After briefly explaining the situation, Herta did not linger. Carrying her knife and tablet, she turned and walked away at an even pace, the tips of her purple hair tracing a crisp arc beneath the lights.
But in Yan Huan's eyes,
aside from the Star Rail Express, the two geniuses Herta and Screwllum, along with the Space Station behind them, had also played an indispensable role in this incident.
"They should get gifts too, right?"
"Emmmm..."
Yan Huan turned back and stared at the bustling Party Car before him, where the scent of food mingled with laughter and conversation.
Only then did he suddenly remember why the Star Rail Express had originally docked at Amphoreus—the train was low on fuel, so it needed to replenish its energy by [Trailblazing] Amphoreus.
After all that turmoil, thrilling enough to nearly drag the galaxy and the Aeons into it, the train's energy reserves should not be a problem anymore, right? The Train Conductor was probably overjoyed.
After that, all that remained was to wait for Herta and Screwllum to repair and deal with that troublesome Scepter.
Before then...
He looked toward the people chatting happily in the Party Car and raised his voice.
"Is anyone cooking? It's been so long since I've eaten food fit for humans..."
Seeing that no one paid attention to him for the moment—or rather, that everyone was immersed in their own conversations and relaxation—Yan Huan walked inside by himself.
In a relatively quiet booth in the northeast corner of the Party Car, near the viewing window, Aglaea, Kryudera, and the others held crystalline wineglasses as though they were engaged in a small discussion.
Madam Golden Weaver, dressed in an elegant long gown, gently swirled the amber liquid in her glass and spoke calmly.
"A moderate system resembling a