After saying goodbye to Welt and Acheron, Ye Yan walked alone on the street, pondering where to go next.
After much thought, it seems the only suitable place for him to stay is the milk tea shop that Aha helped open.
Sigh... Everyone's busy... It's good to be busy...
Dragging his slightly heavy steps back to the milk tea shop, Ye Yan was not surprised to see that face that looked exactly like His.
Is this interesting?
He spoke first, staring intently at ' Ye Yan '.
" Aha ~ Why isn't this interesting... Friend, Aha, this is helping you increase your fame!"
Ye Yan crossed his legs, his tone slightly disdainful. "Tsk, all in black... your fashion sense is really bad. Anyone who didn't know better would think you're that lazy bum from IX out for a stroll."
"It's better aesthetically pleasing than your masks." Ye Yan's voice was completely flat.
"What do you know!" Ye Yan waved his hand dismissively. "That's Aha's unique taste, it's art!"
Ye Yan stopped dwelling on the mask issue and placed the bottle of milk tea, which shimmered with a subtle stardust-like luster, on the bar with a "thump".
"What are your thoughts on making humans drink milk tea imbued with the divine power of ' Elation ' and ' Eternity '?"
Before Ye Yan could offer any excuses, His questions followed. "Not only that, but you also shifted all the blame onto the Church of Eternity."
Ye Yan instantly transformed into a dramatic character, slamming his fist on the table and standing up as if he had suffered a tremendous injustice.
"What did Aha do wrong! How many times has the Church's Chair thrown soap bombs into the [ Tavern ]? At least a thousand, if not a hundred... Don't humans always say, 'The idol pays for the fans' actions'?"
Seeing Ye Yan remain silent, ' Ye Yan ' pressed his advantage triumphantly. "What, are you going to sever ties with the Church of Eternity that you love and dedicate yourself to the most?"
He even leaned forward, across the bar, and revealed an extremely wicked smile on Ye Yan's face.
"Think about it carefully, wasn't it you who prompted Aha to engage in such dangerous behavior? If you hadn't given this bottle of milk tea to Little Stellaron, how would Aha have gotten this dangerous item?"
"Shh..." Ye Yan frowned slightly and raised his hand to make a shushing gesture, "Don't speak yet, it seems a Memokeeper has mistakenly entered my room."
Upon hearing this, Aha immediately perked up.
Almost at the same instant Ye Yan finished speaking—
Whoosh!
A strange, scarlet mask flew towards Ye Yan.
Ye Yan looked at the mask next to him with disdain, deciding not to continue acting.
"Wow, this is hilarious... buddy, are you sure you're not just changing the subject?"
Reality - [ The Reverie ] Hotel, in a certain guest room
"I'd been watching her for a long time, and the first invitation was in the hotel's banquet hall."
She sat silently in a corner of the crowd, sipping Awakening from a Dream, one cup, two cups... I said this drink is spicy and bitter, not the taste of a sweet dream, only suitable for those who are tired of SoulGlad's.
"But she said... [Is that so? But to me... they are no different.]"
The Black Swan arrived at Acheron's guest room and looked around.
"The actual guest rooms are surprisingly simple... just like your appearance, Miss Acheron."
She held the exquisite music box in her palm—the only ticket to the Annihilation Gang's grand "party," and also the key to unlocking the secret at this moment.
"It came effortlessly; the Remembrance of you do not belong to you—I know much, and I foresee even further... With a little manipulation, even the dead can speak."
" The Annihilation Gang, those outlaws who vanished after meeting you... What happened to them? Let me reveal it."
Black Swan needs answers. She knows that the disappearance of the [ Annihilation Gang ] was not solely Acheron's doing, but it doesn't matter... She's only targeting Acheron personally and won't involve the Church of Eternity.
The Astral Express, the Penacony Undercurrents, the arrival of the Church of Eternity... Clearly, the Acheron is one of the key pieces of the puzzle.
Searching for the sounds in my Remembrance, the first thing I heard was the Remembrance of the [invitation] being delivered... but it was cut off after a moment.
Black Swan did not give up, but continued to devote herself to the exploration of this [ Remembrance ]. Time was tight and the task was heavy. In addition to investigating Acheron's background, she also had to go to the room of that Church member to find out what was going on.
Those two Emanator had an ocean of Remembrance? She wasn't crazy enough to venture into the domain of the Aeon's agents, but that seemingly ordinary priest following behind the Emanator...
Hmm, maybe it's worth a try?
No... we can't jump to conclusions. The Nameless on the Astral Express are all highly skilled and hidden talents; how ordinary could the "ordinary priests" of the Church of Eternity be? Shouldn't they at least be deacons?
"It is this ' Curiosity ' for the answer that is the Cornerstone supporting the flow of all things..." The Black Swan sighed softly, its eyes sharpening.
She understood the risks and rewards perfectly, just like that envoy from the Interastral Peace Corporation.
"[ Ever-Flame Mansion ] The journey has begun, poor people... They have no idea what awaits them ahead."
"But the Remembrance is resurfacing smoothly; she's coming... she'll be here soon... there's no one else here, so it doesn't have to be so elegant... I have to give it my all..."
The Black Swan closed its eyes tightly, its fingertips gathering a faint light as it gently touched the intricate patterns on the music box's surface, concentrating all its attention on it.
Unsurprisingly, the Black Swan failed, and the Remembrance afterward is a blank.
"?!" She opened her eyes instantly, the light at her fingertips went out like a candle flickering in the wind, and a look of astonishment appeared on her face.
"How could this be... It's a fact that this music box fell into the hands of the Acheron and was brought to Penacony by her, that's how it should have been... But the process in between..."
Her voice trembled with disbelief, "It's like it was erased by someone? Who did it..."
Seeing that its exploration of the Acheron had failed, the Black Swan vaguely sensed that staying any longer might be dangerous, and that it was not advisable to remain there any longer.
She decisively put away the music box and silently left the room filled with Nihility.
Target shift: The cabin of the "ordinary priest" on the Astral Express.
Standing in front of Ye Yan's guest room, Black Swan curled her lip in self-deprecation. "Ah, I have to take back my previous comment. It seems that simplicity is the 'standard' at the Reverie."
The treatment of the Church of Eternity staff... seems a bit poor. This room looks almost identical to the one in the Acheron.
The Black Swan skillfully manipulates the power of Remembrance, its invisible tentacles gently probing the door lock.
For someone Memokeeper, the physical doors are meaningless; the doors slide open silently, revealing the same set of hotel furniture—simple to the point of being boring.
The moment the Black Swan stepped into the room, it sensed something extremely subtle.
There was something strange, a sense of stagnation in the air? It was as if she had stepped into a high-resolution photograph, where everything was too clear, too constant.
She habitually stretched out her finger, trying to sense the lingering echoes of the guest room's owner's Remembrance floating in the air.
Buzz--
An indescribable, deep buzzing sound exploded deep within her mind!