The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"No way...are you hopeless..."

The corners of Aleph's mouth twitched. He turned his head and wanted Ivar to judge:

"Hey, Ivar, you..."

However, when his eyes fell on Ivar's face, it was as if he had seen a ghost.

——The taciturn Ivar was staring blankly at the place where Halilali disappeared, his light green eyes were dazed, as if covered with a layer of mist.

Noticing Aleph's gaze, he lowered his head and shook it gently:

"I'm thinking about something, don't bother me."

"Damn... you are such a loser..."

Aleph wanted to make fun of Ivar, but suddenly he recalled Halilali's beautiful face like an angel, and suddenly he was speechless.

So, the three of them just stood there in silence at the entrance of the conference hall. Soon, countless Qilang people swarmed out and drowned them in the crowd.

......

In the dark room, Hermes held his head with his eyes wide open.

The smell of cigars filled the room, lingering around him like a cloud. His silver eyes were bloodshot, as if he was regretting something.

After a long while, he stood up and pressed the remote control on the terminal. A blue illusory head appeared in the air, staring at him with a dignified look:

"son."

It was Laplace von Valantia, head of the [Academy] and the father of Hermes.

"You don't look well."

"Father," Hermes said hoarsely, "she agreed."

"Oh, that's great news, isn't it?"

Laplace's tone became much more excited. If there was a clear screen at this time, Hermes guessed that there should be a gleam in his father's eyes.

But he couldn't get excited, instead he sighed:

"But it was Edward who acted with her," Hermes said, "I would have wished it was me..."

"Do not seek superficial glory, son," Laplace said. "You have a greater duty."

"I need to act," Hermes said painfully, "I want to get it for you personally...personally..."

"We have discussed this issue many times, Hermes. Your talent belongs to the Academy, and Edward's talent belongs to the battlefield. This is the vocation you were born into."

Hearing the irresistible meaning in his father's tone, Hermes slowly lowered his head with a dull expression:

"Anything else, father?"

"Always be prepared," Laplace said, "You are my eldest son, and you should be the one in control of the overall situation and the successor of the Academy. Don't let those things from your blood take over your mind. That is not you."

"Okay," Hermes said hollowly.

"That's it. When we see the image of the starry sky, when we see what is above this world, everything will be answered... cough... cough cough..."

Laplace was talking obsessively when he suddenly started coughing:

“Cough cough...cough cough cough...”

"Father? Are you okay?"

"...Ahem...It's okay, take care of yourself, I still have things to do."

Laplace's voice suddenly stopped, his holographic head disappeared, and the whole room returned to its usual darkness.

In the darkness, Hermes sat back on the sofa in a daze, raised his head and looked at the ceiling:

"But...what I want is..."

Hermes clenched his fists tightly. Countless times, when he was commanding the battle behind the scenes, his blood was constantly burning.

Watching those war machines tearing through the smoke and dust, Hermes always felt a desire -

——He wanted to drive those war machines himself, wanted to go to the front line himself and become a part of the battlefield.

Every time he told his father about this desire, he always got the same answer:

“This is not your calling.”

Then who decides my vocation?

Hermes looked at him blankly, his silver eyes somewhat empty.

Suddenly, he heard a whisper coming from afar:

"...I can..."

Hermes turned his head sharply, looked in a certain direction in the darkness, and listened carefully.

After a long while, he collapsed back on the sofa and said blankly:

"I need to rest..."

......

Interlude) Star Covenant (Part 5)

"Om-"

The rift opened, and Hallilali jumped out of it lightly and landed on the ground.

The towering spire of Hafrigard appeared before her. Its tall spire reached into the clouds, and red arcs of electricity were constantly generated in the fiery clouds.

In front of the spire, a small town was being built rapidly—more than a dozen Hafgard were constantly painting in the air with blue light, with thin threads like exoskeletons attached to their fingers, providing energy for their painting process.

That is the Creator Engine, a powerful engine that uses factor energy to construct and can transform factor energy into entities.

The Hafgard Spire was built at high speed in this way. The spire provides a defensive position for the entire temporary settlement, making it impossible for the Black Tide ecosystem to invade.

"......"

Seeing the houses being built at a high speed, Hallilali did not feel any joy. She walked through the street with an indifferent expression and came to the front of the spire.

There, Hassanka Hafurgaard was talking with a group of Hafurgaard scholars in white coats. Although he looked old, he still exuded a majestic aura and was very conspicuous even when standing in the crowd.

"We have cleared it out. Let's deploy the engines on a large scale," Hassanka noticed the arrival of Harilali and gave the scholar his final instructions. "Remember to apply for an escort before leaving the safe zone. Don't take it lightly."

The Hafgard scholars agreed and left. Halilali then walked up to Hassanka and quickly reported the entire process of the meeting.

Ultimately, she concluded:

“Their requests are within the scope and can be achieved.”

“That’s good,” Hassanka nodded. “The situation is more difficult than I thought.”

"Has a high-level body appeared yet?"

“Yes, and it’s widespread,” Hassanka said. “Even if Coles dies, the ecosystem won’t disappear.”

"We cannot completely reverse this situation..."

Hallilali lowered her head and murmured in a low voice:

"But...I am very disappointed in them..."

Her tone was low, but more of it was confusion - confusion about the actions of the Son of Dust Star.

They are obviously grasshoppers on the same rope, but they are still keen on fighting among themselves.

This puzzled Hallilali and even made her feel a little ridiculous.

"..."

Hassanka quietly watched the young [Star Flame] fall into deep thought. There was not a single superfluous thing in his wise blood-red eyes. This was the indifference he had honed during his long time of arbitrating in the star space.

Hassankar understood humans, and he also understood Harilalli's confusion.

After all, most civilizations had basically fallen apart when faced with the disaster of the ancient gods, and there would not be much complete social structure left, let alone room for intrigue.

As for why the civilization on [Dust Star] still survives? It is because this place is the edge of the cosmic box garden, a desolate place, a corner far away from the war of ancient gods.

But even so, they will meet their end within a hundred years.

Seeing Harilali's puzzled look, Hassanka said calmly:

"Survival is the first need of civilization. Above that, everything is reasonable."

"But they can't even guarantee their survival," Hali Lali puffed out her cheeks, "a bunch of idiots... the black tide will swallow them all sooner or later, but now they are still fighting among themselves..."

Seeing Halilali's unconvinced look like a little girl, Hassanka smiled gently, stretched out an old hand, and rubbed her head:

"Child, you will understand later."

"I'm not a kid anymore..." Hallilali muttered softly, "I have experience too!"

"I don't deny it," Hassanka smiled kindly, "You have experience, ability, and a sincere heart..."

"...But you are not numb yet...This is the rock that blocks your path..."

After saying this, Hassanka withdrew his hand, flicked his sleeves, and let Halilali chew on her own.

At the same time, he poked his head behind Hallilali and said:

"Where's the little animal? Still hiding? Come out and let grandpa hug you."

Hassanka stared at Halilali's back, restraining his aura and making himself appear as kind as possible.

Then, a little head popped out from behind Harilali and looked at Hassanka reservedly.

"...Well..."

Perlis gently grasped the hem of Halilali's skirt and carefully confirmed Hassanka's gaze. After a while, she quickly ran out from behind Halilali and threw herself into Hassanka's arms.

"Gu..."

"Oh... you're such a good kid, you came out so soon."

Hassanka picked up Perlis with a smile, gently stroked the little girl's white fur, and asked Harilali:

"Has she never shown her head?"

"Hmm? You mean when she was traveling with me?" Harilali came back to her senses from her contemplation. "Only a few times. Few people saw her, at least no one pointed out her existence."

"This is the status of Pure White Flame... Even I can't see her when she doesn't want to, let alone those mortals?"

Hassanka gently stroked the harmless little creature in his arms. He raised his head and looked towards the sky, in the direction of the White Flame constellation:

"If it is the power of the White Flame, it may be able to break the [Grave]."

"That's something she needs to decide for herself."

Halilali walked to Hassanka's side, stretched out a finger and gently stroked Polys' chin, and Polys obediently raised her head, squinted her eyes, and made a "humming" sound.

"Her experience takes time to build."

"A person is the sum of his experiences," Hassankar said. "By the way, what kind of person is the human being you are working with?"

"He's a very cold man," Harilalee recalled those silver eyes, "but...he's a little different."

In Edward von Valantia, Hallilali sensed some temperament that was different from that of the Son of the Dust Star.

He is decisive in killing and can sacrifice himself for his goals without hesitation, and he possesses a kind of courage that can create the world.

He can even use deceptive strategies without any emotion... He is a person who can become a leader.

"Maybe I can change him."

“It’s not enough to change one person,” Hassankar reminded.

"But he may be able to change others," said Hallilali. "Civilization is a miracle."

Two pairs of blood-red eyes stared at each other, and something spanning the stars intersected between them. Both sides obviously understood each other's meaning at once.

“Do what you think is right,” Hassanka whispered, “If this civilization can escape the [grave], Coles’s spirit will rest in peace.”

After finishing speaking, Hassanka walked past Harilali and patted her shoulder gently:

"As for the rest, I will take care of it, just go ahead and do it."

The figure of [Sword Burial Man] walked out of the town. Halilali turned her head and saw that the old shadow drew out a black knife, cut a crack in the space, and then disappeared from her sight.

She raised her head, looked at the starry sky, and murmured softly: