"Even if the Astral Express blows up... you absolutely must not do anything like that! Promise me!"
Still seemingly uneasy, March 7th continued to stress her point, showing considerable persistence.
"March 7th, you idiot, don't jinx it... why would anything happen to the Astral Express?"
After hearing March 7th's words, Himeko, who had been deeply moved just moments before, was left utterly exasperated, astonished by a certain pink-haired girl's train of thought.
The Astral Express was the legacy of Akivili, the Aeon of Trailblaze. It was absolutely not something ordinary means could destroy.
Even that utterly unrestrained Aeon of Elation, Aha, had spent a year lying in hiding before blowing up a single carriage of the Astral Express.
On the Trailblaze Path, as long as they acted a little cautiously, they probably would not face another crisis involving a direct confrontation with an Aeon.
"Hmph... just promise me, anyway. You absolutely mustn't burn yourself up, no matter what happens!"
"All right, all right. Whatever you say, Little March..."
Reaching out a slender, jade-like hand, Himeko patted March 7th's head indulgently and nodded, a brilliant smile on her lovely face.
Of course, Himeko was not merely brushing March 7th off. Her answer was a promise she had made after careful consideration.
If Lin Feng had never appeared, the Astral Express, which had accompanied her throughout her journey, would seemingly have been her entire life.
But after the profound impact of Three Lives, Three Worlds of Love, Himeko already knew that deep within her heart, there was someone more important than the Astral Express, more important than the Trailblaze Path she had always followed.
So she would not make a willful decision and leave others with a tragic ending.
"This time, let March 7th protect you."
"As the Warrior of the Astral