The conflict with the Silvermane Guards came to a temporary halt. At Cocolia's enthusiastic invitation, the Trailblazer team followed Bronya into Belobog's main city district.
Under the guidance of the dignified Silvermane Guard commander, the group began touring the central district. Meanwhile, Cocolia took Gepard and returned to the mansion first, claiming she needed to prepare a banquet to properly welcome Yun Fan and the others.
"This is the heart of Belobog. Look, that monument over there is called the Eternal Winter..." Leading the way, Bronya fulfilled her role as a tour guide perfectly. Standing before a massive monument, she vividly recounted Belobog's history and the origins of this memorial plaque.
"Yun Fan, isn't it a bit risky for us to impersonate the Interastral Peace Corporation like this...?" March 7th was somewhat worried. After all, whether in terms of influence, background, or financial power, the Interastral Peace Corporation was a true behemoth.
"Ah, trust me, it's no big deal. Just the Interastral Peace Corporation—if they really dare to cause trouble, I'll just ask that person to step in."
"That person?" March 7th blinked in confusion.
That person? Who could that be? Someone Yun Fan would refer to as "that person," someone who could stand unafraid against the Interastral Peace Corporation... Wait! Yun Fan is an Emanator of Causality, right? So the "person" he's talking about... Could it be the Aeon of Causality?!
Noticing March 7th's expression, Yun Fan smiled faintly, then struck a lofty, untouchable pose.
"It seems you've figured it out, so I won't elaborate further. Yes, it's exactly who you're thinking of."
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"Mm~ Hmm hmm~ Mm~"
In a luxurious, futuristic residence, a silver-red-haired girl hummed softly. Her song mixed with the sound of the shower, drifting through the air.
Outside the bathroom, on a traditionally elegant yet dazzling hardwood bed, a tiny warp trotter yawned cutely, looking drowsy and ready to sleep.
Click—
Soon, the sound of running water in the bathroom gradually stopped, followed by the click of the door opening. The freshly showered girl, wrapped in a white towel, walked toward the bed.
"Here, Numby!" The girl called out softly to the sleepy warp trotter. In the next moment, the little creature leaped into her arms.
"Ahaha~ Mm~!" The girl hugged the small warp trotter and gave it a good rub, then nuzzled her fair cheek against its body. The little trotter, as if accustomed to this, didn't struggle at all. Instead, it wore a human-like expression of resigned despair.
"Whew~" After indulging in cuddling the little trotter named Numby for a while, the girl reluctantly let go. She then lightly flicked her foot, kicking the slightly slipped towel aside. It wasn't needed anymore since she was about to sleep anyway.
"Huh? Where's my badge?" Sitting on the edge of the bed, the girl stretched lazily, intending to check tomorrow's work schedule before bed. But as she searched for her mobile terminal, she suddenly realized that the badge she always wore on her chest—the one marking her as a high-ranking employee of the Interastral Peace Corporation—was missing.
"Numby, did you take it?" The puzzled girl asked the little trotter by her pillow, but it merely tilted its head in confusion.
"How strange..." the girl muttered. "Could someone have sneaked into my room?"
At this thought, her gaze sharpened instantly. Her vigilance was now at its peak.
After all, the planet beneath her feet was the headquarters of the Interastral Peace Corporation. Its security measures were among the best in the galaxy—no, the entire universe. If someone could infiltrate undetected, just how powerful were they?
Her alertness remained high, and she maintained a defensive stance for a full ten minutes. During this time, she even tried baiting the intruder with words. But since there was no third party in the room besides her and Numby, what use were such tactics?
After a while, the girl finally relaxed slightly. Then, with a few light flicks of her fingers in the air, an interstellar map slowly materialized before her.
"Good thing I installed a tracker on the badge. But... why would someone steal it?" Staring at the blinking red dot on the map, the girl was filled with bewilderment.
"Let me see... This location... This planet is... Jarilo-VI?" Her fair fingers tapped the air a few more times, and soon, information about Jarilo-VI appeared before her.
"Jarilo-VI, owes the Corporation 500 trillion credits. Seven hundred years ago, due to the Stellaron's influence, the Corporation withdrew from the planet... Hm? A planet corrupted by a Stellaron for centuries?" After reviewing the data, the girl's pale blue eyes flickered. This ice-bound planet reminded her so much of her homeland.
"Heh, in that case, I'll go inspect this planet myself. My things aren't so easily taken!"
Meanwhile, on Jarilo-VI...
"This is one of Belobog's most famous historical relics. It's said that the third Supreme Guardian... Hey! Miss Stelle, what are you doing?!" Bronya stared in shock at the scene before her.
The gray-haired girl, who had remained silent the entire time, now seemed possessed as she kicked over a roadside trash can and began rummaging through it with great enthusiasm.
"Huh? I-I'm treasure hunting!" Stelle tilted her head cutely before continuing to dig through the garbage.
"Th-This..." Bronya was at a loss for words. The people from the Interastral Peace Corporation really had some... unique personalities. Treasure hunting? What kind of treasure could possibly be found in a pile of trash?