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Seeing Sparkle leave.
After washing up, Sol picked up a plump, juicy peach and headed toward a restaurant.
As agreed, the two of them would head toward each other and conduct emotional observation at a decent restaurant.
Though it sounded a bit like a date.
In reality, however, this was a necessary step in gathering research material.
But why hadn't Acheron arrived yet?
Sitting in his chair, Sol rested his head on one hand and pondered silently.
It was known that Acheron was a trustworthy and considerate big sister. For Tiernan's relic, she had crossed the vast universe and even slain a Duke Inferno along the way.
Acheron like that would absolutely never stand him up.
So, she must have gotten lost—just like she often did.
Snap!
Sol snapped his fingers, and the Memoria within space began to ripple.
A proud beauty wearing a purple veil gradually emerged from the void, exuding an aura that was mysterious, powerful, and reliable.
"My, master." Black Swan gracefully bowed to Sol and asked gently, "Your Memokeeper stands ready to serve you at all times."
Since becoming Sol's exclusive Memokeeper, she had remained hidden within the surrounding Memoria at his side.
Thus, she had watched in secret as Sol grew ambiguous with girls of many different identities.
Genius Society Member: Herta, Galaxy Songstress: Robin, Masked Fool: Sparkle, Stellaron Hunter: Silver Wolf, Trailblazer: Stelle…
They were all remarkable figures, each with their own dazzling lives.
And to witness their other sides, to appreciate the dramatic shifts in their emotions—
As a Memokeeper, her life had truly been fulfilled.
"Acheron may have gotten lost." Sol admired Black Swan's professional composure and said with a smile, "Go guide her."
He could have transmitted a message himself and directed Acheron onto the correct path.
But when you had subordinates, you used them. Otherwise, it was as if you didn't have any.
The greatest charm of authority lay in pushing tasks you could accomplish yourself onto others—doing nothing, yet enjoying the delightful results.
"No problem. That's simple."
Black Swan agreed easily, smiling with confidence. "Because you require it, I shall act."
She stepped forward once, and her graceful figure vanished from where she stood.
Traversing Memoria was a Memokeeper's specialty.
"…"
Sol fell silent for a moment before muttering, She won't mess up just guiding someone, right?
That confident expression reminded him of the time he had subdued Black Swan.
Back then, he and Sparkle had initiated a battle staking fate itself during the Golden Hour, while Black Swan, Firefly, and Silver Wolf watched.
After the battle ended, he sealed the Golden Hour to await later repairs. Unexpectedly, Black Swan—who normally came and went freely—had not left.
It wasn't until Sparkle finished several days of her defeat CG that he restarted the Golden Hour, releasing the trapped "jailbird" and taking her into his service.
The elegant confidence Black Swan had displayed while being trapped for days had left a deep impression on him. What exactly had she been so confident about?
Still, this time she was only guiding Acheron. There shouldn't be any problems.
Resting his chin on his hand, Sol felt an inexplicable hint of uncertainty.
Probably… not?
…
"Every day it's little errands like this, and I get so much gossip in return. It's wonderful!"
Black Swan traveled through the Memoria, feeling quite pleased.
She had already locked onto Acheron's location—lost once again within a dreamscape pending restoration.
However, quite a number of Dreamjolt Troupe members lingered there, and new reinforcements occasionally emerged from the Memoria.
For ordinary Pathstriders, this would be quite troublesome.
But this time, they faced an Emanator of Nihility. Naturally, there would be no real disturbance.
Upholding respect for every life, Acheron drew her blade seriously and sent them across the boundary into Nihility.
Her expression focused as she discerned the road ahead, casually slashing down a Soda Dog that leapt from the Memoria.
Judging by her direction, the Emanator of Nihility had taken the wrong path.
"What a beautiful and dangerous blade light!"
Black Swan was captivated by the brilliance of the katana's edge.
Beneath the light that had been planted within her, the katana still cut through everything—but it now carried something new.
The opposing boundary between Nihility and hope seemed to render that blade even stronger.
Yet even such a powerful Emanator of Nihility would still lose her way within layered Memoria.
The corner of Black Swan's lips curved upward into a charming smile. "At times like this, it's my turn to act."
She would go to Acheron's side and help the Emanator find the correct path.
Even an Emanator required her assistance. Just thinking about it was a little exciting.
"It should be this direction?"
Acheron sighed softly, hesitating at a fork in the road.
Left or right—it all seemed the same.
Clearly, she lost her way because the power of Nihility dulled her perception.
But the light of hope had already dispelled Nihility's influence. So why was she still getting lost?
At that moment, two Bubble Hounds leapt from the Memoria, charging straight at her.
"Annoying…"
Acheron's brows knit slightly as she drew and slashed.
A flash of cold light—and four severed pieces fell to the ground.
For the first time, she felt that having emotions wasn't entirely a good thing.
At least when facing such minor creatures before, she wouldn't have felt the slightest ripple.
Today was an important day for her participation in research related to Nihility and hope—though she was the one being researched…
After eating, would she need to lie naked on a bed in some laboratory, undergoing a meticulous physical examination?
Somehow… it sounded very embarrassing!
A faint blush tinged Acheron's cool face, her expression growing more conflicted.
"You—"
A proud and mysterious voice suddenly appeared.
"Hmm?"
Acheron reacted instinctively, drawing her blade in a swift arc.
"Y-You… hello, Ms. Acheron~"
Cold sweat beaded on Black Swan's forehead as her purple headscarf split in two and fell before her eyes.
The sharp katana hovered before her. A fraction closer, and she would have been split in half like the Dreamjolt Troupe.
The overwhelming power of Nihility even induced illusions—her past life flashing before her eyes at extreme speed.
If only she had been more careful… She should have spoken first before stepping out.
"Sorry."
At a loss for words, Acheron caught the two pieces of the scarf midair and handed them to Black Swan.
"Hehe." Black Swan used the power of Memoria to mend it, adjusting her composure as she smiled. "It's alright. This isn't the first time in my life something like this has happened. I wasn't frightened."
That was close. I almost died.
Though it wasn't the first time she had faced such danger, surviving each time allowed her to appreciate the beauty of life even more deeply. That, too, was a kind of gain.
"Oh."
Acheron relaxed slightly, then grew somewhat curious.
If this wasn't the first time encountering such danger, who had caused the previous incidents?
Not to boast, but she was at least a fairly capable Emanator.
To have repeatedly faced attacks of this level and still survive—Memokeepers of the Garden of Recollection were indeed dangerous.
And to survive such accidents time and again demonstrated their formidable strength.
Perhaps even if she hadn't pulled back in time just now, Black Swan might still have stubbornly endured.
However, considering manners, Acheron ultimately refrained from asking further.
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