"My na—Aglaea 33550335 of the Chrysalis of Gold. And now, what I am about to reveal to you... is the true fla chase journey of Amphoreus..."
"The true fla chase journey?"
This opening line, sothing she had never imagined, struck Aglaea’s mind with a violent shock!
She had originally thought she might see reflections on failure and regret left by a previous life, or perhaps so kind of admonition regarding the emptiness she had experienced.
But she never expected that her previous self would say Amphoreus had another fla chase journey?
Without hesitation, her consciousness imdiately surged forward, eager to understand what unknown origins and truths lay hidden behind this so-called "true fla chase."
anwhile, seeing that Aglaea had already taken hold of the 「Romance」Corefla, the other Chrysos Heirs exchanged glances and finally made up their minds.
No matter what lay ahead—deeper despair or buried truth—they had to face it.
So they each reached out, grasping the Corefla that belonged to them, preparing to witness with their own eyes the final ssages left by their "past selves."
And then...
The sa question arose in the hearts of all the Chrysos Heirs:
"The true... fla chase journey?"
And so, the long-sealed story slowly unfolded from its very beginning—
"My na is Aglaea 1." A gentle yet determined consciousness, like a breeze drifting through countless ages, brushed across the heart of the current Aglaea.
"Actually, I had long thought about leaving sothing for the ’us’ of the future. Combat experience? Lessons from failure? Or those unforgettable regrets?"
The consciousness paused:
"But... after much deliberation, I felt that our own stories had already been rembered by soone. I thought I might do sothing... more aningful."
The flow of consciousness grew gentle, filled with so far-reaching anticipation:
"For instance... telling the later ’you’ a little about that ’Phaethon.’ Recording these fragnts, perhaps one day in the future, when the gears of fate turn at a critical mont... these words might prove useful sohow..."
...
"I am Tribios 2." The voice was like a church bell, clear and distant, evoking in the Tribbies mories of "mother."
"I hope my words, like faint starlight, can guide you through the endless cycles to find Amphoreus’s morning star."
"Now, the Maiden will begin telling a story..."
"Legend says that when the world is shrouded in the deepest darkness, when hope seems utterly extinguished... in that cold, lifeless night sky, a guiding morning star will always stubbornly shine..."
...
"Hey! Later , or whoever else, guess what?" A lively, slightly mischievous consciousness burst into Cipher’s mind, her tone as if sharing an interesting secret.
"We old-tirs—, the seamstress, and Sister Tribbie and the others—just got together and ’devoured’ the golden words left by dozens of previous ’us.’ And guess what?"
The consciousness carried an exaggerated exclamation:
"We found that rather than endlessly rambling to so vague and intangible next recurrence about our own glorious achievents or painful lessons..."
The tone suddenly turned sly:
"Everyone unanimously chose to talk about that ’Deliverer chef’?!"
Then, with a hint of helpless acknowledgnt:
"Though, he really has been nothing but good to us, and the grilled fish he makes is amazing... Fine, fine! This lady will be generous for once!"
"Let Cipher 64 exclusively share with you so little-known secrets about him! This ti, it’s free!..."
...
"Hmm... by the way, later ’,’ if... if you still have the chance, say thank you to him for ..."
...
A majestic voice rang out in Cerydra’s consciousness, carrying the composure of one long accustod to high position:
"You who co after, you may perhaps... identify by the na Cerydra 679."
"Alright, I think, compared to my personal reflections, you might be more interested in that glorious holy city I governed together with that ’Lord Fortuna’? There..."
Her voice carried a faint, barely perceptible trace of reminiscence and pride as she began to describe that miracle city that embodied wisdom and order...
...
"And... later ’,’ rember above all, say thank you to him..."
...
A consciousness, as ethereal as the deep ocean’s currents, tinged with faint sorrow, like a song, lingered in Hysilens’s heart:
"So... that silent little inky, always swimming in the shadows, has saved our Siren clan in his inconspicuous way... over seven thousand tis..."
The voice carried the shock of waking from a dream and endless gratitude. "Call Hysilens 7234... Let pluck the strings of the tide, and for those who co after, softly sing... the silent epic of that little ink-colored fish..."
...
"Finally, later ’,’ if... if you still have the chance, rember, on my behalf, say thank you to him for ..."
...
An impatient voice, tinged with awkward pride, exploded in Anaxagoras’s consciousness:
"You who co after! Just rember, my na is Anaxagoras! The undisputed leader of the Seven Sages of The Grove..."
The voice suddenly beca exasperated: "Tch! Why do I have to be forced to add a ’9754’?!"
After venting his dissatisfaction, his tone quickly shifted to an unquestionable authority:
"Now, enough idle chatter! I’m going to focus on praising my most outstanding, most proud student! Although that kid always ignores advice, he truly is my most satisfying..."
...
"Having said all that, later ’,’ if... if you still have the chance, rember, on my behalf, say thank you to him..."
...
A bold and unrestrained voice echoed in Mydei’s mind:
"Haha! I knew it! Phainon, that kid, looks all serious, but a savior? Completely unreliable! Lucky for us Amphoreus is as fortunate as Phaethon’s title—buy one get one free, two hidden in the house!"
His laughter subsided, taking on a hint of satisfaction at discovering the truth and teasing an old friend:
"But... Phaethon, Phaethon, so you rascal were actually the younger brother? Damn, hiding it from everyone for so long!"
Then he added with schadenfreude:
"But then again, serves Phainon right! Who told him to—cough!"
He cleared his throat, his voice becoming like that of a top chef about to impart exclusive secrets:
"Let —Mydei 58473, recognized as the most famous chef of Castrum Kremnos!—properly tell you later folks about our savior’s private favorite tastes and dishes! Master this, and in the next recurrence, you’ll earn his respect..."
...
"But later ’,’ the more important thing is to say thank you to that savior for ..."
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