Dealing with Shilin Apostles was, most of the time, a very reassuring thing: they had no lust for power, disliked beating around the bush, and were absolutely loyal and absolutely united. They acted in the interests of their race, always making the right choice on that basis while placing personal desires eternally second. They gladly accepted arrangements that had "practical value" and were unaffected by any personal feelings. If something benefited the collective and was worth carrying out, even a Shilin Emperor would willingly head alone into an Enemy-Occupied Zone and undertake a near-suicidal mission like a Super Soldier—I had done that, and so had Sandora. She did it because it was in a Shilin Apostle's nature, while I did it because... because there was nothing else I could do anyway...
In short, unless something beyond their control happened—such as Abyss Infection—a Shilin Apostle was one hundred percent reliable. They made judgments like machines, and were as precise and trustworthy as machines.
Harlan happily accepted my arrangements. In that regard, he was far better than Bellavella.
"You—finished talking?" A languid voice sounded beside us. Harlan and I looked up to see Silvia standing beside Shilin in front of the table, wearing a warm smile. "Would you like more juice?"
"Sure, give me some more," Harlan said, still looking awkwardly at the Silver-haired Mole with Bellavella's face but the manner of a silly girl. "And give me two more of these. They taste good."
I looked at Harlan's hand. He was holding half a small piece of golden cake, Silvia's proudest confection: Waterless Small Round Cake. Xiao Xue's words had been proven right. Harlan had encountered that one unavoidable cake in his destiny...
Silvia stood there for a moment before turning to prepare the juice and snacks. Shilin, meanwhile, sat down