Taking the "direct express" wasn't quite as easy as Stelle had imagined, but it wasn't particularly painful either.
After a piercing shriek, a wing blade pierced Stelle's chest. For an instant, it reminded her of Miss Robin's "corpse." In the "memory" Aventurine had shown her, Miss Robin's chest had also borne a hideous, terrifying wound.
Then thick, surging memoria churned and raged, rushing into her chest all at once.
In that instant, Stelle felt her consciousness become scraps of paper caught in a whirlpool, shattering, dissolving, and scattering through the raging torrent.
Countless voices resonated through the memoria like rolling thunder, but Firefly's voice sounded especially clear among them.
During the process, their memories mingled a little, and each saw some of the other's memories.
This was a perfectly normal phenomenon when traveling through unstable memoria. Stelle found it fascinating, because she saw the Stellaron Hunters in a different set of outfits, along with "Uncle Blade" driving a car.
What surprised the little raccoon most about this memory, though, was that Blade actually told corny jokes!
That didn't fit her impression of that face at all.
Compared with what Stelle saw, the memories Firefly witnessed were rather unusual.
Perhaps because Stelle's mind was so active, the memoria Firefly saw at that moment came in abrupt jumps.
At first, she saw an unlucky Fragmentum creature and a concept proposed by a certain good-looking kid.
Then, on that same land, she saw that adorable kid cleave the sky apart with a single sword strike.
Next, still on that same land, a factory was built, and a certain newly appointed Supreme Guardian cheerfully sent the previous Supreme Guardian inside.
Finally, she saw the factory's interior. Stelle stood atop a heap of ore, whip in hand, repeatedly lashing the Fragmentum monsters below and urging