"?" Cipher slumped on the sofa, holding a half-finished milk tea with a straw in it. Her face was full of shock, and she had even forgotten to take a sip.
"What's going on? From the sound of this broadcast, the [Iron Tomb] was defeated thanks to that Interastral Peace Corporation or whatever? Everyone else was just there to make them look good?" She turned to the other passengers.
"You'll get used to it."
March 7th sat beside her with one earbud in, apparently watching a show. Hearing this, she removed one earbud and reassured Cipher in the tone of someone who had been through it before, patting her shoulder as well.
"After all, this program is run by the Interastral Peace Corporation. They can say whatever they want. Just treat it as background noise. It's enough to know roughly what happened."
"Hah, so they're taking all the credit for themselves?" Cipher raised an eyebrow and sat up straight, clearly unconvinced.
"You're not going to do anything? You're just going to watch them spout nonsense? The Star Rail Express risked their lives to settle this too."
March 7th put her earbud back in.
"Hey, the first time I heard it, I was just as worked up as you. I wanted to jump up and argue with them."
"But after hearing it enough times, you stop caring." She shrugged.
"After all, they pay way too much..."
The broadcast continued, shifting to the next topic.
"After several Amber Eras of combined effort, the Multiversal Reconstruction Project has recently entered its third phase, and a large number of cultural relics from the Benzaiten Kingdom have been restored." The voice brimmed with the joy of accomplishment.
"The Benzaiten Kingdom was once a beautiful world within a painting. With the Corporation's aid, its illusion-born residents