March 7th was quite helpless:
"So in Silvermane's eyes, Wuwuberg also counts as an embodiment of beauty..."
"But compared to that, the illusion I saw was just finding my own past. Doesn't that seem a little lacking in ambition? I actually had a lot more ideas..."
"Oh, right. Silvermane likes pure beauty so much, so why didn't he see an illusion of Idrila, the Aeon of Beauty?"
Welt smiled.
"Because he hasn't seen her himself. At least Wuwuberg had Mr. Yan Huan's description, so he could imagine it based on that. But an Aeon? Forget it."
"Of course, there's another possibility: he still hadn't inhaled enough wing powder."
Silvermane looked at the two of them and pondered.
"Whether the final words of such an ugly insect threat can be trusted, I do not know. After all, when a creature is about to die, its words tend to be kind..."
"?" March 7th stared at Silvermane in confusion.
"You mean that bug conveyed information to you before it died?"
"Correct." Silvermane nodded slightly.
"I shall relay its final words—Celebrate your shallow victory to your heart's content. In the end, you shall never notice the Overlord's existence!"
"How can you understand a bug's language?!" March 7th gaped.
"So what does that even mean? The Overlord among the bugs is hiding on the train?"
"I do not fully understand either. Perhaps... the others may have some idea."
Silvermane grabbed his spear and asked,
"By the way, why are only you two here to rescue me? Where is Mr. Yan Huan?"
"Uh..."
Welt and March 7th exchanged a glance at the question.
Welt looked at Silvermane with great regret.
"I'm sorry, but everyone capable of fighting is trapped in an illusion right now. You're the only one who still remembered to fight the bug