"Quack, Lord Yite, we love you dearly!"
" Ms. Herta Permanence! Ms. Herta was unparalleled! Ms. Herta was exceptionally intelligent! Ms. Herta was a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in the world!"
"What?! Throw this [ Genius Society ] puppet out!"
Golden Hour, countless Church residents crowded around the milk tea shop.
"My darling, what's going on now?"
Boothill had just finished setting off fireworks in the street with soap, was stunned by this scene.
As for Acheron and the Black Swan, they turned and left without hesitation after seeing this scene, especially the Black Swan, who ran faster than anyone else.
If these fanatical followers of [ Eternity ] found out she wanted to explore the Remembrance of the [ Eternity ] Aeon... she'd probably be arrested on the spot.
"In the Amber Calendar 2158, the first year of the era, a burning conspiracy ignited the dawn of the universe in the [ Land of the Dreams ], only to quickly vanish into ashes amidst chaos, absurdity, and confusion."
"People say that many things happened during those forty-eight systems. A sun was about to fall, a Paradise was about to collapse, and a world was about to change hands."
"A body will decay, a group of believers will gather, and a brother and sister will be separated forever."
"And another god has fallen into slumber once more. Some rejoice at this, while others lament its passing. Still others have turned to another god, who is utterly insignificant compared to the entirety of the universe, saying that He died with dignity this time."
"The Milky Way has ushered in a pure dawn, and a fierce storm is beginning to take shape."
The cry of "[All for the Amber Lord ]" grows ever louder, but no matter how people examine it, time will continue to push Qlipoth's hammer down, endlessly and incessantly.
Therefore... [ Eternity ] is everywhere.
At this Golden Hour, in a secluded corner where no one could see him, Ye Yan spoke to himself.
" Aha! Press 1 to revive [ Order ] Ena!" The scarlet Fool's Mask was still flying freely beside Ye Yan.
The scene flashes back to a Remembrance fragment from a young man who had lost his wings.
The carefree young girl gazed up at the glittering starry sky above, her eyes brimming with Curiosity:
"Brother, do you think... stars can die?"
"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Because that constellation that looks like a little bird looks a bit dim. That... Swallow's Nest."
"It's the Aquila the Annihilator," the boy gently corrected. "Don't worry, it's still there, it's just that because it's in the Penacony, it can only be seen during the transition from spring to summer."
"But the question you raised... I guess stars die too, just like people."
"But sister, do you know? Not a single star belongs to [the present]." The boy paused, "The starry sky we see is the light they emitted long ago."
"These lights will continue to travel millions of light-years after the stars die, traversing millions of years to illuminate the night sky of another world."
"I believe that there is also a star like this in our Paradise, shining with the same light."
"Its illumination will last Eternity, and its name... is happiness."
"Wrong!" The young girl shook her head vigorously, her hair fluttering. "How could there only be one? There should be two stars, no... a sky full of stars!"
"Yes, you're right." The boy nodded with a smile.
"Pinky promise!"
"Pinky promise, it's a deal. Nothing can change our ideals."
"Yes, definitely!"
As the boy and girl's words faded into the depths of his consciousness, Sunday's dazed state receded like the tide. His vision refocused, and the first thing he saw was a pair of eyes as green as a deep pool.
"How was your sleep? Did you sleep well?" Blake waved casually at him.
Sunday did not respond to the greeting, his voice hoarse from just waking up, yet unusually urgent. "Where is the Robin?"
"Don't worry, she's safe. She should be in the [ The Family ] lounge right now, being carefully cared for by a group of professional nurses."
Blake's gaze towards Sunday held a newfound appreciation. His first thought upon waking was to check on his sister's safety—a truly enviable sibling bond...
Once upon a time... cough cough, I've gone off on a tangent.
"My time has come?" Sunday's voice regained its usual calm.
"Hmm?" Blake tilted his head. "I don't quite understand what you mean. You mean... when?"
"Negotiation, interrogation, or a full-blown lynching... my fate is entirely up to you, Mr. Blake."
On Sunday, he looked directly into those Jade eyes, his tone mocking. "Now that things have come to this, why bother to feign compassion and give a dying man a chance to speak?"
He didn't understand. How was his questioning of " Eternity " any different from blasphemy in the eyes of this " Eternity " Chair? Wasn't the Church's power—the force that united his will and crushed all his resistance—the final judgment?
"Huh? Oh no... Is the Church's move that powerful?" Blake frowned slightly, as if he had considered some ominous possibility. "I'm not an envoy sent by the Interastral Peace Corporation, what use would it be to you?"
"Or perhaps..." He leaned forward, his green eyes gleaming, "You've mistaken me for that cunning ' Jade ' lady from the [ Strategic Investment Department ]?"
Blake raised his hand again, his five fingers opening and closing before Sunday's unfocused gaze.
"If I truly wanted to kill you, why waste my breath here? Back at the Penacony Grand Theater, I could have erased your existence, along with the current doubts, from this galaxy."
"Sigh~" Blake drawled, his posture relaxing again. "Actually, as the Chair of the [ Church of Eternity ], I'm not as warlike as Fulisina. Constant fighting is too boring and too short-lived."
"Look, you are not bound by any shackles, and you are currently in the medical room of the [ Church of Eternity ]."
"You must be wondering why I have such patience with a chosen one like you who dares to overstep his bounds?"
Blake stepped forward, his emerald green eyes seeming to pierce through one's soul. "From that precious Remembrance of your childhood, may I interpret it this way...?"
"For you, the essence of Eternity is happiness. Isn't that right?"
The silence of Sunday was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, creating heavy ripples in the air.
After witnessing firsthand the pure will embodied by the Church of Eternity at the Penacony Grand Theater, his deepest doubts about Eternity began to surface like cracks in solid ice.
"Remember?" Blake's voice struck Sunday's heart with its clarity, "[Building a Paradise where everyone can find Eternity peace] -- this was your shared ideal with Miss Robin, a promise made through blood, wasn't it?"
Blake's eyes locked onto Sunday: "If I said that the Path of Eternity could grant you this wish..." He paused slightly, then asked, enunciating each word clearly:
"Your Excellency, on Sunday, would you be willing to... have a frank conversation with me?"