Helping Aponia Find Clarity, and a Shared-Senses Mishap with Griseo

"But that will never be me."

His words were resolute, carrying an unquestionable certainty.

"?"

The Robin suddenly raised its head, the shadows that had obscured its eyes vanished instantly, and it looked straight at Gwen, like a star veiled in mist.

Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were filled with confusion and inquiry, as if she were silently asking: Why are you so sure?

"Because I am a ball of fire."

His voice rang out from the quietly rising flames—

"This is a reflection of the soul, the most essential manifestation of a person."

The flickering flames licked at the delicate tablecloth, yet caused it no damage whatsoever.

"I am the fire that brings change, so how could I possibly perish in the fire?"

"...

That's still too risky.

The Robin was silent for a moment, then shook its head slightly.

"I have heard about your plan, and it has a considerable overlap with the concept of Harmony."

Perhaps I could try reporting it to the family...

Robin doesn't disbelieve in miracles; even after the setbacks she suffered a few years ago, she still believes that miracles exist in the world.

However... believing in miracles doesn't mean placing your hopes on them.

Rather than gambling on Gwen's plan, the Robin felt that perhaps a more prudent approach could be taken, even if...

"Stop, stop—"

Gwen quickly interrupted the Robin's dangerous idea, chuckling lightly—

"I know you mean well, Robin, but I'm not without a chance of winning, and I'm not just chasing a slim hope with the help of a miracle."

Moreover, this is only Plan One. If it fails, I have Plan Three, which introduces huge variables, or even Plan Three, which involves completely destroying the chessboard by force.

"Did I not explain myself clearly? Or did I prepare too much and make her think that my previous description was wrong? Or did my words just now make the Robin's emotions more unstable?"

Gwen wasn't sure what the reason was, but he was willing to reveal more information about the Robin—

"One of my backup plans is that a powerful expert at the level of an Emanator will step in to save the day."

"The Emanator?"

In an instant, the complex melancholy in the Robin's eyes became much clearer.

"Yes, a strong person who is definitely not weak even among the Emanator."

Gwen, meeting the Robin's gaze with a deep, thoughtful look.

As she spoke, Gwen also looked at the Robin's palm. The girl's frequent glances at the palm revealed an almost palpable unease.

Based on her previous reaction, he already understood: she probably sensed something from the change in that feather, which led to some ominous association, causing her to be restless and filled with anxiety and fear.

He leaned forward slightly, his movements natural and gentle, and with his broad palm outstretched, as if cradling fragile morning dew, he carefully grasped the Robin's cool little hand.

His fingertips carried a sense of stability derived from strength, yet were exceptionally gentle, bringing a little peace to the Robin's heart.

Both of their gazes were focused on the two feathers lying quietly in the palm of her fair hand—one still pure white, the other tinged with the color of flames, the two side by side forming a striking contrast.

Gazing at this strange sight, Gwen's deep, gentle voice rang out, carrying a hint of understanding and reassurance. "As for the changes in these feathers—"

He paused, his gaze shifting from the feathers to the Robin's eyes, which held a mixture of confusion and worry, and smiled gently.

"It's probably also related to the Light of the Mind— "

This precious gift from your people seems to have resonated and interacted unexpectedly with my most essential power, ultimately taking on the color of this flame.

"That's all?"

Upon hearing Robin, the robin's eyes widened slightly in surprise, its mind in turmoil—

"If that's the case... then everything makes sense, except that everything has become mine..."

"Very likely."

Gwen nodded, gently taking the Robin 'Robin feather from its palm. The flames on its body existed in a more restrained and peaceful way, emitting a stable and soft light, the just-right heat soothing the Robin's somewhat restless heart.

Soon, under their watchful eyes, the pure white feather was tinged with the color of flames, as if it were floating above the campfire, ready to burst into flames at any moment.

Gwen held the pure white feather at the point where their eyes met, and under their focused gazes, a strange scene unfolded: the pure white edges of the feather, as if painted by an invisible brush, gradually and clearly spread a layer of warm and dazzling flame color.

The color was not on the surface, but emanated from the core fibers of the feather, as if it had transformed into a small cluster of solidified flame.

Under the soft light, the feather has a strange translucent quality, as if it is floating above a campfire, lifted by the hot air currents, with light flowing around it, ready to be completely ignited at any moment, turning into scattered sparks, yet it lingers for a long time, dancing with the firelight.

"Look--"

Gwen shook the feather and laughed at the Robin.

"I see..."

Looking at the color that inexplicably terrified him, the Robin was no longer afraid. Instead, he felt a sense of relief and guilt for his unreasonable behavior.

Although feeling a little embarrassed, her fair skin flushed a soft pink under the gentle light, the Robin still apologized—

"I'm sorry, I know you're very busy, but I still invited you here because of my own emotions..."

"No way..."

Gwen interrupted the Robin with a smile, holding her slightly bewildered little hand, and chuckled softly—

"I only felt the Robin's concern for me—"

If they didn't truly care, why would they react so strongly to a slight color change caused by two feathers connecting?

"Um..."

Robin pursed her lips, feeling a strange warmth surge in her chest, and the warmth from her hands made her feel even hotter.

"If you feel embarrassed, then I'll accept an apology gift."

Seeing the shy expression on the origami bird's face, Gwen chuckled and flicked the feather at his fingertip—

"Now, it's mine."

As for you, all I can use is this feather that's been dyed my color.

"Yes, no problem!"

Upon hearing this, the Robin nodded vigorously, a faint smile appearing on her pretty face, which was flushed with a light pink.

"During this time, I discovered that the feather could also serve as a vessel, and I tried to store a little bit of insignificant power and song on it."

Since I can't be there to support you in person, let this do my part.

"OK..."

Gwen smiled and nodded upon hearing this.

"With the Robin as my companion, it seems I need to work even harder..."

At this moment, Gwen could feel that a star had been lit up once again in his starry sea, and the Robin's thoughts were now linked to his.

Chapter 840 Helping Aponia, the incident of empathy with Griseo

"Fifty thousand years ago, although the Law led to the direct consequences, who would have known that this type of enemy would exist before the Erosion Herrscher appeared?"

Meeting Aponia's questioning gaze, Gwen said earnestly,

"Like Venus, even though they had already established a stable anti- Honkai front using the power of the Sea of Quantum, they still suffered a complete defeat in the face of targeted Herrscher, and in the end, only Vita managed to escape."

Can we say that it was wrong for the Venusians to use the power of the Sea of Quantum to develop related technologies?

This is clearly unreasonable.

"...

Thanks."

Even though fifty thousand years had passed and she had met and talked with Ling several times, Aponia's heart was still stirred when she heard about this again.

"Thank you for comforting me, and thank you for giving me the opportunity to apologize to Ling..."

Even though this cannot erase the sins I have committed, it does give me some comfort—"

At this point, Aponia gave a self-deprecating smile, her expression somewhat melancholy—

"What a despicable idea..."

"It's good to be strict with yourself, but don't be too critical of yourself."

Gwen sighed helplessly.

"I just want to say, don't always confine yourself to 50,000 years ago."

Things are different now. While remembering the past, perhaps you could also try going out for a walk.

Forget about human nature; I'm not a sociology expert or a master of human studies.

"If..."

Aponia seemed about to say something more, but meeting Gwen's gaze, she ultimately abandoned her original words and instead revealed a slight smile—

"Perhaps, someday in the future, I'll try to go out and travel..."

"Yes, there's no rush. Nobody's forcing you. Just don't always lock yourself in here—"

Gwen said, a somewhat helpless smile appearing on his face—

"Otherwise, I'm really afraid that one day you'll also have to correct this flawed world."

"..."

Upon hearing Gwen's words, Aponia paused slightly.

"?"

Gwen a strange expression—

"You won't..."

Do you really think that way?

No, no—

Aponia shook her head repeatedly, a rare hint of unease appearing on her face.

"It was only a long time ago that I had this foolish... naive idea."

Hearing you say it now, I feel a little dazed.

"That's normal."

Hearing that that was all, Gwen relieved and quietly withdrew the power he had just unleashed, chuckling as he said—

"Normal people would have similar thoughts when they are young, let alone someone like you who does have some extraordinary qualities?"

Like Cosmo, I remember he once tried to jump into the eye of the Fourth Herrscher while holding explosives?

Elysia embarked on a journey to find the paradise 'Elysia' from the fairy tale book at a very young age.

It's normal to have unconventional ideas when you're young.

No—that's not it.

Elysia is different...

Upon hearing that familiar name, Aponia instinctively retorted.

"Cough...

Of course, I'm not referring to any specific person or event, but rather to this state of mind.

Upon hearing these words, which seemed to evoke a sense of déjà vu, Gwen coughed quickly.

It's not that I'm worried Aponia will go crazy like Reyella, I just want to clear up the misunderstanding—

"Imagination and pursuit arise from personal dissatisfaction with reality or one's current situation, or from a desire for a better possibility."

Most people only think about it in their hearts, or even say it out loud, which will become a black mark on their future history. Only a very few people have the courage to put it into practice.