"So, you turned into Nanook, and Nanook turned into you?"
"And swapped lives too," March 7th grumbled.
"By the way, where is Nanook?"
"After the explosion, Nanook suddenly stopped moving and waited until 12 o'clock at night before changing back into your appearance...?"
"Wait, did Nanook not get on the Astral Express?"
Aidan noticed this crucial point, scratched his head, and a single pink ahoge abruptly stood up on his head.
No!
Why didn't Nanook get on the Astral Express!
"What 'get on the Astral Express'?"
Dan Heng looked at Aidan, vaguely feeling that he had done something earth-shattering.
"I gave my ticket to Nanook. I invited Him to be a Trailblazer."
As soon as the words fell, the four of them gasped in shock.
"How can these words form a sentence?"
"What do you mean you gave your ticket to Nanook?!"
There was such a move?
"But he was just a confused kid yesterday. I saw he really wanted to get on the Astral Express, so I just gave him a ticket... Sister Himeko, can tickets be reissued?"
"...Reissued?"
Himeko's expression was hard to describe. She rubbed her temples, seemingly trying to process this overwhelmingly shocking fact.
"...Yes, they can be reissued."
But it wasn't about the ticket.
"You are too strong."
Dan Heng finally managed to say this. Aidan's power shocked Dan Heng.
Wild, shaking the universe.
Shocking Dan Heng for a hundred years.
In fact, it wasn't just Dan Heng who was shocked.
"Aidan, you're awesome."
"Thank you, you're awesome too," Aidan replied politely.
"According to unofficial histories, the reason Nanook became the Aeon of Destruction might be because the Trailblaze once visited Adlivun, which is Nanook's homeworld. However, Nanook, who was expecting Akivili to arrive, only received the news of Akivili's demise. One can imagine the despair."
Aidan raised a finger.
"Did you see Nanook's memory segment?" Welt asked.
"No, this is actually my speculation. It might not be true."
Aidan spread his hands. He still clearly remembered the oath he took a few days ago to become a Trailblazer.
One! Stop staying within the lines.
Two! We always align.
Three! Even if we don't gain the upper hand, we'll fight for right.
Four! Never care a rap for hindsight.
Five! Let us light the night.
Six! Even when there wheels within wheels, go ahead! Get it pulverized.
"Although I don't know when it will come, or if it will come at all," Himeko gazed gently at Aidan, "but just as you said, the Astral Express always welcomes those willing to Trailblaze. Even if that person is... the Aeon of Destruction, provided Nanook is not coming for our companion."
The atmosphere finally eased from the previous solemnity. After all, this was the Astral Express, where everyone always encountered all sorts of strange things.
"By the way, Aidan," Dan Heng suddenly spoke, his gaze falling on Aidan, "What is your Path today?"
This question drew everyone's attention back to Aidan.
"Remembrance," Aidan said.
That's right, Remembrance.
He had transformed into a Pure Child of Anāsrava today.
Although he didn't know if there were male Flawless Pure Children, Aidan had not turned into a girl.
"The Path of Remembrance?... You became a Memokeeper?"
"Uh, to some extent, I guess?"
Perhaps, but the Pure Child of Anāsrava is a stern superior existence that completely crushes the Memokeeper.
"Don't worry, I won't arbitrarily look at everyone's memories," Aidan promised.
"Hey, hey! That... that is! Aidan, can you help me look at my memories?"
March 7th wrung her hands.
"Look at yours?"
"Yes, yes!"
Aidan's expression looked a bit bitter. In reality, his current state was similar to March 7th's. However, inside March 7th's Pure Child of Anāsrava body was Evernight, and Evernight could single-handedly handle a newbie like him, whose skill level was terrible.
"I can, I can say that."
"Really?! Right now?"
"I need to prepare for a while first."
"Okay, then you prepare first. I'll go do a little bit of makeup or something."
"Makeup?"
"Of course, there needs to be a sense of ceremony!"
"What is she... dressing up as?"
Dan Heng pondered for a moment: "Based on my understanding of her, she'll probably put everything she thinks looks good onto herself."
"..."
Aidan imagined that scene and suddenly regretted agreeing so quickly.
"Never mind, I'll prepare first."
Everyone gave Aidan some personal space.
He hadn't fully mastered the power of the Path of Remembrance yet, as he had only switched to it today. Although a large amount of knowledge and techniques about 'Remembrance' had entered his mind, there was always a gap between theory and practice.
Moreover, entering someone else's memory, especially the very special memories of someone like March 7th, required extreme caution.
"Aidan! I'm ready!" March 7th's voice came from outside the door, slightly nervous but extremely expectant.
March was currently wearing the free formal skin obtained upon logging in.
"...Are you going to a masquerade ball?"
"What are you talking about! This shows respect!" March 7th pouted dissatisfiedly. "Looking for lost memories! This is a huge event in life! Of course, I have to dress up grandly!...Where should I sit? On the bed? Or on the chair? Do I need to lie down? Or... should we light a candle or something to set the mood?"
"...Just sit on the chair. No candles needed; I'm not performing some evil ritual either."
Aidan pointed to the chair opposite him.
March 7th obediently sat down, placing her hands on her knees, sitting up perfectly straight, her pink-blue eyes staring intently at Aidan.
"Then... shall we begin?"
"Take a deep breath and relax."
Countless memory fragments surged between them, like shattered mirrors and ice shards.
"Close your eyes."
March 7th obediently closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"No matter what you see, don't worry."
Because Aidan was the one who should be worried right now.
One minute later, Aidan was being dominated by a pink-haired, red-eyed older woman.
...
"Who allowed you to enter?"
"March 7th, Senior," Aidan answered honestly. "She wants to find her memories."
"She wants to find them, so you have to help her?"
Aidan decisively surrendered.
Evernight:...?
Why is this guy such a pushover?
Subconsciously, March 7th had a high favorability rating for Aidan, so Evernight wasn't too annoyed with him either.
"You know me?"
"I guessed, but you definitely won't harm March," Aidan said.
"...You certainly know how to talk."
Evernight finally withdrew her gaze, her tone carrying an indescribable feeling.