"Well...!"
The Black Swan let out a muffled groan, caught off guard and struck head-on by this cold, unchanging tsunami of information!
The neatly folded sheets seemed to transform into countless layers, an infinitely extending space, with the Clockie of the clock echoing in my ears.
This was not at all what she knew, that emotionally charged individual Remembrance! This was a... [ Eternity ] specimen!
A moment that repeats itself in an infinite loop.
The Black Swan tried to pull her thoughts back, but was horrified to find that her mind seemed to be trapped in amber, unable to escape, and that omnipresent " Eternity " was eroding her consciousness in the opposite direction!
She saw her outstretched fingertips, as if they were infinitely copied and frozen, becoming another [ Eternity ] branch in the room.
Just as the Black Swan's consciousness was about to be completely assimilated by this terrifying area, a voice emerged directly within her almost frozen consciousness.
"Peering into the [ Eternity ] origin... Memokeeper, you are very brave."
The moment that sound rang out, an incomprehensible scene flashed before the Black Swan's eyes:
She saw the walls of the room transform into an endless, perfectly smooth mirror, reflecting countless still, identical images of herself, extending into infinity and completely enveloping her.
The Black Swan's pupils contracted to their maximum size instantly, and its mind went completely blank.
Deacon? Emanator? You're so wrong!
That seemingly ordinary priest... he wasn't a member of the Church at all!
He is the definition of "unchanging," and His existence itself is an infinite cycle of self.
The simplicity and modesty He had previously displayed... even the humanity He tried to show as much as possible.
In an instant, the Black Swan's delicate face lost all color, leaving only an extreme pallor of terror and an indelible mark deep in her pupils.
She was breathing heavily, and dared not even look up at any of the objects in the room!
She peeked into something she shouldn't have...
She touched it...
A Aeon.
At the Morning Dew Mansion, a blond Church Chair slowly opened his eyes.
" Mr. Blake, why do you look so troubled? Has something happened?" Sunday asked, sitting across from him.
A silent ripple spread through the dimension of consciousness. At one moment, his fingertips, which were covering the dark velvet armrest, paused almost imperceptibly.
"Nothing... just a feeling of wonder, the intense Curiosity of those Memokeeper is as boundless as that of a child celebrating their first birthday..."
"That Memokeeper, named Black Swan..."
Blake didn't let the silence last long; he stood up gracefully, his back to Sunday, and his voice rang out clearly.
"Her search for [ Eternity ] was not a chance transgression, Mr. Sunday... what do you think?"
Blake slowly turned around. "Cooperation is based on trust, and even more so, on avoiding doubt. Mr. Sunday should understand this. Your sister's death has nothing to do with the Church."
"But... Chair Blake, the Family won't just let an [ Emanator ] wander around Penacony like this."
"Then let the Dream Master come in person, instead of using these meaningless statues for surveillance. That elf is just a bit eccentric; can't [ Harmony ] tolerate her, tolerate [ Eternity ]?"
Peeping into the divine comes at a price; it is not something to be taken for granted.
That Memokeeper... her recklessness needs to be disciplined; her understanding of [ Eternity ] needs to be reshaped—this is the best lesson.
Blake nodded slightly, his gaze once again fixed on the distance, as if he could pierce through space and see the Black Swan struggling in the torrent of consciousness.
Ignorance breeds fearlessness, but true Memokeeper should Guild reverence. Reverence for the untouchable, incomprehensible yet fundamental to all existence is not a Eternity act born of Curiosity.
Blake couldn't help but marvel at Garden of Recollection was; each time these Memokeeper made a move, they brought him unexpected surprises.
There was a Memokeeper wanted to see Fulisina's Remembrance. He infiltrated the Church of Eternity and worked diligently. If he had worked a few more days, he might have been promoted to a full member.
Knowing that they [ Eternity ] are always generous, Fulisina naturally did not refuse and directly gave all her Remembrance to the Memokeeper.
Blake was understandably saddened to lose such an outstanding employee. The Church of Eternity lacked such bold, decisive, and determined employees.
Ah... He suddenly felt so envious of Garden of Recollection's corporate culture. He had heard that the Lord of Remembrance had spied on Lord Yite's retirement life a long time ago, including but not limited to his clothing, food, housing, and transportation, and observed the planets He visited every day.
As a result... upon seeing Lord Yite spending all his time lying around in the milk tea shop like a corpse, the Lord of [ Remembrance ] remained silent and ultimately gave up observing his colleague's actions.
"Ah~ Devout Lord of Eternity, please forgive my transgression! I offer you the most sincere prayers of this world..." Blake suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked behind him.
"It seems... I've arrived at the wrong time, disturbing this Chair's daily prayers to [ Eternity ]."
Dr. Ratio arrived at the Morning Dew Mansion; he came specifically to see the head of the Oak Clan.
"Since you've kept your appointment, learned professor... does this mean you're willing to side with the Family in this farce?"
"I've calmed down on Sunday," he said to Dr. Ratio.
"What makes you think you can win me over?" Dr. Ratio asked, hands on his chest, looking at Blake.
"Excuse my bluntness, both the Interastral Peace Corporation and the Genius Society have collaborated with this Chair in an attempt to win me over... Perhaps we should listen to his thoughts."
Sunday nodded, steer the conversation back to the topic of the Church of Eternity: "No... this has nothing to do with Mr. Blake; it's just the Family's opinion."
"I have heard that your relationship with Mr. Aventurine is not pleasant. I also know that you are a true scholar, whose pursuit of knowledge surpasses everything else."
"Then you should also understand that a qualified scholar can recognize his own position and will not lose something more important for trivial pride," Dr. Ratio continued.
"If you agree to assist the Family, I will offer you all the results of our research on the Stellaron. You should know very well that no faction other than the Family is willing to share such knowledge."
"Cough cough~"
Blake, who was observing the floor from a short distance away, suddenly coughed lightly, as if deliberately trying to sabotage the situation.
"..."
Both Sunday and Dr. Ratio chose to remain silent.
Logically, no one else should have been present for this conversation, especially [ Eternity ], but the Church Chair happened to be there, and Sunday wasn't even in a position to get rid of a Emanator.
Tell me, what do you need me to do?
"I need Mr. Aventurine's complete plan."
"Cough cough~"
Blake scored twice, cleared his throat, and seemed to know everything about the Aventurine plan.
"..."
He looked up and met the gazes of Sunday and Dr. Ratio. "I drank too much milk tea, my throat hurts a little... don't worry about it."
Sunday's lips twitched. Just because he had impulsively suspected the priest of the Church of Eternity, the murderer of the Robin, the Chair had launched a revenge attack on him.
I thought they would have to use force, but I never expected it to be such a childish and immature way of retaliating.
But he couldn't scold him, because Blake had waited until they finished talking before coughing, perfectly covering his tracks.