It was time to sleep.
In the end, everyone still didn't agree to Nero's idea of installing tripwire mines in the hotel corridor, but they did agree to let the kid take his Fragmentum hand warmers back.
The little gray-haired girl returned to her room. Just like when she stayed at the Goethe Guesthouse before, she first took a look around.
In the end, she found a handwritten survey questionnaire placed on a low cabinet.
Stelle revealed a confident smile. She began to read it, but the large amount of polite formalities at the beginning made her eyes ache, so she quickly skipped straight to the main point.
The rating section, this was exactly what she was good at.
She was both the chivalrous Galactic Baseballer and the fair and impartial Sharp Critique Hero.
Let's see, what are the things that need to be rated?
Bed, Stelle gave it a very satisfied rating. Compared to the unadorned small bed on the Express, this large bed was indeed much more comfortable.
Of course, Stelle knew that once the exploration of Jarilo-VI was over, her small bed could become comfortable too.
Tea, Naturally also a positive review. Stelle rarely drank tea on the Express; Pom-Pom was better at providing sweet drinks. Maybe Dan Heng could give a proper evaluation, Stelle felt Dan Heng must be someone who understood tea.
As for Himeko's coffee… better not mention it. On the entire Express, probably only little Nero could drink that stuff together with Himeko.
Lastly, window lighting, Stelle still gave it a good review. She liked the design here, not too bright and not too dark.
But the rooms on the Express seemed to be able to control brightness better…
Aside from the ratings above, there was also a final suggestion. Gertie's handwritten note fell into Stelle's view, "If you come again next time, would you choose the Goethe Hotel?"
Considering that the first three were all positive reviews, after some careful thought, Stelle wrote the following, [Not satisfied. Won't stay here next time.]
In the end, she also left behind the great name of the Galactic Baseballer.
'Why won't I stay here next time?'
'What kind of question is that?'
If it were just herself, staying anywhere would be the same.
Being together with friends was the place Stelle found satisfying.
After finishing the evaluation, Stelle contentedly put down the pen, then burrowed under the covers and went to sleep.
But she didn't get a good night's rest. Ever since coming to Jarilo-VI, she had been dreaming, and this time was no exception.
In the dream, Stelle felt as if she saw the place in Everwinter Keep where Cocolia worked. Behind that desk piled high with documents, she saw Cocolia.
Although she couldn't see her face clearly, Stelle knew that at this moment, the Supreme Guardian must look utterly haggard.
There was no need to see her face clearly, just listening to her tense, uneasy, deeply worried tone, suppressing anger, was enough to know.
"I've lost her… my wish, your so-called plan… what meaning does any of this still have?"
"Abandon dejection… abandon sorrow… abandon meaningless emotions…"
The Stellaron didn't care about Cocolia's emotions at all, but this completely enraged Cocolia.
Documents, quilts, books… all fell to the floor as the desk shook violently.
"Shut up!" Cocolia roared. "She is my daughter, she is my only... what do you know, soulless things? You will never understand… never!"
"You haven't lost her… she's waiting for you on the other side, waiting to reunite."
The Stellaron's voice was full of temptation. It didn't care in the slightest about Cocolia's anger and curses…
Cocolia fell silent within that voice. After a long time, she slowly spat out three words, "A new world…"
"Stand up, Guardian…" the Stellaron said. "Fulfill your destiny… fulfill a mother's wish."
Stelle jolted awake from the dream.
From the scenes shown in the dream, after Bronya went missing, Cocolia could no longer retain even the last shred of reason.
The grief of losing her daughter crushed the final, precarious line of defense. She no longer had the capital to resist the Stellaron.
A new world… her hope, was the Stellaron's expectation.
Everything was what the Stellaron anticipated, everything was what the Stellaron had implanted… it responded to the Supreme Guardian's Preservation wish like a twisted taboo.
The wish would be fulfilled, but what would the price be?
Last time, the Stellaron responded to the wish to resist the Antimatter Legion, and so the cold wave froze the entire Jarilo-VI, leaving only Belobog as a tiny spark of humanity.
And this time…?
"It's that voice again… this dream is way too creepy."
Stelle muttered to herself. She felt a bit of a headache, so she raised her hand and rubbed between her brows.
Because of this dream, Stelle was no longer sleepy, so she prepared to go out for a walk.
As soon as Stelle stepped outside, she saw Bronya standing guard seriously outside the Goethe Hotel.
Hearing footsteps, Bronya immediately turned her head, her face full of vigilance. "Who's there? Who's that!"
Only after saying that did she realize the person was Stelle.
Bronya let out a long breath and said, "…So it's you. Don't approach from behind next time. You should be glad I wasn't holding a weapon. Can't you sleep either?"
At a moment like this, would Stellaron Baby answer seriously?
Of course not. The Galactic Baseballer never missed a chance to fool around.
She put her hands on her hips, lifted her chin, and said proudly, "I can't sleep unless I work eight hours!"
Bronya tilted her head slightly upward, her mouth half open, her pupils instantly dilating, unable to make a sound for a long time.
The serious Silvermane Guards commander wasn't quite used to how to get along with a living disaster.
Only after more than ten seconds did Bronya speak again. "…Someone really needs to manage you. Just in time, there's no one else here… can I ask you some things?"
After that, Stelle and Bronya talked about some things, and Bronya also frankly told Stelle that it was hard for her to believe the Nameless Guests' claims.
For someone her age, who had lived in Belobog all her life, many of the terms and statements used by the Trailblazing Squad were difficult, or even impossible, for her to understand.
And while the two of them were chatting, there were also two people squatting on the rooftop.
Even though Bronya was carrying out the night watch with great caution, she still didn't notice the two people on the roof of the Goethe Grand Hotel.
She didn't notice how they got up there, and she didn't even notice that there were two people up there right now staring at her.
"I say, little ancestor, it's so late, why did you call me out here?" the man on the roof asked.
The child beside him spoke up, "Just watch. If I called you out, then there's definitely something I want you to see."
The man had no choice but to smack his lips and obediently watch, listening to the conversation between the two people below.
Until...
"Haha… Aha my ass. The Nameless Guests on the Express really are talented. They even got that little girl to become the Supreme Guardian, and even made her waver in an instant."
The man smiled, but found that the person beside him had no expression on his face. Clearly, what he was waiting for wasn't this.
After waiting a bit longer, Stelle and Bronya below turned and left.
Sampo looked at Nero helplessly. "So what did you want to see?"
"I wanted to see whether she was serious about keeping watch!" Nero said. Then he took a few items out of his backpack and tossed them to Sampo. "Here, help me set up the tripwire mines."
Sampo, "Huh?"