"Looking at them now, all four dreams seem to be heading in pretty promising directions. I'd call those happy endings."
In reality, aboard the Astral Express.
Jiang Yu spoke as he looked at the Cat Cake beside him.
"If this were reality rather than a dream, then yes, you could say that."
Little Fuli looked at Jiang Yu and said this, though it was actually Big Fuli who was speaking to him.
March 7th stood beside the man and the Cat Cake, looking wistfully from one to the other... She could understand what Little Fish was saying, but Little Fuli-no, she should be calling them Lord Fuli, the Aeon of Remembrance, now-was another matter. It wasn't that she understood absolutely nothing... Actually, she understood nothing at all.
March 7th had never expected that she, a beautiful young linguistic genius who could exchange a few words with practically any species, would stumble in front of Fuli. She couldn't make heads or tails of their jumbled words. In the end, she had fallen one move short and lost to Little Fish.
But that didn't matter. As long as Little Fish understood, it was fine.
March 7th didn't need to know too much. She only needed to know that her companions were in danger, and that they had to find a way to save everyone.
Outside the carriage window, magnificent golden light illuminated the universe. A giant as vast as the stars slept peacefully there, golden structures forming his divine body, his arms covering a face like a marble sculpture. His name was the Philosophical Fetus.
March 7th frowned slightly, her gaze hardening with resolve.
When she and Little Fish had opened a path under Fuli's guidance and returned to reality, this colossal being had already been floating in the Asdana Galaxy. Waking