After saying goodbye to Seele and Bronya, the four members of the Trailblazing squad chatted casually for a bit more.
Most of it was about the new powers that Stelle and Nero had used.
Under March's suspicious gaze, Stelle found it hard to clearly explain what had actually happened. She could only say that she had received a glance from the Aeon Qlipoth.
As for Nero, the aftereffects of going all out had already kicked in.
After all, the skill was far too powerful... but in the end, it was just a sudden wave of intense fatigue. It was similar to the muscle strain and soreness someone who never exercises feels the day after finishing a physical fitness long-distance run.
But the kid was only tired, not unable to fight.
Facing Nero, who was standing on tiptoe and half-lying on his blade, constantly muttering "I'm tired" in a small voice, March had no real solution. She could only raise her hand and pat his head.
"The blessing of an Aeon is really scary..." Thinking this, March could not help but glance a few more times at the cracks in the sky and the land.
Then, the girl's gaze fell on Nero, whose hair was loose and messy.
"Someone who can be blessed by two Aeons is also really scary... actually, this feels like the strangest part."
Stelle stood beside March, blinked, then raised her hand and pointed at herself, looking at her with an innocent expression.
March squinted at Stelle. "Having two people like that in the same team is even scarier. But they're both my teammates... so this is really just too cool!"
A certain disappointed beauty showed a silly, goofy smile.
March fumbled around in her pocket, pulled out two hair ties, and walked behind Nero to start fixing his hair.
"How about I tie twin ponytails for you?"
"Do whatever you want, I really don't feel like moving at all right now," Nero muttered, lying motionless on his sword.
March smiled slightly and began tying Nero's hair. In the process, the girl could not help rubbing her arms and muttered softly, "Why does it feel colder after the snow stopped... even though sunlight is shining down from behind the split clouds..."
"Because when snow melts, that's when it's coldest. March, you usually stay in the archive with Teacher Dan Heng so much... ahhh! Don't pull my hair, it hurts a lot."
The atmosphere of the Express crew always seemed cheerful. At this moment, Dan Heng stood beneath the massive body of the Creation Engine and looked up at the figures above as he asked, "Mr. Welt, we're preparing to head to the Underworld now. Would you like to come with us?"
Mr. Yang stood atop the Creation Engine and waved his hand, his glasses reflecting a cold glint. "No, no. You go ahead. I'll see if there's any technology here that can be applied to the Express."
Stelle, March, and Nero, who was leisurely sitting on his sword, also came over to Dan Heng's side.
Nero tilted his head up and shouted, "Mr. Yang, are you really not going? Svarog is in the Underworld too!"
Mr. Yang, "..."
The mature adult silently flew down from the massive steel construct and landed lightly beside Nero.
Mr. Yang raised his hand and gently pushed his glasses up. His expression did not change, and he only said calmly, "Let's go. You just went through a fierce battle. If anything troublesome comes up, leave it to me."
Nero looked up at Mr. Yang's face, which looked like a sculpture under the light, and nodded blankly. "Oh."
Everyone set off.
"By the way, the people in the Underworld are actually pretty nice. We probably won't run into anything that needs fight..."
"Nero, stop talking."
"Why, Teacher Dan Heng?"
Stelle, "..."
'Mr. Welt really is something else... this is the composure of an adult!'
The Express crew moved at a decent pace, especially since one of them was literally flying while sitting on a sword.
Without spending too much time, they arrived at Boulder Town in the Underworld.
After walking along the street for a while, they came to the front of Natasha's clinic.
Just by lifting their heads, they could see quite a few people gathered near the clinic entrance. March raised her hand to her forehead, looked ahead, and said cheerfully, "Look, there are so many people gathered near the clinic!"
"Natasha and Oleg are both at the entrance," Dan Heng said.
The group quickened their pace slightly.
They squeezed through the crowd and arrived in front of Natasha and Oleg.
Mr. Yang glanced at Natasha, looking a bit distracted.
March greeted them enthusiastically, "Natasha, Oleg! Sorry to keep you waiting!"
"Ah...they're back!" Natasha revealed a smile and turned around.
"I didn't expect you to be this fast! Judging by your expressions, it looks like you brought good news, right?" Oleg said as well.
Both of them noticed the extra Mr. Yang. Based on their previous experiences, they could also infer that this should be the "Mr. Yang" Nero had mentioned.
But compared to that...
Natasha's gaze lingered on Nero.
"Of course! You wouldn't believe how much effort we put in..."
March raised her head, her small face full of pride. The girl puffed out her chest, already starting to show off.
Then, without any suspense, she earned looks of disdain from her teammates.
March waited for a bit and noticed no one responded. She opened one eye and took a look, meeting the dead-fish eyes of both Dan Heng and Stelle.
Natasha, meanwhile, had gone around to the back. She stood in front of Nero and asked, "The twin ponytails are really cute. Did you tie them yourself?"
Nero shook his head.
March immediately seized the chance to step in and said, "I did it! Looks good, right!"
Natasha said nothing, gave March a thumbs-up, and rewarded her with a little red flower.
In the end, it was Stelle and Dan Heng who explained how things had developed to the two from the Underworld. Of course, they used the version of events that Bronya had decided on earlier.
The collapse of the public's faith in the Supreme Guardian could cause chaos, and the people of Belobog were harder to comfort than most of the researchers on Herta Space Station.
After all, Herta Space Station was the property of geniuses, while here in Belobog, most people had struggled through this harsh environment their entire lives.
They had resolved the Stellaron crisis. If Belobog were to be destroyed because of internal conflict afterward, that would be far too tragic.
March glanced at Stelle and Dan Heng from a distance, then leaned in close to Nero and whispered, "Those two really don't change their expressions at all... Is that a required quality for people with mysterious pasts?"
"No idea, maybe," Nero said. "Or maybe their facial muscles are just stiff and they don't have many expressions."
"Dan Heng maybe, but Stelle definitely isn't expressionless," March said.
Then March looked at Nero, raised her hand and rubbed her chin.
"By the way, were you really just selling tea back in your hometown?" A detective-like glint appeared in the girl's eyes. "Selling tea... even with an Aeon's blessing, aren't you way too good at fighting?"
"I'm just naturally gifted! I'm Herta!"
"Herta-level genius and what you're trying to say aren't really the same thing."
While Nero and March were whispering to each other, Natasha showed a thoughtful expression. In the end, she said, "I understand."
She had clearly already guessed the actual situation. As the leader of Wildfire, she had that much political intuition.
And because of that, she would not deliberately interfere with the outcome.
"So, the intense tremors the Underworld felt earlier were caused by that battle, right?" Oleg asked.
Dan Heng and Stelle exchanged a look, then nodded.
Honestly, if the Underworld had been located somewhere underground in the northern snowfields of Belobog, it probably would not even exist anymore.
After that, Natasha expressed her concern for Seele.
March said that Seele was together with Bronya, which put Natasha at ease.
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