You were very worried and took Herta to the hospital.
"She's very healthy. There's no need to worry."
The doctor's words put you somewhat at ease, but you still felt uneasy.
"Brother, don't worry. I'm really fine."
"This is a research topic my father left behind. I think his passing made me panic about this research…"
"But as long as you're with me, I won't be afraid of anything."
The girl in your arms gradually regained her spirits, and only then did you truly relax a little.
"Then I'll stay with you all the time lately."
"Mmm. Thank you, brother…"
You recently decided to stay with your sister until she found an answer that satisfied her.
You could not help thinking of that phrase: expanding the limits of human cognition…
Herta finally embarked on this path, and you felt truly happy in your heart.
You believed that when the stars in the sky shone, she would certainly be the brightest.
In the following days, you stayed by her side, watching her examine various materials and jot down all kinds of symbols you could not understand.
From time to time, the girl would also ask you some questions you could understand.
You would think carefully and then answer seriously.
And in your spare time, you secretly prepared her birthday gift: two rings whose appearance you determined only after much research.
A person's life should have many important moments, and you believed that the moment of exchanging rings was one of them.
You commissioned a world-renowned jewelry customization company to create two diamond rings using extremely precious materials.
A few days later, two exquisitely packaged rings appeared in your bag.
These were also your most important possessions.
Looking at Herta, who had recently been completely absorbed in her work, forgetting to eat and sleep, you secretly imagined what her expression would be like when you personally put the ring on her finger.
Would she exclaim in surprise, "Brother! I'm so touched…"?
Or would she be happy yet a little impatient: "Why did you only think of this now? You really are a Foolish Brother."
Who knows?
You felt a bit expectant, and deep down there was also a trace of panic…
"Brother, I feel like I'm going to succeed!"
Suddenly, Herta shouted. Her expression was extremely joyful, like that of a child who suddenly sees a huge pile of candy.
You secretly rejoiced for her. A true genius worthy of the name, capable of doing what ordinary people cannot.
"I think there should be a special existence in the universe, around which all other changes revolve…"
"And that thing itself is also changing. As long as the degree of its change is clear, one can infer whether the universe can be calculated…"
Your head buzzed as you listened. Although Herta's explanation was quite simple, you were still completely confused.
"Incredible. Truly a genius…"
She was about to unravel that mystery, and you were genuinely happy for her.
Because you understood that only by completing her father's research topic would she truly feel at ease and do what she wanted to do.
Only then could she truly escape the shadow of losing her closest relative.
No one is born great. So-called greatness is achieving what ordinary people cannot…
She came from the mundane and was about to go among the stars…
"You don't need to stay with me anymore, Foolish Brother. For this final stretch, I need to give it my all and can't be distracted…"
"You've worked hard!"
The girl gently hugged you, who had accompanied her for so long, and then sent you out of the room.
At this moment, both of you were working hard in unison.
Your effort was to welcome the future. That was why you prepared those two star-shaped rings.
Her effort was to bid farewell to the past, complete her father's final research topic, and run toward a better tomorrow with you.
Otherwise, there would always be a void in her heart, never able to be whole…
You naturally understood this, so you simply shook your head and smiled as you watched the girl gently close the door.
Looking at the calendar on the wall, there was only one month left before your departure.
This month would allow you to make more meticulous preparations…
You thought for a moment. Perhaps a romantic setting. A piece of classical music.
With that thought, you began contacting the Interastral Peace Corporation, asking them to negotiate with the Tritons according to your wishes…
You received photos from them. The Tritons, having heard your story, asked for a song about the sea as payment…
And naturally, you would not disappoint them.
"Under the Sea"…
That was the payment you offered.
The Tritons were astonished, and this song became popular in Rosa K even before you arrived.
They granted your request to play the pearls and also said they would prepare the highest level of reception for you.
They would also do their utmost to prepare the scene for the moment you would put the ring on Herta's finger…
All of these preparations took only a little more than half a month.
You looked at the still-closed door and began the final wait.
Herta was focused on the final breakthrough of her research, and her daily meals were simply left at the door.
Sometimes, she ate only once a day…
And her appetite was very small.
You were a little worried about her physical condition, but you thought of how important her father's remaining research topic was to her.
You still resisted the urge to persuade her.
Instead, you waited in silence…
Until the last week before departure.
You noticed that the food the servant had left at the laboratory door had not been touched all day.
Although you felt a little strange, you thought that perhaps the girl's research had reached its final stage.
Not eating for a day might not be a big problem.
The next day…
The servant, following your instructions, took back the untouched food and placed fresh meals…
You waited at the door all day, but discovered that the girl inside never came out…
You began to feel a little nervous.
However, especially at this critical moment, it might mean she truly was in the final stage…
You could not disturb her over that bit of unease in your heart.
"It's fine… it's just a critical moment."
You comforted yourself like this.
On the third day, the scene was the same. The replaced food remained untouched.
You waited outside the door all night, but that door never opened…
Your eyes were bloodshot, and your anxiety had reached its limit…
Even so, you forced yourself to endure it.
"Just a little more. Just a little more… she should come out soon."
The fourth day…
Your whole body trembled. There was no water in the room, and life separated from its source cannot last long.
You tried knocking gently on the door, but there was no response.
Your heart sank. Some unforeseen change might have occurred inside the room.
But you still held onto a trace of hope that she was too absorbed to hear your soft knocks.
The strength in your hand gradually increased, but there was still no response…