Chapter 213: Sunday: Is That a Yellow Hair?
The Aeon of Remembrance, Fuli, made his move. Memory fragments related to Penacony flew towards the planet, merging into the world’s wounds.
Thought is existence. Memory is the proof of existence.
The Aeon who presides over the Path of Remembrance records all that has been forgotten, preparing for the rebirth of the universe. Fuli naturally had memories of Penacony. As the boss of the Memokeepers, repairing Penacony was his area of expertise.
Akivili, who was currently throttling Aha, made eye contact with Fuli and gave a nod, an invitation in his eyes. The next second, Fuli appeared inside the train carriage. The three Aeons, all of whom knew each other, were in a standoff.
Fuli was the first to act, taking out a Light Cone.
6-Star Light Cone: [Remembrance: The Unknown Secrets of Elation and Trailblaze]
Aha: "Hahaha! Very nice, big ice cube! You really know your Elation!"
"What other interesting memories have you collected?"
"Let Aha have a look!"
The gossip between Aeons was truly delicious. Kenji and Ruan Mei both thought so.
The power that was restoring Penacony was the power of memory. It seemed that if this universe were to be destroyed in the future, the Aeon of Remembrance would probably use the memories he had collected to reboot it.
Outside the train, Himeko and the other Nameless stood there, looking at the train door with both anticipation and nervousness. The door of Himeko’s own Astral Express opened. Although Pom-Pom couldn’t get off, he could look out towards the other train.
The moment the door opened, Akivili spread his arms and made a high-profile announcement.
The pristine image of the Aeon of Trailblaze shattered on the floor in that instant. Especially for Himeko and the other Nameless, they felt their Aeon was a bit of a goofball. Although they knew the Aeon of Trailblaze was the most human-like, you were a little too human-like. No wonder Aha liked to hang out with you.
In a word: birds of a feather flock together.
While Akivili was showing off, a bucket flew through the air and landed squarely on his head, covering it completely.
Himeko and the others turned in unison. It was Pom-Pom’s doing. As expected of the Conductor. He usually disciplined Hoshi, but now, even in the face of the Aeon of Trailblaze, he dared to deliver an elbow strike.
Seeing this, Aha laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.
Another bucket flew out, and Aha was also covered by a bucket, drenched like a drowned rat.
This was the mop bucket Pom-Pom used. It had just been beside him, and it had been just right for use on Akivili and Aha. Those who didn’t know Pom-Pom were simply dumbfounded. A little rabbit had just double-killed two Aeons. Was this the fall of morality, or the distortion of humanity?
March 7th wanted to take a picture with her camera, but thinking about who her subjects were, she immediately chickened out.
She might have been a little scared, but the Aeon of Remembrance was not. He recorded it directly. Let’s go!
Aside from the Express crew and the weakened Sunday, everyone else had left. They were worried that if they saw too much, they would be silenced.
"Pom-Pom! Long time no see! Have you eaten?"
"I really miss those crispy, crunchy Paim-Paim Pies!"
Akivili instantly appeared next to Pom-Pom, trying to curry favor. He had no airs at all, completely lacking the demeanor of an Aeon.
"You still dare to mention that?!"
If Akivili hadn’t brought it up, it would have been fine. But now that he had, Pom-Pom’s large ears were about to stand on end.
"You two terrible Nameless! Give me back the train’s pot, pom!" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⁂fire.net
Pom-Pom, holding a broom, chased the two Aeons through the train carriages in a life-or-death pursuit.
Fuli was silent, merely recording. This memory was excellent. As expected of Akivili and Aha; they could always create some fun.
"Miss Robin, may I have your autograph?"
Kenji, having gotten ahold of one of Robin’s CDs from somewhere, said, I know you guys in front of the screen would definitely want Robin’s autograph. Tsk, tsk, tsk. It’s a pity I can’t give it to you. I’ll just accept it graciously.
Robin’s ear-wings twitched slightly. It was just an autograph. Besides, Kenji was someone who had come down from the Aeon of Trailblaze’s train. With so many Aeons on that train, perhaps this gentleman was also a god idly wandering the mortal world. The pristine image of the Aeons had been somewhat shattered by Aha and Akivili.
A cautious expression appeared on Sunday’s pale face. He had come down from the Astral Express. Although he wasn’t a blond, he was very handsome, which could be equated to a blond.
Beep— Anti-Yellow-Hair Radar is operating!!!
A car, a "yellow hair," a young person of the opposite sex... what an ominous connection.
"Mr... Sunday, are you looking at me for some reason?"
Kenji felt a blatant gaze land on his face. He turned his head to look. Jailbird Sunday was staring at him with the protective eyes of a mother hen.
What were you about to call me?
Big... Brother-in-law?!!
Sunday took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart. That’s what you were about to call me, right? Although he was a bit weak now, for his sister’s sake...
The Chorus, Dominicus! The lights of ten thousand homes (Robin) are behind me! I cannot lose!
Kenji was completely baffled. He had just asked for an autograph. Why did Sunday look like he was about to use his ultimate ability?
"Alright. Do you need me to write a message?" Robin asked, handing the CD to Kenji, completely oblivious to her onii-chan’s expression.
"No need. Robin, join my band!"
Kenji suddenly had an idea, to emulate Klee’s mother, Ms. Alice.
Robin blinked. How had the topic suddenly jumped to inviting her to join a band?
"Stay away from Robin."
Sunday stood in front of Robin, panting, his eyes glaring. This guy was trying to poach his sister right in front of him. If he tolerated this any longer, his sister would run off with this yellow hair. He could not accept that kind of future!
"Brother, what are you doing?" Robin was at a loss. Was this still her steady and mature brother?
"Robin, he’s not a good person. Don’t have too much contact with him."
Sunday turned to look at his sister and said in a soft, gentle voice.
Kenji shook his head. This sister complex was really something else. It was a good thing his opponent was the Trailblazer. If it had been someone else, who was unscrupulous, they could have used Robin to threaten Sunday. That would have been a real scene.
"Brother, you’re judging a book by its cover. Do you even know this gentleman?"
Robin frowned. Had her brother been influenced by the power of Order? He was being a little unreasonable.
Sunday clutched his chest, feeling as if he were about to have a heart attack. He was already weak, and now he felt dizzy, almost unable to catch his breath. He looked at his "rebellious" sister, who was actually arguing with him for a stranger.
Me, judging a book by its cover? He’s so handsome, and he’s approaching you with ill intentions. How can I not overthink this?
Jailbird Sunday clenched his fists. His hostility wasn’t strong, but it was incredibly pure.
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