Fu Xuan had excavated everything regarding the Stellaron Hunters and their purpose in coming to the Xianzhou.
However, the absurd truth, combined with the delirious inner voices of the Star Rail duo, caused the finger seal in Fu Xuan's hands to dissipate, subjecting her to a negligible backlash.
Fu Xuan gasped for breath, her shock and confusion accompanied by a shame that turned into anger. She was absolutely furious!
She opened her small mouth, wanting to ruthlessly scold the two Gray-hairs, but after searching through every vocabulary word in her mind, she could only shout angrily:
"Stelle! Caelus! You two scoundrels!"
Noticing that the Matrix of Prescience had stopped its deduction, everyone who had walked over to inquire paused in their tracks, their expressions turning peculiar upon hearing Fu Xuan's words.
Little March looked blank.
What was going on?
What was the situation?
Why was the first thing Fu Xuan did after observing and interrogating Kafka to denounce Caelus and Stelle?
Jing Yuan's expression was first slightly stunned, then gradually turned serious.
Could it be?
Could Caelus and Stelle really have some relationship with the Stellaron disaster?
No!
Observing Fu Xuan's expression carefully, Jing Yuan quickly rejected this conjecture. As an old colleague who had worked with her for centuries, he understood Master Fu. The people she would curse like that... well, they likely weren't enemies.
Even Kafka was slightly taken aback. Why would the Master Diviner get angry at Caelus and Stelle immediately? But then, noticing the look Fu Xuan cast at her, Kafka felt that, seemingly, there was no problem.
"Well? Now that you know everything, do you like this truth? Is it a pleasant surprise?"
Kafka, floating amidst countless profound talisman particles, smiled faintly, not feeling like a trapped beast in the slightest.
"I told you long ago, the Stellaron Hunters are not the Xianzhou's enemies."
"You... you guys just did it for my white silk pantyhose?!"
Fu Xuan was flabbergasted, her volume pitch raising several degrees due to the shock.
From the information read from Kafka, the Stellaron Hunters' goal was to make the Xianzhou owe the Express—specifically Stelle and Caelus—a favor, so that the Xianzhou would repay the two in the future.
And since the two Gray-hairs had a special fondness for her white silk pantyhose, then following the logical equation, one could derive the conclusion: the Stellaron Hunters' goal was her white silk pantyhose!
"???"
"???"
Buzz, buzz, buzz~!
A rain of golden question marks fell within the heart of the Matrix of Prescience.
Even Kafka fell silent and speechless, plunged into confusion. White silk pantyhose?
Elio had foreseen that the Divination Commission would use the Matrix of Prescience on her. To prevent accidents, he hadn't told her the key information. At this moment, Kafka only knew what the Xianzhou Alliance was supposed to know.
But no matter how one looked at it, the conclusion shouldn't be that the Stellaron Hunters' goal was white silk pantyhose, right?
A moment later, Kafka lowered her eyes to look at the matrix base below, beginning to doubt. Is the Xianzhou's Matrix of Prescience really reliable?
"Cough, cough, cough. Master Fu, w-what did you say?"
Jing Yuan was caught off guard, choked by the conclusion Fu Xuan had reached. He coughed repeatedly, revealing a rarely seen expression of disbelief.
Welt, March 7th, 'White' Seele, and Qingque looked at each other, exchanging glances, their faces full of confusion.
"What did I do? We were fine, why start scolding people all of a sudden!"
Stelle the dummy scratched her head at the edge of the matrix center, revealing an innocent little expression. "However..."
Stelle showed no mercy as she clasped her hands together, her face wearing a refreshing smile, her tone lively. "Thanks for the treat! Master Diviner can scold me a few more times, nye."
"That's right, Master Diviner. It's fine if you scold Stelle, but why scold me too? I strongly condemn this joint liability and demand you pay me mental compensation!"
Caelus spoke with righteousness, looking like a framed good citizen.
"I won't open my mouth like a lion and ask for too much. Just use your white silk pantyhose to compensate my wounded soul."
Looking at the two Gray-hairs, Fu Xuan only felt her blood pressure soaring—surging, skyrocketing, exploding!
Fortunately, the complicated and massive flow of information in her mind receded, and Fu Xuan's extremely shocked thinking returned to clarity.
"Apologies, I lost my composure."
Fu Xuan patted her chest, which had a curvature almost identical to Qingque's, and took repeated deep breaths to calm down.
She realized there was a tiny little problem in the links of the logic chain pieced together from the information.
"What exactly did you see?"
March 7th was completely baffled by Fu Xuan's performance and stepped forward to ask.
"Kafka has nothing to do with the Stellaron. On the contrary, it's you two... it's actually you two..."
"What kind of sh-shameless things were you two thinking about just now!"
Fu Xuan's gaze swept over the Express crew, her face red as she fiercely glared at Caelus and Stelle twice, perfectly embodying the spirit of 'You're too bad, I'm going to stare at you with my eyes.jpg'!
"Absurd, simply absurd!"
As Fu Xuan spoke, she walked quickly towards Jing Yuan outside the matrix center.
"What actually happened? Speak clearly, hey!" March 7th stomped her feet.
She really wanted to say: Riddlers get out of the Xianzhou!
"If you have anything to ask, ask Kafka yourselves."
Determining that the Stellaron Hunters posed no threat and held no malice toward the Xianzhou, Fu Xuan no longer cared about Kafka.
"General..."
Walking swiftly to Jing Yuan's virtual projection, Fu Xuan recounted everything she had obtained from the Matrix of Prescience in detail.
Although it was extremely hard to believe, the results deduced by the Matrix of Prescience could absolutely not be wrong. No matter how inconceivable the result looked, it was absolutely the truth.
Of course, during the narration, Fu Xuan omitted the delirious inner thoughts Caelus and Stelle had regarding her white silk pantyhose.
In the matrix center, the talismans surrounding Kafka dispersed, and the purple-haired beauty fell from mid-air.
Although her hands and body were still bound, her posture remained calm and elegant—until she was caught in a princess carry by Stelle, who had run over.
Stelle even mimicked the male lead catching the female lead in a TV drama, spinning around in place while holding Kafka, gazing affectionately into Kafka's eyes.
"Mommy, are you okay?"
Kafka: "..."
She was very happy that Stelle was close to her and cared about her, but what on earth was up with this personality?
Kafka still suspected that a problem had occurred when Stelle's memories were wiped back then, causing Baby Stelle to become so abstract now.
"Ah, this..."
March 7th looked at Stelle princess-carrying Kafka, opening her mouth but really not knowing what to say.
Welt actually had many things he wanted to ask Kafka, but he felt it was better to let Stelle and Caelus ask.
After a long silence, Kafka spoke first, her tone gentle:
"...I'm truly sorry for letting you see me in such a wretched state."
"You look great, not wretched at all."
Caelus returned the camera to March 7th. At Caelus's request, Little March pouted but still took a photo of the three of them.
"Don't you... have anything you want to ask me?"
Seeing that the two Gray-hairs weren't anxious at all and were even starting to discuss whether to take her back to the Express to warm their bed, Kafka helplessly took the initiative to bring up business.
Time was limited!
"Oh, then speak, Mommy."
Stelle pulled a few small stools out of her spatial ring and handed them to everyone who gathered around. Sit in a row, share the fruit.
Seeing this, Kafka laughed. Her laughter was very charming and pleasant to hear.
Subsequently, she told Stelle and Caelus the purpose of the Stellaron Hunters' trip in full detail.
Including that the Stellaron Hunters were innocent, that the Xianzhou's enemies included both internal troubles and external aggression, and that they came here only to make Stelle and Caelus the heroes of the Xianzhou, and so on.
"In the best and the worst of those futures, you will eventually face Nanook the Destruction. In the vast majority of futures, destiny ends at that moment."
"If we follow Elio's script, there will ultimately be a glimmer of hope."
"Did you know, Stelle, Caelus? Even an Aeon can be killed."
A gentle voice rang out. Kafka maintained her smile, her glazed, pale purple eyes becoming full of profound meaning.
"We know."
Caelus's unhesitating answer caused Kafka to pause slightly.
"People die if they are killed!"
"Gods are the same," Stelle said with a very serious, solemn face.
"Mere Destruction, is his name Nanook? With enough Crystals in place, even an Aeon gets wasted!"
Caelus and Stelle spoke in unison.
It left Kafka at a loss.
Although she didn't know what 'Crystals' were, or if Baby Stelle and Baby Caelus were having an episode again, in Kafka's cognition, wasting an Aeon was impossible, right?
Welt, listening from the side, had a solemn face. March 7th had an expression that said: Me, beat Destruction? For real?
Knowing that an Aeon was the enemy of the future, yet seeing no panic on Caelus and Stelle's faces—Stelle was even a little eager to try.
From this perspective, Stelle's personality becoming abstract might not necessarily be a bad thing. Kafka continued to inquire:
"Then do you know how to kill an Aeon?"
"I checked the data and asked Herta. Ena the 'Order' was assimilated by Xipe the 'Harmony'."
Caelus was actually quite curious about the Aeons' past and had asked Herta many questions about them.
"Correct. That is one of the three ways to make an Aeon fall: the broader Path swallows the narrow one."
Kafka revealed a touch of astonishment. That genius Herta?
"The second method is a war of divinity between Aeon and Aeon. As for the third... it is not yet time."
The possibilities of the future were endless. Learning the correct thing at the wrong time would also render the Stellaron Hunters' long-standing efforts void.
"Eh, I don't feel there's much difference between these methods."
Not anxious because of Kafka's concealment, Caelus shrugged. "In the final analysis, whether it's swallowing or fighting, it's all about the strong defeating the weak."
Kafka was silent. The logic was indeed correct.
However, it was absolutely impossible for humans to rival the mighty power of an Aeon. Even the strongest Emanator facing the weakest Aeon—the two were not existences of the same dimension.
Kafka gazed at Caelus, falling into thought. After Caelus appeared, a massive amount of branching options had appeared in Elio's script. This was something that had never happened before.
Elio got a headache every time he saw Caelus's figure in the foreseen future. Caelus's future seemed very unstable, yet he played a crucial role in the future.
"Aiya, time is just about up."
Suddenly, Kafka spoke without warning, looking up to gaze into the distance.
The next second, as if a sudden earthquake had occurred, the earth trembled amidst a rumbling sound. A thunderous roar that shook the heavens and earth erupted from the depths of the sea of clouds, and a massive wave of air pushed open the cloud layer.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
"Look over there!"
"It's the Ambrosial Arbor!"
The inside of the Divination Commission fell into an uproar.
In the direction Kafka was gazing, the heaven-reaching Ambrosial Arbor was revealing all kinds of anomalies. Withered bark trembled and fell from the branches, and leaves of starfire appeared, burning brightly.
If not for the Luofu's spatial folding technology, its crown could have even pierced the sky!
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