks too much!'
Demiurge didn't like school; she liked listening to stories.
Leon nodded at Anaxagoras, seemingly indicating approval.
'Hmm, King of Soup, passable, a large cup, I guess.'
Snowy Land of Death, Adelia.
This was their fifth stop.
It was the homeland of Castorice, the Golden Progeny responsible for the duty of 'Death.'
'It's been so long since I've braided big sister's hair like this. It truly brings back memories.'
Polyxia, sitting in a wheelchair, said with a smile, her hands braiding her sister's hair.
'Mm...'
Castorice was on pins and needles, not daring to make the slightest move.
'Are you still worried about the curse on you?'
Polyxia said helplessly.
'Big sister, haven't we tested it? The curse on you has disappeared. Relax. You
don't need to live so anxiously anymore.'
'All of this is a bit too wonderful...'
Castorice said softly, 'So wonderful... I dare not believe it.'
'Yes, thanks to that savior from beyond the heavens, we have the chance to converse and even
interact here. If given the chance, we really should thank him properly.'
Polyxia understood; she also occasionally wondered if this was just a dream of hers.
'Yes, this outcome is all thanks to partner.'
Hearing this, Cyrene looked at him with a smile.
'Although I've said it many times, I still want to say, thank you, partner.'
She thanked him once more, very earnestly.
'Partner, I like you!'
Demiurge began rubbing against his neck again, seemingly wanting to express her affection through this action.
'It was nothing.' Leon didn't think much of it.
As for his eye test on Castorice:
'System battleship, a single lump, not his type.'
Singing Sea Abyss, Stychexia.
This was their sixth stop.
It was not only the home of the mermaids but also the birthplace of Hyriel, the Golden Ione of 'Ocean.'
'With this feast, we toast to the arriving savior and to Amphoreus's tomorrow!'
Hesione raised her cup, toasting their hard-won victory with an unending feast!
'Hyriel, the mermaid princess.'
'I'm actually not very familiar with her. She rarely opens up to people. Sometimes when I see
her, I always feel a nameless solitude about her.'
Cyrene said, looking at the figure before her, 'I think she must be someone who fears loneliness.'
'Hyriel, the mermaid, sings beautifully!'
Demiurge also gave her evaluation.
Although he hadn't heard her at all, Leon agreed with the 'sings beautifully' part.
After all, from his 'eye test,' she could sing until the next dawn.
Cloud Remnant Fort, Eye of Dawn and Dusk.
This was their seventh stop.
Hyacine, the Golden Ione who carried the duty of 'Sky,' was conducting full body checks for everyone.
'Alright, usually you should pay more attention to rest.'
'Hyacine, the gentlest Golden Ione.'
Cyrene chuckled.
'She always keeps a smile. She says this is a healer's most basic quality; no matter how tragic the era, she doesn't let it become her own tragedy.'
'Instead, she actively works to heal the era's sorrow and mend its wounds.'
Hyacine, aside from Teacher Tilibao who was everyone's darling, could be said to be the most beloved of the Twelve Golden Iones.
'Hyacine, the physician, is the sun!'
Demiurge nodded in strong agreement.
Just as both gave her high praise, Leon was no exception.
Damn, this one's good! Grandma's shop can even carry a super-sized cup! Oh, he likes this one!
Leon noticed that among the pure pink-haired individuals he had encountered so far...
Demiurge/Cyrene, March 7th/Evernight, Hyacine, Fu Xuan. Among these four, it seemed only Fu Xuan was the most underwhelming, lowering the overall 'gold content.'
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City of Thieves, Doros.
This was their eighth stop.
Sephalia, as can be seen from the region's name, was the Golden Ione who took on the duty of 'Trickery.'
'Welcome home, Sephalia.'
Annus's wrinkled face sagged unattractively when he smiled.
'I'm home...'
But in her granddaughter's eyes, there was no more loving smile in the world.
Sephalia's eyes were a little moist; she took a deep breath.
'Grandma.'
Then she called out a term of address that was strange yet incredibly familiar.
'Sephalia, although often thought to be ill-intentioned, is actually a genuinely good person.'
Cyrene clasped her hands behind her back, a smile on her face.
'Sephalia is a cat; she's a good person!'
Demiurge hummed in agreement a few times.
But unfortunately, Leon's evaluation didn't consider external factors like personality.
'Not as good as Hachikō's hachikō,' rated as a medium cup.
Northern Empire, Hyperion.
This was their ninth stop.
It was the origin of Golden Ione Klytia the Tyrant, who held the duty of 'Law.'
'No need to differentiate; we are both Klytia. Why distinguish so clearly?'
The true princess smiled at the false princess.
Klytia remained silent.
'Klytia, the iron-blooded tyrant, the autocratic monarch. Her contributions to the Fire-chasing Journey are indelible; her rights and wrongs, achievements and failures, are for history to judge.'
From this comment, it could also be seen that Cyrene was not very familiar with Klytia.
'Klytia, a child, but an adult!'
Demiurge's comment, however, succinctly revealed Klytia's outward appearance and inner self.
'She's a master, give her a large cup.'
This was Leon's evaluation before leaving.
Sorrow of the Gods, Ailimyth.
This was their tenth stop, and also their last.
'Yo, Brother Cyrene, going to harvest wheat?'
'Yeah.'
The white-haired rural youth raised his sickle, smiling in response.
'This year's wheat growth is very promising.'
'Haha, indeed, I don't know why.'
Hearing this, Cyrene said, intentionally or unintentionally, 'Perhaps it's because the savior has arrived.'
'Savior? Isn't that what Cyrene always talks about?'
The villager talking to him thought of something and asked:
'Speaking of which, where's Cyrene? I haven't seen her.'
'She...'
Cyrene was about to answer when a female voice preempted him.
'Who's looking for me, Uncle Pisso?'
Cyrene proactively stepped forward to greet him.
'Haha, what a coincidence; speak of the devil and he appears, as they say.'
Pisso laughed heartily, not feeling awkward.
'Who's this behind you?'
He noticed a new face following his 'daughter.' That face was incredibly handsome, oh,
one look and you knew he wouldn't be short of women.
'Uncle Pisso, take a guess?' Cyrene played coy.
'How could I possibly guess that?'
Pisso indicated he shouldn't be put on the spot.
'This must be the savior, who else could it be?'
Cyrene spoke with a matter-of-fact tone.
'Hello, I'm Cyrene of Ailimyth.'
He extended his hand.
Leon shook it, 'Leon.'
This one was even a 'main push' level card.
Not only could he fight Zephyro, but he could also attract Nanook's prolonged gaze, especially when the thirty million cycles' Fire Seed had a momentary 'Aeon' aura during its outburst.
Its 'gold content' was self-evident.
'Partner, I hope you'll allow me to call you that.'
Cyrene tightened his grip, very earnest!
'Partner, thank you, truly thank you, thank you for saving Amphoreus!'
He looked directly into his eyes, sincerely offering a belated thanks.
'If you're calling me partner, what else is there to say?'
Leon chuckled, 'It's only right!'
He indicated they were brothers, so no need for formalities.
'Partner, do you mind if one more person joins your journey?' Cyrene asked.
'There must be many other worlds like Amphoreus, currently plunged into dire straits. I want to bring salvation to these worlds, just like you!'
Precisely because he had been caught in the rain, he wanted to hold an umbrella for others, just like Leon!
'And, to seek revenge against Nanook!'
Cyrene spoke with shining eyes, every word clear and forceful.
The struggle had never ended; it was only just beginning!
As long as Nanook was not eliminated, the tragedy of Amphoreus could potentially be re-enacted once more!
Now was not the time for peaceful living.
Cyrene's hatred was indelible; he absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen!
'Come on, everyone!'
'That's so right, brother, revenge is due! Leon will directly poach Nanook's corner for The Hunt, alright!'
'What, are you guys going to visit some big places?'
Pisso was quite familiar with this feeling.
'Yeah.'
Cyrene openly admitted, 'As for my parents, I'll trouble you to inform them.'
'Oh, rest assured, leave it to me!'
Pisso nodded, accepting the task.
'And, thank you, savior.'
He bowed to Leon, thanking him for his contributions.
'These two are famous for being honest kids from our Ailimyth. Since they say you are the savior, then I believe you certainly are.'
'Leon is a hero, and a lover!'
Demiurge seized the opportunity to 'fish in troubled waters' and said.
'Why are you being so polite with your great-uncle!'
Leon told him not to be so overly polite.
'It was nothing; no need to thank me!'
After Cyrene and Cyrene gathered some things in Ailimyth, the two returned with Leon.
They headed to the Astral Express.
Before they left, almost all the villagers of Ailimyth
came to bid farewell to these two, who were no different from 'village heroes.'
'Oh, Uncle Pisso.'
Cyrene remembered an unanswered question, and this was the perfect opportunity.
'This is my lover!'
She grabbed Leon's wrist, lifting him high, as if declaring her sovereignty, or like a bride showing her 'blondie' to her old father.
Fortunately, the customs of Ailimyth were simple and honest, so no incidents occurred in the end.
...
Penacony.
As the four were about to leave Amphoreus, several people blocked their path.
They were the Twelve Golden Progeny they had just met.
'For the train that wishes to journey through the starry seas, may I suggest adding one more passenger?'
Klytia said so, with Hesione standing by her side.
'I am very interested in the worlds on the other side, and perhaps my talent can lend you a hand.'
Anaxagoras also arrived, speaking with confidence.
'Amphoreus's future will be grasped by ourselves.'
Madmos stood before him, indicating that Amphoreus's strife was not yet over.
'Heh-ho, I'm very curious about what treasures lie outside Amphoreus. I'll have to ask the savior to take me out to see them.'
Sephalia said with a chuckle.
'I hope I can also contribute my humble strength to this journey.'
Aglaia said earnestly.
'Not just Amphoreus, there must be many other worlds that need the guidance of an oracle. I want to help
them, help these people get back on track.'
Tiresias gave her reasons for making this choice.
'I don't want to see partings of life and death anymore.'
Castorice said softly.
'I want to be the dawn and dusk that more people need.'
As a healer, Hyacine wanted to cure more people and save more worlds.
Leon looked at them.
'If you want to come, then come. The Astral Express won't refuse anyone.'
He did not refuse their request to board."Children, I haven't done it."
Leon told her not to casually smear his name. "However, Iron Tomb was born not long ago."
"It's mostly related to that."
In the recent timeframe, the only existence Leon could think of that could affect the Path of "The Erudition" seemed to be Iron Tomb.
"Iron Tomb? Born? Are you sure these two things can be connected?"
Just like the truth of "Fuli," the fact that Iron Tomb had not yet been born was little known.
Everyone thought that the "Destruction" equation was Its main body; after all, no one dared to imagine that just a little overflowing power from Iron Tomb could be classified as an "Emanator."
"If you have any questions, just ask yourself later."
Leon was too lazy to repeat it; anyway, the other her was preparing to stay behind.
"She participated in the whole process and basically knows everything."
"Hah?" Herta glared at him.
What does that mean? What does 'she participated in the whole process' mean?
What is the meaning of this? What about her?
No, shouldn't this position belong to her? Could she actually have her home stolen by herself???
Can this kind of thing even have a meal replacement? No matter how delicious the meal replacement is, it can't serve as the main meal!
"Don't hiss randomly." Leon told her to be polite.
"I didn't hiss!"
Herta answered subconsciously, then asked: "If you had business, why didn't you look for me directly? What is the meaning of expending so much effort to fish another me out from a different timeline?"
Damn it, clearly she came first!
"Just a casual matter." Leon didn't tell her.
After all, the one he saved was the other one, so naturally, he didn't need this Herta's thanks.
"Do you still want the data on the train?"
Leon told her to get busy with serious business. "If you don't want it, I'm leaving. I still have a pile of things to do."
"Is she coming with you?"
Herta took a deep breath, and after calming her emotions, she looked at herself and asked.
"Didn't I say it already?"
Leon indicated that wasn't the case.
"If you have any matters, you can ask yourself later. She is definitely staying behind."
"Herta" nodded in agreement. "Please take care of me."
Herta didn't speak, but her gaze never left the other version of herself.
Regarding staying behind, she certainly had no objections; one could even say she was very happy.
She had quite a few puppets created in her own image, so one more wouldn't make a difference.
However, regarding staying behind, there was one problem that had to be solved.
That was the issue of primary and secondary status. Who is primary and who is secondary—this is quite important.
Just as Herta had absolute control over those puppets of hers, she had always been arrogant and would not allow a version of herself using her appearance to step on her head.
Even if this 'self' was a real self, it wouldn't do.
"Or perhaps, we can use the intellect you are so proud of to decide a winner?"
"Herta" naturally knew what she was thinking right now, the corners of her lips curling up into a smile.
"You think I would lose to myself?"
Herta scoffed. This was the funniest joke she had heard in her life.
Let it be stated in advance: she is the challenger!
"Herta" crossed her arms, smiling without speaking.
She absolutely couldn't win against herself right now; the abilities of the two were genuinely separated by a whole tier.
What is a little junior who hasn't undergone coronation as a Perfect Scholar pretending for?
Afterward, Herta didn't say anything more.
She stepped into the Astral Express and began extracting the remaining data and information inside.
After finishing her work, she didn't try to keep Leon excessively.
She merely said a sentence to him word by word before leaving:
"If there is anything, find me."
Herta placed heavy emphasis specifically on the word 'me,' seemingly wanting to emphasize that it was her, not the other self.
"Feels not as good as..."
Under the murderous gaze of the Herta by the roadside, Leon ultimately didn't spit out the words 'not as good as the main push Herta.'
***
Penacony.
After Leon finished with Herta's matters, he finally arrived at the final destination of the Amphoreus incident.
He sent Black Swan off the train and incidentally greeted Little Wu a few times, mentioning the matter of expansion.
She said she had no objections.
And no one dared to have objections, because this place now belonged to his territory.
He could definitely arrange it however he wanted.
Leon still had some residual divine power of "Remembrance" on him. Coupled with the pile of Memoria here in Asdana, expanding a space certainly wouldn't be a difficult task.
In the end, it was resolved as a matter of course.
If nothing unexpected happened, Amphoreus would also be one of the hot tourist spots of Penacony in the future.
Especially the rural folk customs part.
Eh, speaking of being lost.
A pink puppy floated by Leon's side, hugging his neck and rubbing vigorously with its furry body.
"You want to go with me, not stay?"
Leon didn't pay attention to the Hajimi rubbing against him; instead, he lowered his head and spoke to the pink-haired dwarf walking in company.
"Will it cause trouble for your partners?"
Cyrene nodded, asking with some worry.
"It's not really a trouble, just a bit unexpected."
Demiurge leaving with him was understandable. Her bonds with Amphoreus were entirely irrigated by Cyrene over thirty million lifetimes, but she had no real sense of belonging.
So she could go with him without any burden.
But Cyrene was different. Amphoreus was her hometown after all. Whether it was friends or parents, everyone related to her was here.
Choosing to go with him was quite unexpected, but not understandable.
People always want to go to the unknown outside to take a look.
"Peach, together!"
Hearing these words, Demiurge turned her head and left his body, switching to rubbing against Cyrene.
"So, now I'm going with you to say goodbye to everyone?"
Cyrene said before that she had left all the time for the Golden Progeny and their respective families and hadn't had time to say goodbye, so now she was going to make up for it.
"Mhm."
Cyrene didn't deny it.
"Everyone in the Golden Progeny definitely wants to see you, and I also want everyone in Castrum Kremnos to see you."
She smiled at him.
Unfortunately, Leon could only see this smile by lowering his head.
To be honest, he really wasn't trying to blindly hate.
Just discussing the few pure pink-haired women he had seen—apart from the two Immaculatus, March 7th and Demiurge, the others all seemed to be shorties?
Sigh, the big hand of "Fuli."
Two people—oh no, three people walked side by side.
Becoming the thirteenth hour of Penacony, becoming the first guests of Amphoreus which had appeared with its formal visage.
Abyssal Destiny, Janusapolis.
This was the trio's first stop.
Here, they met the Golden Progeny who inherited the duty of "The Doorway," Tribios. She had restored her form from the past days and was sobbing softly in her mother's embrace.
"So Teacher Tribios-bao also has this fragile side. She has always had to maintain the appearance of a leader; it was truly hard on her."
Cyrene looked over with gentle eyes, whispering softly to her former companion.
"Teacher Tribios is childlike; there are a thousand of her!"
Demiurge chimed in from the side with the things Peach had told her.
"Let's go."
Cyrene smiled, preparing to head to the next stop.
"Not going to say hello?" Leon asked.
"Leave the time to Teacher Tribios-bao."
Cyrene shook her head. "How could I bear to disturb such a warm time?"
This was enough.
Being able to see everyone live a peaceful birthday, this was sufficient.
Leon glanced at Tribios, then followed Cyrene to continue moving forward.
Super Large Cup Support, not bad.
Eternal Holy City, Ochema.
This was the trio's second stop.
Aglaea, the Golden Progeny inheriting the duty of "Romance."
The world knew her as the leader of the Fire Chasers, but few knew she was once a lady of a noble house as well.
With the Black Tide, the Titans, and the re-creation... now that everything had ended, she welcomed back her own family and saw her kin again.
She could put down the sword and pick up the weaving patterns she loved.
"Aglaea, the leader of the Fire Chasers."
"The burdens of the guide and the presider all pressed upon her alone. Whether it was the Holy City or the Fire Seed, any single one could crush a person until they couldn't breathe."
"But she took them all on, and managed them in perfect order."
"Thank you for your dedication all along, Aglaea."
Cyrene remembered everyone's efforts for this hard-won "tomorrow."
"Aglaea, beauty unmatched in the world!"
Demiurge continued to repeat her impressions of each Golden Progeny after Cyrene told her stories.
Leon glanced at her.
One glance confirms it, a veteran tier contestant, a Medium Cup.
Bloody Battlefield, Suspended Edge City.
This was the trio's third stop.
It was also the hometown of Mydemos, the Golden Progeny of "Strife."
"Well done."
A father's acknowledgment is always simple. He won't say many sentimental words, but these two words appeared more powerful than any other speech.
"Mydemos, my son, you have already grown into an outstanding King."
Gorgo said with tears in his eyes and a smile.
"...I'll cook today. What do you want to eat?"
Mydemos was silent for a while, then spoke.
He couldn't say those mushy words, but this was fine.
"That's really good."
Cyrene said from the bottom of her heart.
"The Crown Prince of Strife, it seems he has also reached a conclusion with the strife of his family."
"Ten Thousand Enemies, a cook, makes delicious food!"
At the end of their departure, Demiurge still gave her review.
Besides Demiurge, Leon also continued his visual acuity test.
Red Memoria Spirit, a Medium Cup. If you ask again, deleted.
Babbling Forest, Divine Epiphany Tree Courtyard.
This was the trio's fourth stop.
It was also where Anaxagoras, the Golden Progeny who took over the duty of "Reason," was located.
"Grown up, but got thinner."
Dione gently stroked her younger brother's cheek, a smile filled with heartache hanging on her face.
"Mhm..."
Naxas raised his hand, his palm pressing tightly against the back of his sister's hand, feeling this warmth regained after being lost, not saying a word.
"Oh my, the eloquent Teacher Naxas also has such awkward moments."
Cyrene narrowed her eyes and smiled, seemingly liking the warm scene before her.
"Anaxagoras is a teacher, but talks too much!"
Demiurge didn't like going to school; she liked listening to stories.
Leon nodded at Naxas, appearing to represent approval.
"Mhm, Soup Drinking King, acceptable, barely a Large Cup."
The Snowy State of Death, Adlivun.
This was the trio's fifth stop.
The hometown of Castorice, the Golden Progeny responsible for the duty of "Death."
"It's been a long time since I braided Big Sister's hair like this; it really makes one nostalgic."
Polyxia, sitting in a wheelchair, said with a smile, her hands doing the weaving work on her sister's hair.
"Mhm..."
Castorice felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, not daring to move even a little.
"Still worried about the curse on your body?"
Polyxia said helplessly.
"Big Sister, haven't we tested it? The curse on your body has already disappeared. Relax your mind; you don't need to live so fearfully anymore."
"All of this is a bit too wonderful..."
Castorice said softly, "Wonderful to the point... I don't dare to believe it."
"Yes, thanks to that Savior from beyond the sky, we have the chance to talk and even interact here. If there's a chance, we really must thank him properly."
Polyxia could understand; she also wondered from time to time if this was just a dream of hers.
"Yes, having this ending is all thanks to Partner."
Cyrene heard this and looked at him with a smile.
"Although I've said it many times, I still want to say: Thank you, Partner."
She said it again quite seriously.
"Partner, like!"
Demiurge started rubbing his neck again, seemingly wanting to express her love through this behavior.
"Just a casual matter." Leon felt it was nothing.
As well as the visual measurement for Castorice:
System battleship, a single piece of shit, not what he likes.
Intoxicated Song Sea Realm, Stichos.
This was the trio's sixth stop.
Not only the Sirens but also the birthplace of Halcyola, the Golden Progeny of "Ocean."
"With this joyful feast, a toast to the arriving Savior, and to the tomorrow of Amphoreus!"
Hysilens raised a toast, using the unceasing joyful feast to toast their hard-won victory!
"Halcyola, the Princess of the Sirens."
"I'm actually not very familiar with her. She rarely opens her heart to people. Sometimes when seeing her, I always feel there is a nameless loneliness about her."
Cyrene looked at the back figure in front of her and said, "I think she must be a person who fears loneliness."
"Halcyola, Siren, sings beautifully!"
Demiurge also gave her own evaluation.
Although he hadn't heard it at all, Leon agreed with the point about singing beautifully.
After all, judging from the visual measurement, she could go sing "The Next Dawn."
Cloud Ruins, Eye of Dawn.
This was the trio's seventh stop.
"Alright, pay more attention to rest usually."
Hyacine, the Golden Kite carrying the duty of "Sky," was currently performing comprehensive physical checkups for everyone.
"Hyacine, the gentlest one among the Golden Kites."
Cyrene chuckled lightly.
"No matter when, she maintains a smile. She says this is the most basic quality of a healer. No matter how tragic the era, she hasn't let it become her own tragedy."
"She is even striving to heal the tragedy of the era, bridging the pains of the times."
Hyacine, if one casts aside Teacher Tribios-bao who is the group favorite, could be said to be the one most liked by everyone among the Twelve Golden Kites.
"Hyacine, physician, is the sun!"
Demiurge nodded in agreement quite significantly.
Just as the evaluations given by the two were very high, Leon here was no exception.
Holy crap, this one is okay. A milk-healer can still carry a Super Large Cup!
Ouch, he likes this one!
Leon discovered that up until now, among the pure pink-haired players he had encountered—
Demiurge/Cyrene, March 7th/Evernight, Hyacine, Fu Xuan. Among the four, it seemed only Fu Xuan was the most lackluster, lowering the overall gold content.
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Capital of Thieves, Doros.
This was the trio's eighth stop.
Cephalia. As could be seen from the name of this region, she was the Golden Kite who took over the responsibility of "Cunning."
"Welcome home, Cephalia."
Annus's wrinkled face became loose and saggy when she smiled; it was very ugly.
"I'm back..."
But in the eyes of her own granddaughter, there was no more benevolent smile in the world than this.
Cephalia's eyes were a bit moist. She took a deep breath.
"Grandmother."
Then she called out the strange, yet incomparably familiar address.
"Cephalia, although often thought to harbor bad intentions, is actually a genuine good person."
Cyrene stood with hands behind her back, a smile hanging on her face.
"Cephalia is a cat, is a good person!"
Demiurge chimed in with a few 'mhm-mhms'.
But unfortunately, Leon's evaluation didn't look at these external factors like personality.
A Hajimi not as good as Hajimi (Mimi). Evaluated as a Medium Cup.
Northern Empire, Hyper.
This was the trio's ninth stop.
The Golden Kite of "Law" duty, the starting point of the Tyrant Cerydra.
"No need to sever it. You and I are both Cerydra, why the need to distinguish so clearly?"
The true Imperial Princess smiled and said to the false Imperial Princess.
Cerydra remained silent.
"Cerydra, the Iron-Blooded Tyrant, the Dictatorial Monarch. The contributions she made to the Fire Chasing Journey are indelible. Merits and demerits will be judged by history."
From this comment, one could actually tell that Cyrene and Cerydra weren't very close.
"Cerydra, a small child, but an adult!"
Demiurge's comment, on the other hand, stated Cerydra's surface and interior in a single phrase.
Is a master. Give her a Large Cup.
This was Leon's evaluation before leaving.
The Grief of the Gods, Castrum Kremnos.
This was the trio's tenth stop, and also the final stop.
"Yo, Big Brother Phainon, going to harvest wheat?"
"Yes."
The white-haired rural lad raised his sickle and replied with a smile.
"This year's wheat growth is gratifying."
"Haha, indeed. Don't know why though."
Phainon heard this and said intentionally or unintentionally, "Maybe because the Savior has come."
"Savior? Isn't that something Cyrene always hangs on her lips?"
The villager chatting with him thought of something and asked:
"Speaking of which, where is Cyrene? Why haven't I seen her?"
"She..."
Just as Phainon wanted to answer this question, a female voice answered a step ahead of him.
"Who is looking for me, Uncle Piso?"
Cyrene actively stepped forward and greeted him.
"Haha, this is truly a coincidence. Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives, as they say."
Piso laughed heartily, not minding the awkwardness.
"This person behind you is?"
He noticed a fresh face following behind his "daughter." That face was incredibly handsome.
One look and you knew women were definitely not scarce for him.
"Uncle Piso, take a guess?" Cyrene kept him in suspense.
"How could I guess that?"
Piso indicated it was better not to make things difficult for him.
"This must definitely be the Savior, who else could it be."
Phainon used a tone that took it for granted.
"Hello, I am Phainon of Castrum Kremnos."
He extended his hand.
Leon shook it back. "Leon."
This one was even more of a main-push tier card.
Not only could he fight against Zephyro, but he could also attract Nanook's long-term gaze. Especially when the Fire Seed of thirty million lifetimes exploded, he even had a moment of "Aeon" aura.
The gold content goes without saying.
"Partner, I still hope you can allow me to address you as such."
Phainon increased the strength in his hand, quite serious!
"Partner, thank you. Really, thank you. Thank you for saving Amphoreus!"
He looked straight into his eyes and sincerely offered a belated thanks.
"You're already calling me partner, what's there to say."
Leon laughed once. "It's what should be done!"
He indicated they were all brothers, no need for these hollow things.
"Partner, would you mind one more person on your journey?" Phainon asked.
"There must be many worlds like Amphoreus that are sinking into deep water and scorching fire. I want to bring salvation to these worlds just like you!"
Precisely because he had been drenched in rain, he wanted to hold an umbrella for others like Leon!
"Also, revenge against Nanook!"
Phainon's gaze was burning, speaking word by word, resonant and powerful.
The resistance had never ended; rather, it had only just begun!
As long as Nanook was not eliminated for a day, the tragedy of Amphoreus could potentially be restaged again!
Now was not the time to live a peaceful life.
Phainon's hatred was hard to erase; he absolutely could not allow such things to happen!
"Come, all come!"
Too correct, brother. Revenge is the way. Leon directly poached Nanook's corner for The Hunt, okay!
"What, are you guys going to visit big places?"
This feeling was quite familiar to Piso.
"Yes."
Phainon admitted openly. "I'll have to trouble you to pass the message to my parents."
"Oh, rest assured and leave it to me!"
Piso nodded, accepting this task.
"Also, thank you, Savior."
He bowed to Leon, thanking him for the contributions he made.
"These two are famous honest kids in our Castrum Kremnos. Since they say you are the Savior, then I believe you definitely will be."
"Leon is a hero, and also a lover!"
Demiurge took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and say.
"What are you being polite with your oldest uncle for!"
Leon told him not to be so polite.
"Just a casual matter, no need to thank!"
After Phainon and Cyrene packed some things in Castrum Kremnos, the two returned with Leon.
Heading to the Astral Express.
Before leaving, nearly all the villagers of Castrum Kremnos came.
They all came to send off these two, who were no different from the "Village's Good Sword."
"By the way, Uncle Piso."
Cyrene thought of a question she hadn't answered, and could use this opportunity exactly.
"This is my lover!"
She grabbed Leon's wrist and raised him high, seemingly declaring her sovereignty, also like a daughter getting married showing off the blond guy to her old father.
Fortunately, the folk customs of Castrum Kremnos were simple and honest, and in the end, no accidents happened.
...
...
Penacony.
Just as the four were about to leave Amphoreus, several people blocked their path.
Those were the Twelve Golden Progeny they had just seen.
"For the Train wishing to journey the Galaxy, may I suggest adding one more passenger?"
Cerydra spoke thus, Hysilens guarding by her side.
"I am very interested in the world opposite. Perhaps my talent can lend you a helping hand."
Naxas also came, speaking confidently.
"The future of Amphoreus is grasped by ourselves."
Mydemos stood before him, representing that the strife of Amphoreus had not yet ended.
"Heave-ho, I am very curious about what treasures exist outside Amphoreus. This will rely on the Savior to take me out for a look."
Cephalia said with a chuckle.
"I hope to also dedicate some meager efforts to this journey as much as possible."
Aglaea said seriously.
"Not only Amphoreus, there must definitely be many worlds that need the guidance of divine oracles. I want to help them, help these people get onto the right track."
Tribios gave the reason why she made this choice.
"I don't want to see the parting of life and death anymore."
Castorice opened her mouth softly.
"I want to let myself become the Dawn that more people need."
As a doctor, Hyacine wanted to heal more people and save more worlds.
Leon looked at them.
"If you want to come, then come. The Astral Express will not refuse anyone."
He did not refuse their request to board the train."Children, I haven't done it."
Leon told her not to casually smear his name. "However, Iron Tomb was born not long ago."
"It's mostly related to that."
In the recent timeframe, the only existence Leon could think of that could affect the Path of "The Erudition" seemed to be Iron Tomb.
"Iron Tomb? Born? Are you sure these two things can be connected?"
Just like the truth of "Fuli," the fact that Iron Tomb had not yet been born was little known.
Everyone thought that the "Destruction" equation was Its main body; after all, no one dared to imagine that just a little overflowing power from Iron Tomb could be classified as an "Emanator."
"If you have any questions, just ask yourself later."
Leon was too lazy to repeat it; anyway, the other her was preparing to stay behind.
"She participated in the whole process and basically knows everything."
"Hah?" Herta glared at him.
What does that mean? What does 'she participated in the whole process' mean?
What is the meaning of this? What about her?
No, shouldn't this position belong to her? Could she actually have her home stolen by herself???
Can this kind of thing even have a meal replacement? No matter how delicious the meal replacement is, it can't serve as the main meal!
"Don't hiss randomly." Leon told her to be polite.
"I didn't hiss!"
Herta answered subconsciously, then asked: "If you had business, why didn't you look for me directly? What is the meaning of expending so much effort to fish another me out from a different timeline?"
Damn it, clearly she came first!
"Just a casual matter." Leon didn't tell her.
After all, the one he saved was the other one, so naturally, he didn't need this Herta's thanks.
"Do you still want the data on the train?"
Leon told her to get busy with serious business. "If you don't want it, I'm leaving. I still have a pile of things to do."
"Is she coming with you?"
Herta took a deep breath, and after calming her emotions, she looked at herself and asked.
"Didn't I say it already?"
Leon indicated that wasn't the case.
"If you have any matters, you can ask yourself later. She is definitely staying behind."
"Herta" nodded in agreement. "Please take care of me."
Herta didn't speak, but her gaze never left the other version of herself.
Regarding staying behind, she certainly had no objections; one could even say she was very happy.
She had quite a few puppets created in her own image, so one more wouldn't make a difference.
However, regarding staying behind, there was one problem that had to be solved.
That was the issue of primary and secondary status. Who is primary and who is secondary—this is quite important.
Just as Herta had absolute control over those puppets of hers, she had always been arrogant and would not allow a version of herself using her appearance to step on her head.
Even if this 'self' was a real self, it wouldn't do.
"Or perhaps, we can use the intellect you are so proud of to decide a winner?"
"Herta" naturally knew what she was thinking right now, the corners of her lips curling up into a smile.
"You think I would lose to myself?"
Herta scoffed. This was the funniest joke she had heard in her life.
Let it be stated in advance: she is the challenger!
"Herta" crossed her arms, smiling without speaking.
She absolutely couldn't win against herself right now; the abilities of the two were genuinely separated by a whole tier.
What is a little junior who hasn't undergone coronation as a Perfect Scholar pretending for?
Afterward, Herta didn't say anything more.
She stepped into the Astral Express and began extracting the remaining data and information inside.
After finishing her work, she didn't try to keep Leon excessively.
She merely said a sentence to him word by word before leaving:
"If there is anything, find me."
Herta placed heavy emphasis specifically on the word 'me,' seemingly wanting to emphasize that it was her, not the other self.
"Feels not as good as..."
Under the murderous gaze of the Herta by the roadside, Leon ultimately didn't spit out the words 'not as good as the main push Herta.'
***
Penacony.
After Leon finished with Herta's matters, he finally arrived at the final destination of the Amphoreus incident.
He sent Black Swan off the train and incidentally greeted Little Wu a few times, mentioning the matter of expansion.
She said she had no objections.
And no one dared to have objections, because this place now belonged to his territory.
He could definitely arrange it however he wanted.
Leon still had some residual divine power of "Remembrance" on him. Coupled with the pile of Memoria here in Asdana, expanding a space certainly wouldn't be a difficult task.
In the end, it was resolved as a matter of course.
If nothing unexpected happened, Amphoreus would also be one of the hot tourist spots of Penacony in the future.
Especially the rural folk customs part.
Eh, speaking of being lost.
A pink puppy floated by Leon's side, hugging his neck and rubbing vigorously with its furry body.
"You want to go with me, not stay?"
Leon didn't pay attention to the Hajimi rubbing against him; instead, he lowered his head and spoke to the pink-haired dwarf walking in company.
"Will it cause trouble for your partners?"
Cyrene nodded, asking with some worry.
"It's not really a trouble, just a bit unexpected."
Demiurge leaving with him was understandable. Her bonds with Amphoreus were entirely irrigated by Cyrene over thirty million lifetimes, but she had no real sense of belonging.
So she could go with him without any burden.
But Cyrene was different. Amphoreus was her hometown after all. Whether it was friends or parents, everyone related to her was here.
Choosing to go with him was quite unexpected, but not understandable.
People always want to go to the unknown outside to take a look.
"Peach, together!"
Hearing these words, Demiurge turned her head and left his body, switching to rubbing against Cyrene.
"So, now I'm going with you to say goodbye to everyone?"
Cyrene said before that she had left all the time for the Golden Progeny and their respective families and hadn't had time to say goodbye, so now she was going to make up for it.
"Mhm."
Cyrene didn't deny it.
"Everyone in the Golden Progeny definitely wants to see you, and I also want everyone in Castrum Kremnos to see you."
She smiled at him.
Unfortunately, Leon could only see this smile by lowering his head.
To be honest, he really wasn't trying to blindly hate.
Just discussing the few pure pink-haired women he had seen—apart from the two Immaculatus, March 7th and Demiurge, the others all seemed to be shorties?
Sigh, the big hand of "Fuli."
Two people—oh no, three people walked side by side.
Becoming the thirteenth hour of Penacony, becoming the first guests of Amphoreus which had appeared with its formal visage.
Abyssal Destiny, Janusapolis.
This was the trio's first stop.
Here, they met the Golden Progeny who inherited the duty of "The Doorway," Tribios. She had restored her form from the past days and was sobbing softly in her mother's embrace.
"So Teacher Tribios-bao also has this fragile side. She has always had to maintain the appearance of a leader; it was truly hard on her."
Cyrene looked over with gentle eyes, whispering softly to her former companion.
"Teacher Tribios is childlike; there are a thousand of her!"
Demiurge chimed in from the side with the things Peach had told her.
"Let's go."
Cyrene smiled, preparing to head to the next stop.
"Not going to say hello?" Leon asked.
"Leave the time to Teacher Tribios-bao."
Cyrene shook her head. "How could I bear to disturb such a warm time?"
This was enough.
Being able to see everyone live a peaceful birthday, this was sufficient.
Leon glanced at Tribios, then followed Cyrene to continue moving forward.
Super Large Cup Support, not bad.
Eternal Holy City, Ochema.
This was the trio's second stop.
Aglaea, the Golden Progeny inheriting the duty of "Romance."
The world knew her as the leader of the Fire Chasers, but few knew she was once a lady of a noble house as well.
With the Black Tide, the Titans, and the re-creation... now that everything had ended, she welcomed back her own family and saw her kin again.
She could put down the sword and pick up the weaving patterns she loved.
"Aglaea, the leader of the Fire Chasers."
"The burdens of the guide and the presider all pressed upon her alone. Whether it was the Holy City or the Fire Seed, any single one could crush a person until they couldn't breathe."
"But she took them all on, and managed them in perfect order."
"Thank you for your dedication all along, Aglaea."
Cyrene remembered everyone's efforts for this hard-won "tomorrow."
"Aglaea, beauty unmatched in the world!"
Demiurge continued to repeat her impressions of each Golden Progeny after Cyrene told her stories.
Leon glanced at her.
One glance confirms it, a veteran tier contestant, a Medium Cup.
Bloody Battlefield, Suspended Edge City.
This was the trio's third stop.
It was also the hometown of Mydemos, the Golden Progeny of "Strife."
"Well done."
A father's acknowledgment is always simple. He won't say many sentimental words, but these two words appeared more powerful than any other speech.
"Mydemos, my son, you have already grown into an outstanding King."
Gorgo said with tears in his eyes and a smile.
"...I'll cook today. What do you want to eat?"
Mydemos was silent for a while, then spoke.
He couldn't say those mushy words, but this was fine.
"That's really good."
Cyrene said from the bottom of her heart.
"The Crown Prince of Strife, it seems he has also reached a conclusion with the strife of his family."
"Ten Thousand Enemies, a cook, makes delicious food!"
At the end of their departure, Demiurge still gave her review.
Besides Demiurge, Leon also continued his visual acuity test.
Red Memoria Spirit, a Medium Cup. If you ask again, deleted.
Babbling Forest, Divine Epiphany Tree Courtyard.
This was the trio's fourth stop.
It was also where Anaxagoras, the Golden Progeny who took over the duty of "Reason," was located.
"Grown up, but got thinner."
Dione gently stroked her younger brother's cheek, a smile filled with heartache hanging on her face.
"Mhm..."
Naxas raised his hand, his palm pressing tightly against the back of his sister's hand, feeling this warmth regained after being lost, not saying a word.
"Oh my, the eloquent Teacher Naxas also has such awkward moments."
Cyrene narrowed her eyes and smiled, seemingly liking the warm scene before her.
"Anaxagoras is a teacher, but talks too much!"
Demiurge didn't like going to school; she liked listening to stories.
Leon nodded at Naxas, appearing to represent approval.
"Mhm, Soup Drinking King, acceptable, barely a Large Cup."
The Snowy State of Death, Adlivun.
This was the trio's fifth stop.
The hometown of Castorice, the Golden Progeny responsible for the duty of "Death."
"It's been a long time since I braided Big Sister's hair like this; it really makes one nostalgic."
Polyxia, sitting in a wheelchair, said with a smile, her hands doing the weaving work on her sister's hair.
"Mhm..."
Castorice felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, not daring to move even a little.
"Still worried about the curse on your body?"
Polyxia said helplessly.
"Big Sister, haven't we tested it? The curse on your body has already disappeared. Relax your mind; you don't need to live so fearfully anymore."
"All of this is a bit too wonderful..."
Castorice said softly, "Wonderful to the point... I don't dare to believe it."
"Yes, thanks to that Savior from beyond the sky, we have the chance to talk and even interact here. If there's a chance, we really must thank him properly."
Polyxia could understand; she also wondered from time to time if this was just a dream of hers.
"Yes, having this ending is all thanks to Partner."
Cyrene heard this and looked at him with a smile.
"Although I've said it many times, I still want to say: Thank you, Partner."
She said it again quite seriously.
"Partner, like!"
Demiurge started rubbing his neck again, seemingly wanting to express her love through this behavior.
"Just a casual matter." Leon felt it was nothing.
As well as the visual measurement for Castorice:
System battleship, a single piece of shit, not what he likes.
Intoxicated Song Sea Realm, Stichos.
This was the trio's sixth stop.
Not only the Sirens but also the birthplace of Halcyola, the Golden Progeny of "Ocean."
"With this joyful feast, a toast to the arriving Savior, and to the tomorrow of Amphoreus!"
Hysilens raised a toast, using the unceasing joyful feast to toast their hard-won victory!
"Halcyola, the Princess of the Sirens."
"I'm actually not very familiar with her. She rarely opens her heart to people. Sometimes when seeing her, I always feel there is a nameless loneliness about her."
Cyrene looked at the back figure in front of her and said, "I think she must be a person who fears loneliness."
"Halcyola, Siren, sings beautifully!"
Demiurge also gave her own evaluation.
Although he hadn't heard it at all, Leon agreed with the point about singing beautifully.
After all, judging from the visual measurement, she could go sing "The Next Dawn."
Cloud Ruins, Eye of Dawn.
This was the trio's seventh stop.
"Alright, pay more attention to rest usually."
Hyacine, the Golden Kite carrying the duty of "Sky," was currently performing comprehensive physical checkups for everyone.
"Hyacine, the gentlest one among the Golden Kites."
Cyrene chuckled lightly.
"No matter when, she maintains a smile. She says this is the most basic quality of a healer. No matter how tragic the era, she hasn't let it become her own tragedy."
"She is even striving to heal the tragedy of the era, bridging the pains of the times."
Hyacine, if one casts aside Teacher Tribios-bao who is the group favorite, could be said to be the one most liked by everyone among the Twelve Golden Kites.
"Hyacine, physician, is the sun!"
Demiurge nodded in agreement quite significantly.
Just as the evaluations given by the two were very high, Leon here was no exception.
Holy crap, this one is okay. A milk-healer can still carry a Super Large Cup!
Ouch, he likes this one!
Leon discovered that up until now, among the pure pink-haired players he had encountered—
Demiurge/Cyrene, March 7th/Evernight, Hyacine, Fu Xuan. Among the four, it seemed only Fu Xuan was the most lackluster, lowering the overall gold content.
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Capital of Thieves, Doros.
This was the trio's eighth stop.
Cephalia. As could be seen from the name of this region, she was the Golden Kite who took over the responsibility of "Cunning."
"Welcome home, Cephalia."
Annus's wrinkled face became loose and saggy when she smiled; it was very ugly.
"I'm back..."
But in the eyes of her own granddaughter, there was no more benevolent smile in the world than this.
Cephalia's eyes were a bit moist. She took a deep breath.
"Grandmother."
Then she called out the strange, yet incomparably familiar address.
"Cephalia, although often thought to harbor bad intentions, is actually a genuine good person."
Cyrene stood with hands behind her back, a smile hanging on her face.
"Cephalia is a cat, is a good person!"
Demiurge chimed in with a few 'mhm-mhms'.
But unfortunately, Leon's evaluation didn't look at these external factors like personality.
A Hajimi not as good as Hajimi (Mimi). Evaluated as a Medium Cup.
Northern Empire, Hyper.
This was the trio's ninth stop.
The Golden Kite of "Law" duty, the starting point of the Tyrant Cerydra.
"No need to sever it. You and I are both Cerydra, why the need to distinguish so clearly?"
The true Imperial Princess smiled and said to the false Imperial Princess.
Cerydra remained silent.
"Cerydra, the Iron-Blooded Tyrant, the Dictatorial Monarch. The contributions she made to the Fire Chasing Journey are indelible. Merits and demerits will be judged by history."
From this comment, one could actually tell that Cyrene and Cerydra weren't very close.
"Cerydra, a small child, but an adult!"
Demiurge's comment, on the other hand, stated Cerydra's surface and interior in a single phrase.
Is a master. Give her a Large Cup.
This was Leon's evaluation before leaving.
The Grief of the Gods, Castrum Kremnos.
This was the trio's tenth stop, and also the final stop.
"Yo, Big Brother Phainon, going to harvest wheat?"
"Yes."
The white-haired rural lad raised his sickle and replied with a smile.
"This year's wheat growth is gratifying."
"Haha, indeed. Don't know why though."
Phainon heard this and said intentionally or unintentionally, "Maybe because the Savior has come."
"Savior? Isn't that something Cyrene always hangs on her lips?"
The villager chatting with him thought of something and asked:
"Speaking of which, where is Cyrene? Why haven't I seen her?"
"She..."
Just as Phainon wanted to answer this question, a female voice answered a step ahead of him.
"Who is looking for me, Uncle Piso?"
Cyrene actively stepped forward and greeted him.
"Haha, this is truly a coincidence. Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives, as they say."
Piso laughed heartily, not minding the awkwardness.
"This person behind you is?"
He noticed a fresh face following behind his "daughter." That face was incredibly handsome.
One look and you knew women were definitely not scarce for him.
"Uncle Piso, take a guess?" Cyrene kept him in suspense.
"How could I guess that?"
Piso indicated it was better not to make things difficult for him.
"This must definitely be the Savior, who else could it be."
Phainon used a tone that took it for granted.
"Hello, I am Phainon of Castrum Kremnos."
He extended his hand.
Leon shook it back. "Leon."
This one was even more of a main-push tier card.
Not only could he fight against Zephyro, but he could also attract Nanook's long-term gaze. Especially when the Fire Seed of thirty million lifetimes exploded, he even had a moment of "Aeon" aura.
The gold content goes without saying.
"Partner, I still hope you can allow me to address you as such."
Phainon increased the strength in his hand, quite serious!
"Partner, thank you. Really, thank you. Thank you for saving Amphoreus!"
He looked straight into his eyes and sincerely offered a belated thanks.
"You're already calling me partner, what's there to say."
Leon laughed once. "It's what should be done!"
He indicated they were all brothers, no need for these hollow things.
"Partner, would you mind one more person on your journey?" Phainon asked.
"There must be many worlds like Amphoreus that are sinking into deep water and scorching fire. I want to bring salvation to these worlds just like you!"
Precisely because he had been drenched in rain, he wanted to hold an umbrella for others like Leon!
"Also, revenge against Nanook!"
Phainon's gaze was burning, speaking word by word, resonant and powerful.
The resistance had never ended; rather, it had only just begun!
As long as Nanook was not eliminated for a day, the tragedy of Amphoreus could potentially be restaged again!
Now was not the time to live a peaceful life.
Phainon's hatred was hard to erase; he absolutely could not allow such things to happen!
"Come, all come!"
Too correct, brother. Revenge is the way. Leon directly poached Nanook's corner for The Hunt, okay!
"What, are you guys going to visit big places?"
This feeling was quite familiar to Piso.
"Yes."
Phainon admitted openly. "I'll have to trouble you to pass the message to my parents."
"Oh, rest assured and leave it to me!"
Piso nodded, accepting this task.
"Also, thank you, Savior."
He bowed to Leon, thanking him for the contributions he made.
"These two are famous honest kids in our Castrum Kremnos. Since they say you are the Savior, then I believe you definitely will be."
"Leon is a hero, and also a lover!"
Demiurge took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and say.
"What are you being polite with your oldest uncle for!"
Leon told him not to be so polite.
"Just a casual matter, no need to thank!"
After Phainon and Cyrene packed some things in Castrum Kremnos, the two returned with Leon.
Heading to the Astral Express.
Before leaving, nearly all the villagers of Castrum Kremnos came.
They all came to send off these two, who were no different from the "Village's Good Sword."
"By the way, Uncle Piso."
Cyrene thought of a question she hadn't answered, and could use this opportunity exactly.
"This is my lover!"
She grabbed Leon's wrist and raised him high, seemingly declaring her sovereignty, also like a daughter getting married showing off the blond guy to her old father.
Fortunately, the folk customs of Castrum Kremnos were simple and honest, and in the end, no accidents happened.
...
...
Penacony.
Just as the four were about to leave Amphoreus, several people blocked their path.
Those were the Twelve Golden Progeny they had just seen.
"For the Train wishing to journey the Galaxy, may I suggest adding one more passenger?"
Cerydra spoke thus, Hysilens guarding by her side.
"I am very interested in the world opposite. Perhaps my talent can lend you a helping hand."
Naxas also came, speaking confidently.
"The future of Amphoreus is grasped by ourselves."
Mydemos stood before him, representing that the strife of Amphoreus had not yet ended.
"Heave-ho, I am very curious about what treasures exist outside Amphoreus. This will rely on the Savior to take me out for a look."
Cephalia said with a chuckle.
"I hope to also dedicate some meager efforts to this journey as much as possible."
Aglaea said seriously.
"Not only Amphoreus, there must definitely be many worlds that need the guidance of divine oracles. I want to help them, help these people get onto the right track."
Tribios gave the reason why she made this choice.
"I don't want to see the parting of life and death anymore."
Castorice opened her mouth softly.
"I want to let myself become the Dawn that more people need."
As a doctor, Hyacine wanted to heal more people and save more worlds.
Leon looked at them.
"If you want to come, then come. The Astral Express will not refuse anyone."
He did not refuse their request to board the train.
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