Argenti and the bald researcher were staring at each other.
It was worth mentioning that this bald researcher was the very one who had previously helped Nero and Stelle find information related to the Fright Maze.
Argenti looked at the bald researcher and thought to himself, 'What a blazing gaze! That passion, that persistence and devotion! He must be the same kind of person as me.'
'He must be able to understand and comprehend what the Knights of Pure Beauty truly pursue! Perhaps I only need to describe it briefly, and he will understand, he will understand what Pure Beauty is!'
And as the bald researcher looked at Argenti, he was thinking the same way, 'What a beautiful person… that outfit… He must be the Knight of Pure Beauty that Station Master Asta chose to help before, right?'
'Everything I've learned now comes from materials related to the Knights of Pure Beauty. Then he will surely be able to understand my pursuit as well. As long as I explain it to him briefly, he will understand and recognize what Little Fish is!'
The next moment, the two of them stepped forward at the same time, and Argenti spoke first, "What a beautiful lifeform. I can see the honors and crystallization left behind by your diligent work, and I can also see the blazing fire in your eyes. Your passion is like a fiercely burning star!"
The bald researcher nodded in thanks and said, "You as well, Sir Knight. From your flame-like long hair, I can feel your passion and yearning for what you pursue. And from your meticulously neat appearance and your gleaming, spotless armor, I can tell that you always practice the path of Pure Beauty down to the smallest detail."
Argenti raised a hand to his chest, maintaining elegance and courtesy, and a voice as clear as a gently flowing spring came from his mouth, "Ah, it seems you already know what Pure Beauty is, and you also know the Goddess of Pure Beauty, Idrila."
"Although this is our first meeting and my actions may be somewhat presumptuous, I still wish to ask you a question, so please forgive my abruptness."
"Then, my friend, may I ask whether you acknowledge that the Goddess of Pure Beauty, Idrila, is peerlessly beautiful?"
The bald researcher looked at Argenti, lowered his head slightly in apology, and then said, "I'm very sorry, Sir Knight. Whether it was the me of the past or the me of the present, I will not say the words you wish to hear."
"Pure Beauty, Idrila, is too illusory and distant for an ordinary person like me. Compared to those overly far-off things, it is the things right before my eyes, visible, tangible, and within reach, that attract me more."
Argenti nodded gently. "I understand, sir. Everyone's understanding and pursuit of beauty is different."
"However, I believe you have this way of thinking because your understanding of Pure Beauty is not yet deep enough. I hope to use a knight's method to help you gain a deeper understanding of Pure Beauty."
"Please allow me to issue you a duel. If I am the victor in this battle, then I ask that you acknowledge it and shout, 'The Goddess of Pure Beauty, Idrila, is peerlessly beautiful!'"
Having said that, Argenti had already lifted his long spear, looking seriously at the bald researcher.
Facing such an Argenti, the bald researcher shook his head and said, "I refuse. If this duel is unavoidable, then please allow me to concede, Sir Knight."
"Compared to you, who have undergone long and rigorous training, my body is far too frail. For me, this is a duel that I am destined to lose."
"So, I still cannot say those words."
"However, to make up for it, please allow me to share my own persistence and pursuit with you."
Listening to the bald researcher's words, Argenti put away his spear, and his gaze softened considerably.
He was overly stubborn, but he was not unreasonable.
Indeed, if he were to accidentally hurt someone because of this, it would no longer be beautiful.
"Of course," Argenti said. "I would be very willing to listen to and witness the beauty in your eyes."
The two of them seemed to be immersed in their own world. Their borderline unhinged conversation made quite a few other researchers passing by cast sideways glances.
Some of those passing researchers showed looks of "so that's how it is" and "support," some were full of confusion, and in the eyes of others, there was nothing but disdain.
But most people had empty eyes, fully devoted to their own work.
The bald researcher walked up to Argenti and said, "If it were the former me, as a member of Lady Herta's fan support club, I would definitely have introduced to you just how beautiful and how genius this lady is, and how she serves as a spiritual pillar within our space station."
"But now, what I want to show you is the little hero who saved our space station. His name is Nero."
As he spoke, the bald researcher pulled out photos of Nero from his phone.
Some of these photos were taken by members of the Little Fish fan support club when Nero was still at the space station, and some were directly captured from the station's surveillance footage.
Argenti looked at those photos with reverence and seriousness.
As he looked at the white-haired youth in the pictures, his eyes widened slightly, and his pupils trembled.
He had seen many beautiful things, but someone like the person in these photos, this was the first time.
He couldn't tell whether that person perfectly matched his aesthetic, or whether his aesthetic had been shaped to look like that person.
Argenti was shaken to the core.
He had never seen Idrila, yet it felt as though he had paid audience to that goddess countless times in his dreams.
At this very moment, he saw those hands and slender fingers, saw the snow-white long hair, saw the graceful figure, saw that fair face and those gray eyes, and within that posture and those pupils, he glimpsed countless stars.
For an instant, Argenti felt as if he had glimpsed the most magnificent scene in the deepest reaches of the universe, as if it were before the birth of all truths, as if it were the very moment the universe came into being…
A voice sounded in his mind, telling him that perhaps the vague face of Idrila in his dreams should be like this.
The person before his eyes left him unable to think of a single fitting sentence of praise, unable to think of a single appropriate word of admiration.
The elegance and nobility that Argenti had always maintained had long since fused into his bones and soul, yet at this moment, he was forced to behave in an utterly undignified manner.
In his dazed state, Argenti couldn't control his mouth or vocal cords at all. He blurted out instinctively, "My freaking Idrila!"
At that moment, the voice of the bald researcher beside him rang out, pulling Argenti back to reality.
"Sir Knight, do you acknowledge that the space station's little hero, Nero, is peerlessly beautiful?"
Argenti blinked and turned his head to look at the bald researcher.
At this moment, the tone and expression of this Knight of Pure Beauty were more serious than ever before.
"Sir, if possible, could you please tell me in detail about everything that this beau... about everything that this beautiful Nero has done?"
"Of course, I'd be very happy to," the bald researcher nodded. Then he lowered his head a bit shyly, his face slightly red. "Come to think of it, he looks a lot like my first love…"
He was very proud, yet at the same time felt it was only natural.
Within this space station, all members of the Little Fish fan support club firmly acknowledged one belief.
That is, Little Fish's beauty is peerless, and Little Fish's charm is absolutely unique.
No one… can resist Little Fish.
That kind of beauty is almost a concept, a law.
Everyone can find everything they like in him, and no one can find even the slightest thing they dislike in him…
And Nero himself was completely unaware that his fan support club had almost developed into something comparable to the Knights of Pure Beauty, something that, in a certain sense, could practically be called pathological.
At this moment, the four members of the Trailblazing Squad were heading toward the Great Mine Area.