Chapter 207

{It's not a will—I just want to ask you, how exactly did she "become" a Sea Patrol Knight? }

The Black Swan voiced the question she most wanted to ask.

{Uh... }

The person on the other end of the line froze, seemingly surprised by the Black Swan's question.

{She wasn't a Path of the Hunt's Vessel—you are, aren't you? }

{Tell me, what exactly is Huang Quan's origin? }

The Black Swan pressed further.

{... Hahaha! Fine! }

{I didn't expect you to be on our side. With legs like his, looks like I've hit the jackpot. }

{I'll be in Penacony soon, Rememberer—go buy a bottle of Asderna White Oak, warm it up, and raise a toast to you. }

{The woman's past? }

{No one knows. }

{But if all you want is a simple answer, fine—better sit down with a cushion underneath, because that woman named Huang Quan... }

{—is a Messenger who "should not exist."}

March 7th: "Is this the scene where Miss Black Swan took that call?"

Stelle: "Wow, they're showing this scene now?"

Stelle: "I'd almost forgotten!"

Hu Tao: "The person on the other end of the line was Mr. Potio?"

Hu Tao: "That's so surprising!"

Furina: "Mr. Potio, you move so slowly—haven't you even arrived yet?"

Potio: "Hey, Young Lady, you probably don't know how hard it is to travel through the cosmos."

Potio: "This speed of mine is already the result of his every precious second!"

Miss Qingque: "By the way, Mr. Potio speaks rather bluntly!"

Miss Qingque: "He starts by telling Miss Huang Quan to go buy a coffin and wait."

Miss Qingque: "If you already know she's a Messenger, why dare speak like that?"

Potio: "Lose the fight, but never lose the spirit—whether you can win or not, his verbal morale must never yield!"

Potio: "Besides, even if you truly can't win, you still have to charge!"

Potio: "Otherwise, what's the point of walking the Path of the Sea Patrol?"

Potio: "Wouldn't it be safer to just go home and sleep?"

Potio: "This is about the dignity of the Sea Patrol Knights!!"

General Jing Yuan: "Good!"

General Jing Yuan: "Mr. Potio spoke perfectly—I can't help but applaud!"

Potio: "Huh. To earn the recognition of the Luofu Xianzhou General—truly an honor!"

Amber: "So... a Messenger who 'should not exist'..."

Amber: "What does that even mean?"

Paimon: "So is this Messenger supposed to exist, or not supposed to exist?"

Paimon: "If she shouldn't exist, then why does she exist at all?"

Lumine: "Paimon, your two sentences are so convoluted..."

Paimon: "Hmm... maybe I've heard too many riddles... I'm a bit dizzy..."

Venti: "By the way, hasn't anyone wondered what flavor Asderna White Oak actually is?"

Venti: "I'd really like to taste it."

Diona: "Pfft, you disgusting drunkard!"

The video continues.

The Black Swan's footage ends.

The scene shifts to Goldsand and the Doctor of Truth.

{... }

On the street, Goldsand clutches his head,

silent.

{You look terrible. }

{Or is this just another act of yours? }

The Doctor of Truth looked at Goldsand, his tone flat.

{I never expected you'd have the face to come see me. }

Goldsand stared at the Doctor of Truth,

seemingly unimpressed.

{Hah, I thought this was exactly what you wanted—after all, I did exactly as you said... }

{... faithfully fulfilled my duty. }

{If you can't hold on, remember to notify me first. }

The Doctor of Truth chuckled lightly.

{Is the genius of the Academy of the Mediocre planning to collect my corpse? }

{My, how honored I am. }

Aventurine spoke in a sardonic tone.

【The entire Strategic Investment Department must be eager to receive word of your death promptly.】

【Don't forget, you'll never see them again—this mission now falls to me.】

The Truth Doctor appeared to be retorting to Aventurine's sardonic tone,

but his words carried hidden meaning.

【Fine, then please go deliver the message right now.】

【Say that Aventurine has made all necessary preparations and will be ready to enter in seventeen system hours.】

Aventurine replied.

【Bragging nonsense.】

【How do you plan to complete your mission while imprisoned by the Concord?】

The Truth Doctor asked.

【My conversation with Sunday confirmed that there is a traitor in the family, and Pinoconny's secret lies in that person's hands…】

【Jieciji Society, I've placed all the cornerstones exactly where they belong.】

【And now I've successfully reclaimed the wedding gift—since stepping through the doors of the Daydream Hotel, nothing has gone this smoothly…】

【Watch closely—I'm only one step away from victory.】

As he spoke, Aventurine's expression grew relaxed.

【It sounds like you're just recounting your own misfortune, in the most stubborn way possible.】

The Truth Doctor felt Aventurine hadn't said enough.

【That's all I can say.】

【Forgot? You've already betrayed me, Professor.】

【Go to where you belong—I can't wait to see the company's fleet surround Pinoconny.】

【You got what you wanted, didn't you?】

Aventurine didn't wish to say more.

【Indeed, but so what?】

【Did you hide a beacon to call for low-orbit support inside that bag of wedding gifts?】

The Truth Doctor was still probing.

【Maybe?】

【Perhaps that's why I'm thinking of sending money even as death draws near.】

Aventurine gave an ambiguous reply.

【…You've gone completely mad, damn gambler.】