"Most likely." Hua nodded.
Hyacine's brows furrowed even tighter. "Does this Lord Ravager already have the qualifications to clamor against the Nous?"
Lord Ravagers naturally possessed the potential to burn 'Destiny'.
But rather than being direct selections of the Destruction Destiny, it was because of the four words: 'from the same lineage'.
It was thanks to this shared lineage that these Ravagers, after being 'taken' by Nanook, possessed the potential to burn the Destiny of their former master.
But this potential was not so easily triggered.
Ascension or Coronation—that should be what they call it internally.
The Marshal had no need to lie about such matters.
If Iron Tomb already possessed the strength to influence the entire 'Erudition' Destiny, it meant that Iron Tomb had already successfully completed the Coronation. Even if the Coronation wasn't fully successful, he had likely more or less touched upon that threshold.
But why hadn't they received any news? Logically speaking, the momentum should have been massive...
"Does the Marshal mean..."
Hyacine speculated aloud, "That General Leon has already secretly resolved Iron Tomb?"
Because he was resolved in an instant, there was only an instant of turbulence.
"It's not just you; the higher-ups at the Corporation have also realized this, haven't they?"
The Corporation's foundations had always been the deepest on the surface.
Since Hua could feel it, the Corporation likely knew something as well.
That explained why they were so respectful.
This explanation was well-founded and could barely be accepted.
More importantly, apart from this, Hyacine couldn't think of a second possibility.
"The Corporation is very self-aware."
Hua did not respond directly, but she didn't directly deny it either.
To be able to influence an entire 'Destiny' meant that Iron Tomb's attacks already possessed capital equal to an 'Aeon'.
With such mighty force, wiping out the entire galaxy in a single strike was not impossible.
"I understand." Hyacine suddenly realized.
For the Corporation, was there really a need to fight Leon? It was just a momentary offense; the benefits involved were worth bowing their heads to Leon.
If Iron Tomb could undergo Coronation, the Forge King could certainly undergo Coronation as well.
Then who would deal with the crowned Forge King? It would definitely have to be the Corporation themselves.
If they didn't bow to Leon...
When the time came and the Forge King made his move, not only would the Corporation suffer a pile of losses, but the Xianzhou Alliance would absolutely not send troops to support them. They might even take advantage of the chaos to kick them while they were down.
The loss would outweigh the gain.
"How do you know Iron Tomb was taken out by General Leon? Why couldn't it be someone else?"
Hyacine grew curious. "Or perhaps the Destruction side covered it up for him?"
If it really was Leon, then the Corporation had one more reason to endure and even retreat.
"Hehe."
Hua merely smiled; since they were all on the same side, she didn't hide it.
"The 'Hunt' Destiny was mobilized. The amplitude of the mobilization was even higher than mine."
The Corporation might just be guessing.
But in the face of this genuine fact, Hua was incomparably certain.
Apart from Leon, there was no second person who could do this.
Not to brag or disparage, but Hua herself was the apex of 'The Hunt', the answer of the Xianzhou.
So she knew best just how absurd the degree to which the 'Hunt' Destiny was mobilized earlier actually was.
Let's put it this way: it was second only to Lan's personal arrival, and far superior to her by multiple realms.
A person who could achieve such a thing.
Aside from Leon, who had received a gift from Lan, Hua couldn't think of another existence who walked so deeply upon 'The Hunt'.
"...That absurd?" Hyacine exclaimed in amazement.
That was Coronation, the highest realm pursued by the Lord Ravagers.
How did Hua make it sound as if Leon could do it easily?
"Marshal, you're really not joking?"
Leon's control over Destiny was actually above Hua's.
"There are no jokes in the army."
Hua admitted her inferiority; there was nothing to it.
"Haha, then the Corporation is indeed quite wise."
However, Hyacine now understood why the Corporation chose to act like Ninja Turtles.
The answer was simple: if Leon could kill a crowned Iron Tomb, he could kill a crowned Forge King.
He was a useful blade; he had to be enshrined.
Who knows, maybe one day the Forge King would have a stroke of bad luck, encounter Leon, and be crushed by him like a speed bump in passing.
The Corporation would suffer no losses and would even see a great enemy disappear.
It was just losing a bit of face, a quite cost-effective transaction. A great man knows when to yield and when to stand tall!
Of course, there was one most important point.
That was, the Corporation couldn't afford to fight this war. With the slightest carelessness, the foundation of hundreds of Amber Eras would be dragged into it. More importantly, it meant extinction.
Or to put it more bluntly, does a Corporation that could be wiped out by a casual strike from Iron Tomb—really have the qualifications to fight Leon?
"How should this matter be handled?"
Should we publicize it widely? That was Hyacine's meaning.
"Since he doesn't want to make it public, let it be as he wishes."
Hua indicated that everything should proceed as usual.
Galaxy Rangers cared least about merit and fame. Besides, Leon seemed to like playing on smurf accounts.
Publicity and the like should be avoided.
...
...
Penacony.
The Five Families happened to be holding a meeting regarding Amphoreus when the broadcast from the Corporation came out.
Everyone was shocked, faces revealing surprise.
This pug-like submission was not the style of the Corporation, which had always acted intensely.
What exactly did Leon do to scare the Corporation like this?
"This young friend Leon's ability is truly not just ordinarily great."
Oti sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Not only was his ability great, but his guts were also huge. He had caused trouble for both the Corporation and The Family.
Yet until now, neither of the two had stepped forward to demand an explanation.
Truly badass.
"Ahem, Mr. Oti, please mind your status. Logically speaking, someone of your level is not yet qualified to address the 'Dreammaster' so intimately."
Sitting in the main seat, Robin spoke up to remind him, displaying the pressure of a leader.
Oti let out a laugh and slapped his head.
"Dreammaster Leon, Dreammaster Leon."
He wore an expression that said 'look at my confusion', hurriedly correcting himself.
"The Dreammaster leads Penacony."
Robin swept her gaze over the few people present.
"I know that many of you are more or less dissatisfied in your hearts, feeling that he is just a martial artist who doesn't understand management at all, and even arbitrarily added a 'Time'."
"Completely unlike a leader."
Robin spoke slowly.
"In your hearts, he is actually inferior to The Family."
"He lacks that common vision with The Family, lacks the ambition of united support."
Robin felt this was a good opportunity to boost his reputation.
"It is merely the fear brought by his high martial prowess and the irreplaceable sense of security that makes you willingly accept his protection and not engage in any rebuttal."
Actually, in Robin's view.
Penacony was the one truly climbing the social ladder. Leon didn't care for this land of dreams at all, and could even be said to dislike it. It was only for the sake of her friendship...
Uh, or his stats?
Robin didn't understand. Anyway, it was only because he was lenient that he was willing to let her list Penacony under his name.
"We wouldn't dare! Working with the Dreammaster is the fortune of three lifetimes!"
The leaders of the other four families immediately stated their stance.
They dared not accept this hat; otherwise, heads would roll later!
"When The Family led, you were restricted everywhere."
"I believe you all still prefer freedom a bit more. Since he handed Penacony over to us, we must consciously manage it well."
Robin's meaning, both explicitly and implicitly, was very clear.
When The Family led, not only were you no better off than now, but having someone above you led to restrictions everywhere.
Leon, however, not only wouldn't interfere in these matters but could also grant protection more powerful than The Family's.
Isn't ample freedom better than some empty promise of a vision?
One immediate superior asks you to make 'colorful black', while an absent immediate superior lets you have free rein without checking?
As a worker, under whom would you rather work?
Definitely the latter.
But if these people really dared to have 'free rein', then Robin would let them have free rein in the way they got lost.
If you won't do it, there are plenty of people who want to!
The several family heads looked at each other, exchanging glances.
As old foxes, they could naturally hear that Robin was establishing Leon's authority.
What 'free rein'? To put it bluntly, he was a hands-off boss. One had to know that Leon had always handed Penacony over to Robin.
Not to anyone else.
Because he knew that a little bird like her, who had seen suffering yet walked out of it, was the most suitable.
The King of Penacony now had always referred to Robin.
Leon didn't manage it, but Leon stood behind her. This symbolized Leon.
Whoever she wanted dead, would have to die.
As for resisting? That was even more nonsense. The Corporation had submitted; would you dare to go up against him?
The Corporation avoids him, you avoid him... are you more badass than the Corporation?
"Forgive old Oti for being bold enough to ask a question."
Oti muttered to himself, still deciding to get an answer today to the question weighing on his heart.
"Family Head, if 'The Family' attacks in the future, how should we handle it?"
Once this sentence was spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.
The three family heads all covertly glanced at old Oti, then their gazes fell upon Robin.
Waiting quietly for her answer.
"You are more or less a person of The Family..."
Old Oti stopped mid-sentence. The three family heads sat on pins and needles.
Undoubtedly, the question old Oti wanted to ask was also the problem they were most worried about.
They had no objections to mixing with Leon.
This was the honest truth; they genuinely had no objections.
So many people wanted to see the Corporation eat dirt for once, but no one could do it.
Yet Leon not only did it but did it three times in a row! He ate three bowls!
He couldn't find a second person who could make the Corporation fear them even with a lantern. Who would choose to live on their knees when they could live the good life walking tall?
But they weren't afraid of the expected, just the unexpected!
Even if the possibility was minuscule, what if The Family got angry and killed Leon?
"An 'Aeon' proxy fighter is very powerful!"
As everyone knew, traitors met no good end. If Leon died, The Family wouldn't let them off. Would they all just be finished then?
Especially Robin—she was still a member of The Family to this day!
Daring to defect so blatantly... should one call it not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth, or the arrogance of youth?
"You can rest assured."
Robin raised her hand to her chest, speaking word by word.
"He will never abandon me, nor will he abandon Penacony!"
She gave a serious answer to this question.
Did this even need asking?
If The Family attacks, hmph, they will surely be made to return in crushing defeat!
"Furthermore, I am 'Xipe's' Family, not 'The Family's' Family!"
The statement from this current leader of Penacony caused cold sweat to stream down the four family heads present.
Xipe's Family.
If these words got out, two rhythms would inevitably rise.
Robin was preparing to set up an independent household.
That her side was the purest family of 'Xipe' in the entire galaxy.
Just like the Amber Lord to the Corporation, this was directly offending The Family's dignity.
Of course, Leon's deterrence was still there after all.
The Corporation had retreated; the probability of The Family daring to fight to the death without retreating was less than one percent.
Thinking of this, the hearts of the four family heads, which had just tensed up, immediately relaxed again.
Forget it; Leon handled everything anyway.
Since they had betrayed, they should indeed prepare to sink or swim together ahead of time.
Once their thoughts were clear, they had no more issues.
"Since the matter has been discussed, we will take our leave first, Family Head."
Robin nodded. Seeing this, the four families turned around one after another, deciding to slip away.
"In the future, ask fewer questions that are detrimental to unity."
But before they left, Robin reminded every one of them.
"Old Oti will keep it in mind."
Old Oti immediately apologized, indicating he would never commit the offense again.
She didn't pursue it further. After the four family heads left.
Robin sighed.
Her brows and eyes carried a bit of fatigue; only at this moment did she finally reveal her true colors.
She was just putting on an act. She had never been that kind of leader.
But with Leon there,
Putting on an act, just having the appearance, was actually enough.
"Brother."
She called out softly.
"I am here."
Sunday, who was waiting in the back, indicated he was always there.
"Just now? Did I... lose face for him?"
Robin spoke very quietly, using a conspiratorial tone that only the two of them could hear, but the worry within didn't diminish by half just because her voice was small.
"Just now?"
Sunday murmured. Robin's performance just now was very good.
So good that if Leon were the Master, then she was the genuine Mistress.
There were no flaws in her answers.
But how could Sunday say such words? Saying that was no different from approving of a blond-haired guy.
"What difference is there from asking for his life?"
"Is it bad?"
Robin was a little nervous.
She didn't matter, but losing face for Leon was not acceptable.
After all, she was acting on Leon's behalf.
"Sister, you did very well. So well that the Mistress of Penacony is simply you."
Seeing her scared and sad, Sunday subconsciously spoke the thoughts in his heart to comfort her.
The room fell into silence.
Sunday's eyes widened. By the time he came back to his senses, it was already too late.
"Ugh..."
Robin didn't quite know how to answer. She lowered her head, blushing slightly.
Seeing this scene, Sunday suddenly felt something was wrong.
Not good, his sister!
"Mistress..."
Her eyes flickered. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed it really was so?
"Suddenly, I miss him a little..."
Next time, she would invite the "Master" to come play in the name of an event.
Thinking of this, the corners of Robin's mouth hooked up, while only Sunday had a face full of despair.
...
Astral Express.
The train was only so big; you saw each other everywhere you looked.
So everyone's relationships warmed up very quickly. Within a few days, basically, everyone was familiar with each other.
Whether it was towards him or the Golden Progenies, it was the same.
March 7th had already gotten to know everyone, and she had taken quite a few photos for these people alone.
The women got along harmoniously, and there was no need to mention the men.
"I am the blazing sun that will eventually rise!"
"I am the necessary pain of this world!"
"I am the one who unravels the truth of the world!"
"I am the Blood Wolf Army Breaker who never leads the rhythm astray!"
As long as there was an atmosphere group, the four of them could immediately become each other's parents."That is likely the case." Hua nodded.
Hyacine's brows furrowed even tighter. "Does this Lord Ravager already have the qualifications to clamor against the Azure-Gold Head?"
Lord Ravagers naturally possess the potential to burn "Destiny."
Rather, they are chosen from the direct lineage of The Destruction's destiny, precisely for the sake of the phrase "sharing the same origin."
And thanks to this shared origin, these Lords, after being poached by Nanook, possess the potential to burn the destiny of their former masters.
But this potential is not so easily triggered.
Ascension or Coronation—that should be what they call it internally.
The Marshal has no need to lie about such matters.
If Iron Tomb already possesses the power to influence the entire destiny of "The Erudition," it means Iron Tomb has already successfully undergone Coronation. Even if the Coronation wasn't fully successful, he has likely touched that threshold to some extent.
But why did they receive no news at all? By all rights, the momentum should have been mighty and vast...
"Does the Marshal mean..." Hyacine speculated aloud, "that General Leon has already secretly resolved Iron Tomb?"
Because it was resolved by someone in an instant, there was only a moment of turbulence.
"Not just you, the higher-ups at the Corporation have also realized this?"
The Corporation's foundation has always been explicitly the deepest. Since Hua could sense it, the Corporation likely knows something as well.
That explains why they were so respectful. This explanation is well-founded and barely acceptable.
More importantly, apart from this, Hyacine could not think of a second possibility.
"The Corporation has plenty of self-awareness." Hua did not respond directly, but neither did she deny it outright.
Being able to influence an entire "Destiny" means Iron Tomb's attack already possessed capital equivalent to an "Aeon."
With this mighty power, destroying the entire galaxy in a single strike is not impossible.
"I understand." Hyacine suddenly realized.
As for the Corporation, was there really a need to cross hands with Leon? It was merely a momentary offense; the benefits involved were worth them bowing their heads to Leon.
If Iron Tomb can be crowned, naturally The Cast-Iron King can also be crowned.
Then if The Cast-Iron King is crowned, who will deal with him? Definitely the Corporation themselves.
If they don't bow to Leon... when the time comes and The Cast-Iron King makes a move, not to mention the heap of losses the Corporation would suffer, the Xianzhou Alliance would absolutely not dispatch troops to support them. They might even take advantage of the chaos to kick them while they're down.
The loss outweighs the gain.
"How do you know Iron Tomb was taken out by Heavenly General Leon? Why couldn't it be someone else?" Hyacine's curiosity was piqued. "Or perhaps The Destruction side covered it up for him?"
If it really was Leon, then the Corporation had yet another reason to endure and even retreat.
"Heh." Hua merely smiled; since they were all on the same side, she didn't hide it. "The 'Hunt' destiny was mobilized. The magnitude of the mobilization was even higher than mine."
The Corporation might just be guessing. But faced with this genuine fact, Hua was incomparably certain.
Aside from Leon, no second person could achieve this matter.
No exaggeration, no slander—Hua herself is the apex of "The Hunt," the answer of the Xianzhou.
That is why she was the clearest on just how absurd the degree of mobilization of the "Hunt" destiny was earlier.
Let's put it this way: it was second only to the arrival of Lan Himself, and far superior to her by multiple realms.
A person capable of doing such a thing... aside from Leon, who received Lan's bestowal, Hua could not think of another existence who practiced "The Hunt" to such depths.
"...That absurd?" Hyacine let out a gasp of amazement.
That is Coronation, the highest realm pursued by the Lord Ravagers.
How come Hua makes it sound like Leon could do it easily?
"Marshal, are you truly not joking?" Leon's control over Destiny was actually above Hua's.
"There are no jokes in the army."
Hua admitted her inferiority; it was nothing.
"Haha, then this Corporation is indeed quite wise."
However, Hyacine now understood why the Corporation chose to act like Ninja Turtles.
The answer is simple: if Leon can kill a crowned Iron Tomb, he can kill a crowned Cast-Iron King.
He is a useful blade; he must be provided for.
Who knows, maybe The Cast-Iron King will one day encounter this great fortune and be run over by Leon like a speed bump in passing.
The Corporation would suffer no losses and could even have a great enemy disappear.
It's just losing a bit of face, a quite cost-effective transaction. A great man knows when to yield and when to stand tall!
Of course, there is also the most important point.
That is, the Corporation cannot afford to fight this war. With the slightest carelessness, the foundation of hundreds of Amber Eras would be dragged into it, and more importantly, it would mean extinction.
Or to put it more bluntly, a Corporation that could be wiped out by a casual strike from Iron Tomb—do they really have the qualifications to fight Leon?
"How should this matter be handled?" Hyacine meant, should it be widely publicized?
"Since he does not wish to make it public, then let it be as he wishes."
Hua indicated that everything should proceed as usual.
The Galaxy Rangers care least about merit and fame; moreover, this person Leon seems to like opening smurf accounts.
So forget about publicizing it.
***
Penacony.
The Five Families happened to be holding a meeting regarding Amphoreus when the broadcast from the Corporation came out.
Everyone was greatly startled, shock appearing on their faces.
This kind of submission, like a lapdog, is not the style of the Corporation that has always acted intensely.
What exactly did this Leon do to scare the Corporation like this?
"This little friend Leon's ability is truly not ordinarily great." Oti sighed with emotion from the bottom of his heart.
Not only is his ability great, but his guts are also big; he has found trouble with both the Corporation and The Family. Yet until now, neither of the two has had a single person stand up to demand an explanation.
Truly fcking awesome.
"Cough, cough. Mr. Oti, please be mindful of your status. By rights, someone of your level does not yet have the qualification to address the 'Dreammaster' so intimately."
Robin, sitting at the head seat, spoke up to remind him, displaying the pressure of a leader.
Oti let out a laugh and slapped his head. "Dreammaster Leon, Dreammaster Leon."
Wearing an expression of "look at my muddled self," he hurriedly corrected himself and apologized.
"The Dreammaster leads Penacony." Robin scanned the few people present. "I know that many of you are more or less dissatisfied in your hearts, feeling he is nothing more than a boorish warrior who doesn't understand management at all, and even arbitrarily added a 'Hour'. Completely unlike a leader."
Robin spoke slowly.
"In your hearts, he is actually inferior to The Family."
"He lacks that common vision of The Family, lacks the ambition of united cooperation."
Robin felt this was a good opportunity to boost his reputation.
"It is merely the fear brought by his high martial prowess and the irreplaceable sense of security that makes you willingly accept his protection and not engage in any rebuttal."
Actually, in Robin's view, Penacony was the one truly climbing the social ladder. Leon didn't care for this Land of Dreams at all; he could even be considered to dislike it. It was only out of regard for her friendship...
Uh, stats?
Robin didn't understand. Anyway, it was just that he was lenient and willing to let her hang Penacony under his name.
"We dare not! Being able to work with the Dreammaster is the fortune of three lifetimes!" The leaders of the other four families immediately stated their stance.
They dared not accept this hat; otherwise, heads would roll later!
"When The Family led, you were restricted everywhere."
"I believe you all still prefer a bit more freedom. Since he has entrusted Penacony to us, we must consciously manage it well."
The meaning inside and outside Robin's words was very clear.
When The Family led, not only were you no better off than now, but having someone above you led to restrictions everywhere.
Whereas Leon not only will not manage these matters, but can also provide protection even more powerful than The Family.
Isn't ample freedom better than some empty vision?
One immediate superior asks you to create "colorful black," while a vacant immediate superior lets you play freely without checking?
As a worker, under whose hand would you prefer to work? Definitely the latter.
But if these people really dared to "play freely," then Robin would let them freely play out a way to get lost.
If you won't do it, there are plenty of people who want to!
The several family heads looked at each other, glancing back and forth.
As old foxes, they could naturally hear that Robin was establishing Leon's prestige.
What "free play"? To put it bluntly, he is a hands-off shopkeeper. One must know, Leon has always entrusted Penacony to Robin. And not anyone else.
Because he knows that a little bird like her, who has seen suffering yet walked out of it, is the most suitable.
The current King of Penacony has always referred to Robin.
Leon doesn't manage it, but Leon stands behind her; this symbolizes Leon.
Whoever he wants dead, must die.
As for resisting, that's even more nonsense. The Corporation has submitted; you dare to go up?
The Corporation avoids, you avoid—you're even more badass than the Corporation!
"Forgive old Oti for being bold enough to ask." Oti pondered, still deciding to get an answer today to the question weighing on his heart. "Family Head, if 'The Family' attacks in the future, how should we handle it?"
Once this sentence came out, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy.
The three family heads all covertly glanced at old Oti, then let their gazes fall upon Robin, quietly waiting for her answer.
"You are more or less a member of The Family..." Old Oti stopped mid-sentence.
The three family heads felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.
Without a doubt, the question old Oti wanted to ask was also the question they worried about most.
Mixing with Leon, they had no objections. This was the truth, no objections from the bottom of their hearts.
How many people wanted to make the Corporation eat humble pie for once, but not a single person could do it. Yet Leon not only did it, but did it three times in a row—he ate three bowls!
Such a person who can make the Corporation fear him—he couldn't find a second one even with a lantern. Who would live a life of walking on their knees when they can live a good life walking sideways?
But fear not the ten thousand, fear the one in ten thousand! Even if the possibility is microscopic, what if The Family gets angry and kills Leon?
"'Aeon' proxy fighting is very strong!"
Everyone knows traitors have no good end. If Leon dies, The Family won't let them off. Wouldn't these people be done for directly?
Especially Robin; she is still a member of The Family to this day! Daring to defect so blatantly—should one call it not knowing the height of the sky and depth of the earth, or youthful arrogance?
"You can rest assured." Robin raised her hand to her chest, speaking word by word.
"He will absolutely not abandon me, nor will he ignore Penacony!"
To this question, she gave a serious answer.
Did this even need asking?
If The Family attacks, hmph, they will definitely be made to return in crushing defeat!
"Also, I am 'Xipe's' Family, not 'The Family's' Family!"
This statement from the current leader of Penacony made the four family heads break out in cold sweat.
"Xipe's" Family.
If these words got out, two rhythms would inevitably arise.
Robin is preparing to set up an independent household; her side is the most authentic Family of "Xipe" in the entire galaxy.
Just like the Amber Lord to the Corporation, this was directly offending The Family's dignity.
Of course, Leon's deterrence was still there after all. The Corporation retreated; the probability of The Family daring to fight to the death and not retreating was less than one percent.
Thinking of this, the four family heads' hearts, which had just tensed up, immediately relaxed again.
Forget it, Leon handles everything anyway.
Since they betrayed, they should indeed prepare in advance to sink or swim together.
After their thoughts cleared, they had no more issues.
"Since the matters are discussed, we will leave first, Family Head."
Robin nodded. Seeing this, the four families turned around one after another and decided to slip away.
"In the future, ask less about such things that are detrimental to unity."
But before they left, Robin reminded each of them.
"Old Oti will keep it in heart." Old Oti immediately apologized, indicating he would never commit it again.
She did not pursue it further. After these four family heads left, Robin sighed.
Her brow and eyes carried a bit of fatigue; at this moment, she finally revealed her true colors.
She was just putting on an act; she had never been any kind of leader. But with Leon there, putting on an act—having the appearance—was actually enough.
"Brother," she called out softly.
"I am here." Sunday, who was waiting in the back, indicated he was always there.
"Just now? Did I... lose face for him?"
Robin spoke very softly, in a conspiratorial tone only the two of them could hear, but the worry within was not reduced by half due to the low volume.
"Just now?" Sunday murmured low.
Robin's performance just now was very good.
Good enough that if Leon were the Host, then she was the genuine Hostess. Her answers had no flaws.
But how could Sunday say such words—words no different from approving a "blonde guy"?
What difference is there from taking his life?
"Was it not good?" Robin was a bit nervous.
She herself didn't matter, but losing Leon's face wouldn't do. After all, she was acting on Leon's behalf.
"Sister, you did very well. So well that the Hostess of Penacony is simply you."
Seeing her scared and sad, Sunday subconsciously spoke his thoughts to comfort her.
The room fell into silence.
Sunday's eyes widened; by the time he came to his senses, it was too late.
"Mm..." Robin didn't quite know how to answer. She lowered her head, her face flushing red with shyness.
Seeing this scene, Sunday suddenly felt bad.
Oh no, his sister!
"Hostess...?" Her eyes flickered. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed it really was so?
"Suddenly I miss him a bit..."
Next time, let's invite the "Host" to come play in the name of an event.
Thinking of this, the corners of Robin's mouth hooked up. Only Sunday had a face full of despair.
**
Astral Express.
The train is only so big; you see each other constantly. So everyone's relationship warmed up quickly, and within a few days, they were basically all familiar.
Whether towards him, or The Golden Caeluses, it was so.
March 7th had already met everyone, taking quite a few photos of these people alone.
The female side got along harmoniously; the male side, needless to say.
"I am, the blazing sun that will eventually rise!"
"I am, the necessary pain of this world!"
"I am, the one who deciphers the truth of the world!"
"I am, the Blood Wolf Broken Army who never leads the rhythm!"
As long as there is an atmosphere group, the four of them can immediately become each other's parents.
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