Caelus considered himself a man of principle. His principle was—having no principles.
Just like this seemingly magnificent Penacony. Although there were obviously many problems here, since he could stay in such a luxurious place for free and it didn't affect him, he could turn a blind eye to these things.
If he was told he couldn't stay for free, he would have to take a good, critical look at this evil capitalist planet.
"Don't be too sad. Actually, you can't really blame Penacony for this. Who told us that when the train confirmed the list with the Family, you and little Twilight hadn't boarded yet?" March 7th shrugged helplessly, pointing at Twilight sitting expressionlessly on a chair in the lobby, staring blankly at the shuttle ships flying around like bugs in the air.
"Don't worry, we're distinguished guests of the Family. Himeko and Uncle Yang are already negotiating with the hotel management. Once the person in charge arrives, they definitely won't let you two be locked out. Can't you learn from little Twilight? She's so young yet possesses the composure to face a collapsing mountain without changing expression!"
"Hmph, as expected of a place flowing with gold and sin. The evil privileged class has started their despicable personal connections again… But if we can stay tonight, then pretend I didn't say anything." Caelus crossed his arms and grumbled twice. "And frankly, I'm only as old as Twilight, I'm still a baby too!"
"Have some shame…"
March 7th was already familiar with the fact that Caelus's thick skin was no weaker than hers, perhaps even thicker, so she just silently rolled her eyes: "We can't enter the hotel now, but at least we can walk around the lobby. Instead of just sitting here, why don't we go buy a few bottles of SoulGlad to try?"
"Oh yeah, the original SoulGlad might taste better…" Caelus nodded thoughtfully. Maybe strolling around here could trigger some hidden quest?
Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned around and called out to Twilight sitting not far away: "Twilight, let's go explore nearby together!"
This call had become customary. After all, whether at the Herta Space Station or on Jarilo-VI, Twilight would be by his side during most of his activities. Even if he didn't call her, she would stick to him herself. To this day, he had almost completely gotten used to having her by his side.
However, Twilight, who usually ran over immediately upon hearing his call, seemed not to hear him this time, still staring blankly into the air, like a cat sitting there observing flying insects.
"Little Twilight seems to really like it here… Well, it's such a lively place, it's probably the first time she's seen it." March 7th nodded thoughtfully. No matter how strong she was, Twilight was still too young after all, lacking experience. It was normal for her to be engrossed by this novel scene she hadn't seen before. "Then let's leave her some time to observe humans here. It's rare for little Twilight to find her own interest~"
Caelus, who was originally preparing to walk towards Twilight, thought for a moment and felt that March 7th's words seemed to make some sense. Twilight, who was usually uninterested in most things, was actually staring at these small flying ships for so long… Maybe later he could ask Uncle Yang to help make some similar models for her.
Thinking of this, Caelus didn't disturb Twilight anymore, but turned around and walked towards the SoulGlad vending machine cheerfully.
So, was Twilight really interested in these flying ships?
Of course not! Flying ships couldn't farm favorability or explode energy. They were completely meaningless existences to her. She felt it was a waste to even pay a little attention to them!
In reality, she wasn't looking at anything, just simply facing a direction. The reason for doing so was quite simple, and that was—Pain!
Or rather, it would be very painful without pain control…
The current Twilight was already over three months old. In the scale of her life, she had already passed 1/4. If converted according to a normal human lifespan, she was already close to thirty years old.
Although the physical development of humans at this age reached its peak, related diseases would also begin to gradually appear during this stage—and Twilight was now in this situation.
The accumulated defects finally showed their true impact on her for the first time. The effects of various errors and conflicts originating from the most fundamental structural level extended to genes, cells, and even the entire body… Good news, it was just pain for now, temporarily without any effects that would truly negatively impact her combat effectiveness.
Bad news—it really freaking hurt!
Damn it, illness doesn't give advance notice, huh?!
At this moment, Twilight really wanted to curse inwardly. The pain came too suddenly and too intensely, so much so that she didn't have time to turn off the portion of pain perception she usually kept.
Normally, keeping less than five percent of pain perception was enough for her to calmly face most injuries. But the moment the illness struck just now, Twilight was still stunned for an instant. If it weren't for the steely will of an actor allowing her to forcibly maintain her composure without making a sound, she would have wanted to roll on the ground.
Unit 3 being riddled with bullets and dismembered, Unit 2 being eaten like sashimi by Chainsaw Man, Unit 1 being barbecued by the Judgment of Shamash—although the pain brought by these deaths was already high enough, Twilight was certain that even without the weakening effect of pain control, their sensations couldn't compare to the feeling of that instant just now…
As expected of a physical defect that even the Erudition Emanator Herta couldn't solve, the pain is so ridiculous! Looking at the pain sensation she had adjusted down to three decimal places, Twilight resolved that before her soul returned to the west, she would absolutely not turn this thing back up again. It was too hard to bear.
But would she resent the pain in her heart?
No!
Only the weak blame heaven and others. A true bad woman just wants to laugh out loud—isn't this suffering a huge red envelope sent from heaven?!
Such painful torment, if the Express crew found out about it later… Hehehe, Twilight couldn't even imagine how much energy that would be~ If she let someone in the Express crew experience it personally, hehehe…
But now was not the time, everything was too early. Crying to parents as soon as it hurt could quickly farm energy, but enduring the pain to death without saying anything so as not to worry everyone would ultimately earn more!
So she just sat here in a daze, acting out of character… It didn't matter if others didn't notice the deep meaning behind her actions. Sooner or later, they would know.
And with this, it seemed she already had some ideas about what plans to make in Penacony.