Chapter Forty-Three: Let Me Touch It. / Chapter Forty-Four: Herta Space Station.

The Denizens of Abundance, the Antimatter Legion, perhaps even some insects that aren't quite dead, and all sorts of strange and dangerous races.

Compared to these, space pirates are nothing; most of what she's talking about are from the Aeon faction.

The Nightingale shook its head, looking at her hand wrapped in bandages, and with a touch of heartache, leaned closer to take her hand and examine it.

I'm actually more worried about your health.

She has extensive experience in dealing with all kinds of problems, but Kiana is different from her. She probably rarely travels far from home, which can be seen from the time they've spent together over the past few days.

"I'm perfectly healthy."

Afraid of disturbing the Nightingale, she tried to pull her hand back, but the Nightingale firmly gripped her hand.

"I, too, am Pathwalker."

She explained softly, looking her out of her eyes and saying, "As a child of the Harmony, I think I have the ability to discern danger."

Kiana leaned back on the sofa, looked at her for a moment, then turned her head and said, "But the Honkai is different from what you know. You observed Izumo for so many days, you must have noticed Izumo's anomalies, right?"

"Do you mean that on that planet, two destinies are in conflict?"

"The Nightingale asked."

Did they mistake the Honkai for destiny?

Kiana pursed her lips and said, "Honkai is not destiny. It possesses an extremely strong assimilative power. You see? Even the power of nothingness cannot avoid being distorted and assimilated by it."

"By the way, you stayed there for several days. Did you feel unwell anywhere? Were you affected by the power of nothingness?"

"I am also Pathwalker, and the location of Izumo Star is not actually in the depths of the void."

The Nightingale reiterated that she was Pathwalker. Although she did not have powerful offensive means, as Pathwalker walking on the path of Harmony, she still possessed strength and adaptability far exceeding that of ordinary people.

This is one of the reasons why her brother felt comfortable letting her tour everywhere.

Kiana hesitated, then looked at the hands clasped in her right hand and sighed, "If you feel unwell, you must tell me. I'm adaptable, I'll be fine."

"Uh-huh!"

Seeing that she was no longer afraid to touch him, the Nightingale's mood improved. He looked at the bandages wrapped around her hands and noticed that the binding technique was rather poor.

The Nightingale had an urge to help her re-tie herself, but before she could speak, Kiana took the initiative to change the subject.

"I gained a lot from this trip. Besides confirming that the friend I've been looking for is still alive, I also met another friend in Izumo."

The Nightingale was captivated by her words.

That planet doesn't look like it's habitable at all. If Kiana's friend could settle there, he must have some extraordinary abilities.

"Shall I tell you this story?"

Kiana still remembers why the Nightingale and she came to Tenhutou Rock: firstly, to relax, and secondly, to find inspiration for their creations.

They didn't encounter anything particularly noteworthy on their journey. When they arrived in Izumo, the Nightingale just waited anxiously for her on the spaceship and didn't have time to gather materials.

Now that she's finished with her work, but she'll soon be parting ways with the Nightingale she should chat now, because later she'll only be able to talk to him through her phone screen.

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Chapter Forty-Three: Let Me Touch It

Kiana carefully selected and recounted her experiences in Izumo to the Nightingale.

Including some things I hadn't talked to her about before, about Izumo's past, and the struggles of the Demon Slayers.

There is also Izumo's thousand-year-old resistance against the Kishin.

He also mentioned that he had done useless work.

This adds another joke to the story.

"I never imagined that such a remarkable group of people once lived in such a place."

The Nightingale remarked on this.

The Nightingale, more sensitive and empathetic than the average person, gained a general and profound impression of what had happened on that planet after hearing Kiana's story.

But now...

"So, you've discovered that your friend's consciousness is currently in a place called the Stigmata space? And that Stigma is on your body?"

She was still more concerned about this point; the story of Izumo was too far removed from her, and to her it was just a story.

But Kiana is her friend.

Her friend is sitting right in front of her now.

Stigmata space and Consciousness...

The Nightingale born in Penacony evoked many thoughts; the power of Remembrance, the destiny of life, is fully capable of such a thing.

Penacony has become the Star of Festivity, a world of dreams, thanks to the abundant Ido and the efforts of many Dreamweaver.

She and her brother were adopted by the Dream Master, which gave them a better understanding of the inside story. Penacony has no shortage of wealthy people who are nearing their end and unwilling to leave this world, so they choose to cooperate with the family and live in the dream forever.

"Yes, it's on my back. If you're interested, I can show it to you."

Kiana said it half-jokingly.

However, the Nightingale seemed not to realize it was just a joke and said seriously, "I want to see the Stigma you mentioned."

Do you really want to see it?

Kiana's expression froze for a moment as she joked, but remembering that the location of the Stigma wasn't exactly hidden, her expression quickly returned to normal.

"You really want to see it?"

"It may be presumptuous of me, but I'd like to see what it looks like."

The Nightingale continued speaking earnestly.

The Stigmata world, the consciousness of humans.

The Nightingale thought of Memory Bubble, Penacony, and many similar things, but never imagined that something like this could be stuck to a person's body.

So she... was a little worried.

If it would harm Kiana, she would advise Kiana not to carry such a dangerous thing on her.

Something conscious possesses him.

This is no small matter.

"This..."

Kiana hesitated, mentally preparing herself. After watching the Nightingale for a while without any sign of regret, she turned away sheepishly, saying, "Fine."

She tidied her hair, which was hanging down her back, and gathered it to the side in front of her. Then, she unbuttoned her shirt and, with her back to the Nightingale, took off a little of her clothes.

Her snow-white skin, no longer covered by clothes, was now revealed before him. Although they were both women, the Nightingale still blushed slightly upon seeing her body.

Kiana's clothing was already rather conservative, with little exposed skin. After being bandaged due to the corrosion, she was almost completely covered up.

Everything is just right.

From an artistic perspective, the Nightingale can't help but admire Kiana's truly stunning figure, with every part perfectly proportioned.

On her snow-white back, a striking bright red mark stood out—a pattern never before seen.

This should be the pattern that Kiana just mentioned, the one she called the Stigma.

Could such an ordinary pattern conceal a Stigmata world, and the consciousness of others?

"Can I touch it?"

"Touch? Just touch it?!"

Thanks to the frequent medical checkups by Ruan Mei, Kiana quickly adjusted her mood to reveal the Stigma behind her in front of the Nightingale.

However, the Nightingale's sudden request took her by surprise, as she had just composed herself.

The Nightingale want to check it out too?

"You mean the Stigma behind you?"

That was a bit abrupt, but we're all friends, so it's okay to say that... right?

Just a touch on the back.

We're all girls, that's normal, right?

Is that normal?

The Nightingale pondered, she began to feel uncertain, since she didn't have any other friends like Kiana.

Of course I know you're talking about Stigma!

Kiana's face was slightly flushed, and since she had her back to the Nightingale, she couldn't see the Nightingale's face, which was almost as red as hers.

When I was with Ruan Mei, I had experienced things like taking off my clothes for examinations and simple touching.

But who would have feelings about the doctor who performs the examination?

Friend, a friend's words...

What my friend said is actually quite normal.

But she's not straight!

"Hey, go ahead and touch it, but be careful."

It was just touching the Stigma, not doing anything shady. Kiana, don't make such a fuss!

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Upon hearing her agree, the Nightingale composed itself, which had been feeling somewhat strange, and raised its right hand, gazing at the Stigma behind her.

Her fingertips gleamed with a soft, subtle light.

That is the power of Harmony.

She used the power of Harmony to try and sense whether the Stigma on Kiana's body would harm her.

Is the consciousness within safe?

My fingertips lightly touched the location of the Stigma. I closed my eyes and paid special attention to feeling her movements, my back stiffening slightly.

At the same time, I also felt the power of Harmony.

Hmm? Harmony?

So you wanted to help me get a medical check-up.

Kiana, who had been stiff, slowly relaxed her body.

The power of Harmony established a connection with the Stigma in the blink of an eye. The Nightingale swiftly withdrew her finger from the Stigma, frantically severing the connection, her whole being reacting with extreme shock and Stigma.

"What's wrong?"

Kiana was startled by her sudden movement, sensing that she seemed to be frightened. Without having time to properly straighten her clothes, she hastily pulled them up and turned around with a worried expression to look at the robin whose face still showed the Nightingale of fright.

"Are you alright the Nightingale?"

The robin, snapping out of her the Nightingale, excitedly grabbed her arm and said quickly, "It's too dangerous! You can't do this! How can you carry something so dangerous on your person?"

What did you see?

"A sea of blood."

The Nightingale recalled its recent feelings, its eyes filled with apprehension. "Hatred, despair, and pain, like a blood-red wave, terrifyingly extreme negative emotions."

In Penacony, such extreme emotions are enough to spawn many powerful monsters.

"You can't carry something like that around with you, or you'll be affected by it!"

The Nightingale clung tightly to her clothes and explained, "I come from Penacony. You should know how much Penacony has developed the dream world."

"Believe me, Kiana, putting it on yourself is absolutely not a wise choice!"

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Chapter 44 Herta Space Station.

Was she and the Nightingale talking about the same thing? Is this Stigma filled with profound despair and pain?