"My name is Constance. Those who grovel at my feet respectfully call me 'Dahlia.'"
She paused, her gaze lingering on Ye Qiong's face for a moment.
"Don't be afraid."
"I'm only here... to confirm a few things."
March 7th muttered quietly from behind them.
"Confirm what? Why so mysterious...?"
Himeko gently tugged at her.
March 7th immediately Shut Up.
Ye Qiong looked into Dahlia's eyes.
He suddenly remembered something.
In Penacony's story, Dahlia was from the Ever-Flame Mansion, Duke Inferno's child, an incinerator, someone who had betrayed both "Destruction" and "Remembrance."
Her target was "Remembrance."
Dahlia raised her hand and lightly tapped the Astral Express emblem on Ye Qiong's chest with her fingertip. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she said:
"And... you carry the scent of 'Finality.'"
Ye Qiong's pupils suddenly contracted.
Finality!
Of course he knew what Finality was.
It was Terminus, the Aeon who presided over the Path of "Finality"—a being that traveled backward through time, a ghost wandering between star systems, murmuring prophecies destined to come true.
But why would Dahlia say he carried "the scent of Finality"?
Wait!
What if his crossing into Douluo Continent had, in essence, been brought about by Finality?
A thin sheen of cold sweat appeared on Ye Qiong's forehead.
So that man in black...
Dahlia looked at him, the smile on her lips deepening.
"Looks like you thought of something."
She withdrew her hand, stepped back half a pace, and straightened again.
"No rush."
She turned around, her skirt tracing an elegant arc through the air.
"I'll be staying on the train for a while."
"When you've thought it through, you can come find me anytime."
She walked toward the end of the corridor, the sound of her heels gradually fading away.
March 7th leaned close