Chapter 222: Honkai: Star Rail — The Xianzhou General Wouldn't Dream of a Yandere Chapter 219: Why Do Birds Fly

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Pinocchio, inside Ge Feimu's study.

Sunday bowed slightly, and as he straightened, his eyes held a hint of urgency as he asked directly:

"Teacher, what exactly is your plan with Xuan Ge?"

He knew clearly in his heart that Ge Feimu's goal was to revive the Order Aeon.

But as for Xuan Ge's purpose, he had pondered it for so many years yet had never been able to fathom it, not a single clue to be found.

"Sit." Ge Feimu raised his hand, gesturing calmly for him to sit and speak.

Though Sunday had fire in his heart, filled with confusion and unwillingness.

Yet facing his own teacher, he still suppressed his emotions and sat down obediently.

"Sunday, he is your uncle." Ge Feimu looked at him, his words carrying a hint of reminder.

"Yes."

Sunday nodded helplessly, his tone full of perfunctoriness, then immediately pursued the question:

"Teacher, do you actually know my uncle's plan?"

"I am not clear." Ge Feimu did not conceal it in the slightest, speaking frankly.

He indeed did not know what Xuan Ge wanted to do, but one thing was certain.

Order would manifest on Xuan Ge — this was what Xuan Ge had obscurely informed him of, only he also did not understand how exactly Xuan Ge would achieve it.

Ge Feimu also harbored doubts in his heart — could it be that Xuan Ge could even, like an Aeon, devour a Path and claim the Path of Order for himself?

Hearing this familiar answer, Sunday did not lose heart; his eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke again: "Teacher, can you help me with my mother...."

"Cannot."

Ge Feimu did not wait for him to finish, immediately interrupting, his expression turning grave in an instant as he looked squarely at Sunday.

"Your mother is the princess of the Shen Wu Xian Zhou; whether by identity or status, she is not something you, I, or even the Harmony Family can decide."

Ge Feimu looked at Sunday's appearance — anxious to save his mother, a face of upright stubbornness — and softened his tone, reminding him once more:

"Xuan Huang promised your mother that he would not let you and Robin get hurt, and he will certainly do it."

Sunday fell silent, his fingertips curling slightly, his eyes full of desolation and unwillingness.

Everyone comforted him like this — that bastard Sha Jin did, Sha Jin's sister Yi Fei did, his own younger sister Robin did;

Even his mother, too, guaranteed in one breath that Xuan Ge would not hurt him and Robin.

But the more it was like this, the more he felt like a caged bird, imprisoned in a cage named "Divine Might," unable to move a muscle.

"Teacher, why do birds fly?"

Sunday was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth, his voice low, his eyes hiding a trace of bewilderment, and a trace of breaking-free intent not easily noticed.

Ge Feimu gave Sunday a deep look, as if seeing the power in his heart that wanted to break free of bonds and shatter the cage; a trace of relief flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly answered.

"Birds fly, not merely because they have wings."

"Wings are only material, are soil, are visible remnants."

"Birds fly, because in the genealogy of all things, the sky has a vacancy — that vacancy happens to be the shape of a bird. The Creator does not allow meaningless vacuums to exist."

"If the sky does not bear wings, the sky is incomplete, and it will collapse in loneliness."

Sunday quietly looked at Ge Feimu, his eyes flashing a trace of comprehension, mixed with a few parts helplessness.

This answer, sure enough, was very "Order"....

Ge Feimu stood up, lightly patted Sunday's shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of expectation, and said one last sentence:

"Sunday, if one day the sky has no birds, who shall fill that vacancy?"

"The silence at that time is the universe's deepest wound."

Finished speaking, Ge Feimu did not linger further, turned and walked out of the study, leaving Sunday alone, silently deep in thought in place.

Sunday sat on the chair, his mind involuntarily recalling his childhood, when he had also once asked Xuan Ge the same question.

At that time, he was still a bewildered child, tugging at Xuan Ge's hem, tilting up his small face to ask: "Uncle, why do birds fly?"

The Xuan Ge of that time answered with exceptional realism: "Why do birds fly? If they don't fly, they die."

"Why would they die?"

Little Robin at the side, hearing this, immediately wrinkled her small face, somewhat unhappy.

"Your Uncle me, ah, if I don't work hard, I won't be able to save your mother either."

Xuan Ge raised his head, gazing at the Shen Wu Xian Zhou's azure sky, his voice pressed very low, muttering softly, deliberately not letting the two little ones hear.

"If I didn't strive to fly, I would have died long ago in the Negligence Chaos."

Thoughts pulled back to reality, Sunday raised a hand to prop his forehead, his expression complex, muttering to himself: "Uncle, I can achieve unceasing flight."

At this moment, Sunday thoroughly tore open the fear of Xuan Ge's divine might in the bottom of his heart, leaving only determination in his eyes.

He violently stood up, facing the empty study, and shouted loudly: "Uncle! I am no longer your caged bird! I will show you!"

"Crack—"

The study door was suddenly pushed open; Sha Jin poked his head in, looking with a face full of bewilderment at Sunday with arms spread wide and an excited expression.

"Lao Ri, what are you shouting about? What uncle? What caged bird?"

Sunday: "..."

He instantly froze in place, his heart left with only embarrassment — the thing he feared most was precisely that when he got chuuni and overheated, his brother would catch him red-handed.

The gentlemanly etiquette he had maintained for so many years, keeping up an elegant and composed appearance, today, thoroughly shattered.

Sunday forcefully suppressed the heat on his cheeks, stiffly lowered his outstretched arms, and glared at the suddenly intruding Sha Jin with a somewhat unfriendly expression.

Sha Jin looked at his state, his shoulders trembling slightly, forcibly holding back the urge to laugh.

He absolutely could not laugh; once he laughed, he would definitely be hit with Sunday's Rainbow Curse, and then the only one suffering would be himself.

"You seem quite happy?"

Sunday took a deep breath, striving to maintain a calm tone, yet his gaze still carried a few parts of unfriendliness.

"Sorry, I just thought of something funny, don't mind it."

Sha Jin hurriedly waved his hand, crossed his legs, and sat on the chair to the side, left hand placed on his thigh, secretly pinched himself once, forcibly suppressing the laughter.

"Hmph~"

Sunday crossed his arms, also crossed his legs, gaze levelly regarding Sha Jin's flamboyant appearance, couldn't help but tease: "What business do you have with me? Little Peacock."

"Missed you, came to see you, Chicken Wing Boy." Sha Jin immediately laughed in retort, not the slightest intention of backing down.

"Hehe~ You just know how to bring up that thing."

Sunday swept a glance at the ornament on Sha Jin's chest, the corner of his mouth hooking a trace of mocking smile, "I'm not a man wearing exaggerated ornaments."

Sha Jin pointed at his own ear, laughing in counterattack: "Yes yes yes, you're the one who pierced earrings on his wings, you're the one who tried to take off using the wings on the back of his neck, you're....."

"Bang!"

Sunday violently slapped the table, sternly interrupting Sha Jin's teasing, his expression thoroughly sinking down.

He pointed at Sha Jin, simply going all out, his tone full of unwillingness: "You had your butt crack wiped by Xuan Ge with a bath towel! Mud Kid!"

The smile on Sha Jin's face instantly disappeared, his gaze also turning unfriendly, he violently stood up: "Walk?"

"Walk!"

Sunday also rolled up his sleeves, gaze firm, "What joke, I'd be afraid of you, a Stone Heart Ten Man?!"

"If you have the guts, don't use Rainbow Curse!"

Sha Jin also rolled up his sleeves, his tone full of unconvinced defiance, he hated Sunday's Rainbow Curse the most.

"If you have the guts, don't put on your Canghu Shield." Sunday immediately retorted.

Outside the study, Robin and Yi Sha were standing side by side, chirping away as they narrated the process of the Xing Tian Wu Yi, chatting very happily.

Suddenly, the study door was violently pushed open, Sunday and Sha Jin the two of them walked out in a huff, both their expressions not too good, not the slightest bit noticing the two of them to the side.

"Forget it, Older Brother at most gets beaten up once."

Robin subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop them, but on second thought, the two of them used to fight every day on the Shen Wu Xian Zhou, over time she also couldn't be bothered to care.

The worst case, nothing more than Sunday's suit getting dirty, a few feathers falling from his wings;

As for Sha Jin, he would just be put in Sunday's Tian Huan, used as a Tight-Fillet Spell to torture, that's all.

PS: The extra chapter from yesterday, the effect will be better if read at night~