Sunday said this, and Herta merely glanced at her. Without a trace of arrogance, she immediately nodded and apologized.
"You're right. The monkeys of the Botschaft Society are all super geniuses. I'm no match for them. Everything they say is the truth."
"You—"
Sunday abruptly froze, while Herta had already stopped paying her any attention. At that moment, Screwllum stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Please calm yourself for now, Mister Sunday. This is simply Herta's personality. She always expresses gentle ideas in a somewhat forceful manner..."
"Stop talking about meaningless things. What exactly are you trying to say?"
"You know my patience isn't very good. If you want to reach a compromise peacefully, then stop beating around the bush."
Herta asked with complete bluntness, her gaze sharp.
"Although that person's conclusion was entirely wrong, there are still some worthwhile points in his argument."
Screwllum spoke slowly.
"Though all of this is carbon-based centrism, one point is correct: like you, we have emotions."
"Carbon-based and silicon-based life are both creations the universe produced by chance. We are all lonely children. We cry, laugh, rejoice, and rage..."
"Perhaps our similar origins are the poem the universe gave all its children to express love."
Screwllum spoke softly. His voice was exceptionally orderly, yet poetic, perfectly matching the public imagination of poets and nobles.
But—
Was this really the time to discuss that?
"This is no longer an academic discussion. I recall that we were discussing the history of inorganic life."
Ruan Mei slowly turned her gaze toward him. There was still warmth in her eyes...
Only, that warmth seemed to be cooling bit by bit.
Ever since Gallagher unleashed his final strike and summoned Screwllum from afar, an uncomfortable feeling had already settled over her heart.
And now, despite knowing that both