Chapter 327: A Past Full of Doubts
Before Stelle could come back to her senses, the scene before her eyes suddenly changed to Ether Star.
She would never mistake the homeland of the Sky Haven Clan.
In the next second, she witnessed an incredibly shocking scene—
Leon was floating above the palm of the white-winged Aeon, bathed in light.
His face carried confusion, sadness, helplessness, and even despair.
The light grew increasingly dim. The white-winged Aeon's body began to turn transparent, and finally dissipated into specks of starlight without a trace.
The light enveloping Leon also scattered and overflowed at this moment, leaving him alone.
The dizzy feeling struck again.
"Little brat?!"
"Lady Stelle?"
Familiar voices entered her ears one after another.
"Could it be that she was hit by Aha's evil arts?"
"Rational analysis: probability extremely low."
"Standing here dazed for half a day without moving, tsk… The Simulated Universe is clearly fine…"
Stelle tightly closed her eyes and shook her head hard. When she opened her eyes again, she found the virtual bodies of Herta and Screwllum right in front of her.
"Didn't you two see what just happened?"
She asked.
"What happened?" Herta was puzzled.
Stelle was stunned. After thinking for a moment, she simply recounted the scenes she had seen earlier, only temporarily concealing the parts related to Leon.
She wanted to see the reactions of the two geniuses and whether they truly knew nothing.
The result was unexpected, yet not entirely surprising.
Herta and Screwllum really knew nothing. They both stated they had never heard of Aeons manifesting in the world like that.
"What do the Simulated Universe records say?"
"There is no content you described. Only records of you standing here foolishly ever since you started this simulation."
"Huh?"
"What do you mean 'huh'? Look at the palm of your own hand. You haven't even used the dice yet."
Stelle subconsciously opened her hand and found that the number of dice rolls available was still 3.
"..."
In other words, the past scenes she had just seen were perhaps not generated by the Simulated Universe.
Instead, due to some unknown reason, they had secretly replayed in her personal memories or the depths of her subconscious?
She recalled something Herta had said not long ago, and a chill ran down her spine.
—'The four words Heavenly Feather Sacred Envoy are as if they were erased from history by the Fictitious Historian.'
From the looks of it now, the Fictitious Historian might not have such ability.
Something involving the successive falls of two Aeons could not be concealed by mortals.
She suddenly felt some regret for telling Herta and Screwllum about this. Who knew if it would trigger causality unfavorable to Leon!
Why was she the only one who knew…
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit Stelle!
That's right… she had walked into Leon's deepest and most distant past!
Assuming Herta wasn't lying, the operating logic of the Simulated Universe was based on anchoring specific time periods and using Pathstriders as guides to find imprints left by Paths in the past.
This meant the scenes earlier were not sourced from the Trailblaze path.
But rather: sourced from Leon himself.
Although she still didn't know the names or Paths of those two Aeons.
At least she could confirm that Leon had not lied to her and March 7th back then.
He truly was an Emanator of an Aeon in the past.
When floating above the white-winged Aeon's palm, Leon's body clearly emitted Emanator-level Imaginary fluctuations, on a scale far stronger than the Phantylia she had faced before.
Perhaps it was because the Aeon had perished that he lost the corresponding power.
But another question arose—
Himeko had once said that once a Path is opened, it cannot be closed.
Even if the Aeon presiding over the Path falls, the Path remains open.
This is also why the Express can still traverse the stars even after Akivili's fall.
Harboring doubts, Stelle looked toward the two geniuses before her.
"I have a question. If an Aeon dies, will the Emanators under THEM experience power regression, such as weakened control over Path powers and such?"
"Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Curiosity got the better of me."
"…You jumpy little brat, you still haven't answered why you were standing there in a daze."
"Because I've been thinking about this question the whole time." Stelle said sincerely.
"???"
Herta's mouth twitched.
You stinky little brat, do you think I'm an idiot?
Screwllum remained calm and answered politely.
"Unfortunately, Lady Stelle, we do not know the answer to this question either."
"No actual cases?"
"You could say that. We have never seen Emanators of already-fallen Aeons. The few recorded ones are from the death of the former Lord of Extinction, Zulo."
"However, the Destruction Aeon Nanook has not fallen, so the conditions do not match."
Stelle fell into deep thought: "Then—what about Paths without Aeons? Do Emanators still exist?"
Screwllum: "As far as I know, for Paths such as Order and Beauty, even if factions and inheritances still exist, I have never heard of Emanators among them."
"Lady Herta, as an Emanator of Nous, might you have heard otherwise?"
Screwllum looked toward Herta.
Herta curled her lips and spread her little bear hands.
"What are you looking at me for? Nous hasn't died yet, so no."
"Oi little brat, the two fallen Aeons you mentioned earlier—you weren't just messing with us, right?"
"No."
Stelle really wanted to take back the words she had spoken, but unfortunately, she couldn't.
Screwllum: "Question: Can Lady Stelle provide the manifested forms of those two Aeons?"
"I can, but I can't draw."
"No problem. I have a Curio here that can imprint the images thought of in the minds of intelligent beings."
"Hermit Purple?"
"What is the Hermit Purple?"
"Nothing… I suddenly thought of part of the setting from a certain work."
The Simulated Universe was paused. Stelle took the Curio handed over by Screwllum.
A moment later, the general appearances of the two Aeons were presented before Herta and Screwllum.
"Conclusion: They do indeed resemble Aeons, yet they are quite unfamiliar."
"No way, Mr. Screwllum. You can determine they resemble Aeons just from two images?" Stelle couldn't understand why he was so certain.
Herta snorted lightly: "Geniuses have their own ways…"
As she spoke, her eyes gradually lit up.
"Although I don't know the reason, since new unknown Aeons have appeared, it's worth adding them to the Simulated Universe."
Screwllum: "Speculative conclusion: The probability that this is false history constructed by the Fictitious Historian is no less than 52.45%."
Herta: "Whether it's fabricated history or not, we'll only know after testing. So, little brat, why aren't you continuing yet?"
She was extremely eager to know whether the two Aeons Stelle mentioned truly existed in history.
But when Stelle continued testing, the simulated events left her brain lagging and her mouth twitching.
Good news: There were scenes related to the black and white winged Aeons.
Bad news: They were completely devoured by the offspring of Tayzzyronth.
Pure fabrication at a glance.
The kind where there wasn't even any attempt to act it out.
To be honest, the actual possibility of such an abstract event was absolutely zero. But the more it was like this, the more it meant the Enigmata faction was hiding something.
To declare to the galaxy that unknown Aeons once existed in the past, decisive evidence was needed.
Just these tiny scenes from the Simulated Universe would definitely make people laugh their teeth off if spoken out loud.
Herta felt regretful, yet there was nothing she could do.
However, her attention was soon diverted.
The simulation of the Swarm Disaster had reached an important node—the War of the Gods.