Su Yuan and Aether were sitting on the steps of an open space outside the headquarters of the Knights of Favonius, watching Klee happily playing with the other children…
Seeing the children's innocent and carefree smiles, both Su Yuan and Aether felt much of the pain and exhaustion from constantly fighting against the Eerie finally ease a little…
Maybe this is why they fight against the Eerie—to protect the children's smiles…
But there was one thing Su Yuan couldn't quite figure out.
From the current situation, though he didn't know the reason, it seemed that after triggering a death rewind, no information would appear on the palm of his left hand anymore…
So why did it seem like Aether already knew everything in advance—knowing that some children would come looking for Klee to play, and even specifically insisting that Klee must go and play with them?
It was as if Aether clearly knew that another cause of Klee's eerie state was preventing her from playing with other children.
So Su Yuan turned to Aether and asked directly:
"Aether, do you know something?"
Faced with Su Yuan's question, Aether froze for a moment.
Of course he knew something—after all, everything he had experienced last time was still fresh in his mind…
But at the same time, Aether was troubled.
Based on past experience, he knew he couldn't reveal anything about it to others.
If he spoke, his words would turn into something vague and absurd…
So Aether could only sigh softly and reply:
"Sigh… Su Yuan, let's just use the words you often say yourself—just trust me."
Seeing Aether's slightly pained expression, Su Yuan understood that Aether probably had his own reasons, so he didn't press the matter any further.
The afternoon quickly passed as Klee played, and before long it was already evening.
The parents of the other children came to call them home for dinner, so Su Yuan and Aether took Klee back to the Knights of Favonius as well.
"Thank you, Honorary Knight big brother, thank you, Su Yuan big brother." Klee said gratefully, "Ever since big brother Albedo went up the snowy mountain, I haven't played with my friends for such a long time!"
Mentioning Albedo made Klee fall a little gloomy again…
"I really didn't expect that the big brother Albedo who's been by our side these days was actually a fake…"
"The real big brother Albedo… is still in the hands of that bad guy Dottore…"
"All right, Klee, don't think about those sad things anymore…" Su Yuan spoke to comfort her.
"Your Honorary Knight big brother and I will definitely find a way to rescue Albedo!"
Later, at the dinner table, Jean told Su Yuan and Aether about some details of her recent discussion with Guildmaster Cyrus…
In short, Cyrus hadn't expected that something like the Eerie could even exist in this world.
But he also believed the existence of the Eerie should not be made public within the Adventurers' Guild.
If it spread from the guild to the ordinary people, it would inevitably cause great panic…
At the same time, Guildmaster Cyrus promised to do his best—under full disclosure of the risks—to dispatch some elite adventurers to assist the Knights of Favonius in fighting against the Eerie.
After the meal, Su Yuan washed up and returned to his room, lying down on his bed…
Recalling all that had happened today, Su Yuan couldn't help but feel a chill of unspeakable dread…
Using his new ability to uncover Mona's condition for becoming Eerie, Albetwo's self-destruction, encountering Dottore again, the adventurers who perished in avalanches and landslides, as well as Fischl's father and Oz…
And, without the palm-of-the-hand intel prompts, if not for Aether making a precise judgment, would he really have been unable to stop Klee's Eerie state—forced instead to follow the last prompt and kill her?
Su Yuan suddenly realized: without the information prompts on his left palm, his death rewind would become meaningless—only endlessly repeating the same tragedies…
"I just hope today's missing palm-of-the-hand intel was only a bug…"
"Maybe if I sleep tonight and reset my brain and body, it'll all be fine tomorrow…"
Su Yuan muttered softly to himself, then drifted into slumber…
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The next morning, Su Yuan didn't feel the warmth of the sun, but he still woke naturally on time…
Looking out the window at the heavy clouds, Su Yuan thought the weather didn't look too good today—it seemed like rain was coming…
In novels, descriptions of weather like this always seemed to foreshadow something bad.
But Su Yuan didn't believe in that kind of omen, only thinking he was scaring himself…
Feeling the sting in the palm of his right hand, Su Yuan finally let out a small sigh of relief…
Fortunately, the intel prompts on his right palm hadn't bugged out—otherwise Su Yuan really wouldn't know how to move forward…
So next, Su Yuan raised his right hand and looked at his palm:
[First of all, congratulations on surviving your 22nd night]
[Currently available intel]
[Skipped…]
[64. The intel on your left palm has become invalid. For a period of time going forward, after death rewinds you will not receive any new intel prompts]
The very first piece of intel from his right palm today left Su Yuan completely stunned…
Although he didn't want to accept it, the reality before him left him no choice but to believe it…
Su Yuan couldn't understand why this was happening—why the left-palm intel, which had always helped him overcome countless crises, would just vanish like this?
Back when he first crossed into Fontaine, waking up on Furina's bed in the Palais Mermonia—if not for the left-palm prompt telling him no matter what happened, do not leave the bed—he might've burned through all his rewinds right there with Furina, and died immediately…
Without memories of deaths, if there was no intel to tell him what had happened, wouldn't his death rewind ability be nothing but useless trash?
But then, Su Yuan noticed something off—why did this prompt specifically emphasize "for a period of time"?
Did that mean another possibility—that it was only for now that his left palm wouldn't give intel prompts, but that later it might return?
The problem was, how long was "a period of time"?
Could it be a day, two days? Or maybe five years, ten years?
Su Yuan couldn't help but complain in his head—why did the intel prompts on his right palm always love acting like some RNG dice roll or a damn riddlemaster?
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