"There’s nothing that can’t be said."

The "Granny" Little Bach, a half-body man whose age is only three years younger than Old Flywheel, turned her head to look at The Creation of the Star Realm hanging above the distant sky. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She gently flicked the mechanical parrot on her shoulder that was squawking, and said calmly in a soft voice:

"Minkus has always felt guilty about what happened to you. He believes it was his sudden involvement in our relationship that changed your disposition. After you fled Charldo Harbor, he began distancing himself from me. As for me, I’m not someone who clings shamelessly."

Because of me, the very close brothers that you were turned against each other. On top of that, with the Steam Lords trying to monopolize the knowledge left by my father, staying in Charldo Harbor became quite uninteresting for me. So, I left my hometown, and after traveling across the Continent, I received an invitation from the Circle Tower and settled there.

I thought I would spend my life in a way that goes against the traditions of the half-body men, but in the latter part of my life, I encountered the mischief brought by the Dusk.

After my dear friend Lena was killed by them, I realized that something was wrong in the Circle Tower. Lord Sin secretly contacted me, and we formed a secret society to protect the Headmaster’s secrets. Until recently, when Lord Paryen and the Greeny Army Corps attacked White Cliff, giving us an opportunity.

Many people have been fooled by the Dusk, Senior Flywheel.

After this event, I decided to dedicate the rest of my life to things more important than personal grievances and conflicts. Participating in the god-slaying battle was just the first step. After that, I will also fight against the Dusk to the end.

But it’s not because of some high moral standards. It’s just that I have some personal reasons I can’t speak of right now.

Can I ask you for a favor, Senior?"

"Ah, go ahead, if it’s something I can do, I’ll certainly do it."

Upon hearing the truth about why his former junior sister and junior brother couldn’t be together, Old Flywheel felt no delight, only bitterness.

All those past events started because of him, and he knows this very well. Just as Minkus feels guilty towards him, he has not dared to return to Charldo Harbor for years, fearing the sight of his junior brother. Living to his age, he has come to terms with many past events.

Although on the surface he still curses Minkus for being shameless, in reality, he only wishes for his junior brother and sister to live well.

"I hope you can take a trip to Charldo Harbor."

Little Bach said earnestly:

"The situation over there is really bad. We all know that the city cannot withstand the wolf-like and tiger-like Wolf People. My intention in going to slay the Evil God was also to give our kin a fighting chance, but you and I both know Minkus’s stubbornness.

He’s been the headmaster at Shaldo University of Craftsman for so many years and has long regarded the students there as his own children.

He won’t abandon his college to escape on his own.

I’m not asking you to persuade him to flee. Minkus is a pure researcher obsessed with engineering; he is far less adaptable to external changes than you and I are. I hope that in this most critical moment, you can return to his side, just like when you two used to solve those difficult problems together.

With your help, there’s a better chance for Minkus and your father’s hard work to survive this disaster."

"I would love to, Amiya, but I really can’t leave right now."

Old Flywheel said with a complicated expression:

"I’m following up on a project, one where even a slight mistake could likely cause the entire Dark Mountain Range to explode in an instant. I think a Psychic as talented as you can already guess what I’m referring to."

"Is it related to Subspace?"

Little Bach’s face changed slightly as she asked, and Old Flywheel nodded.

As someone who has just gone through the Dusk chaos, she knows all too well the destructive power of Subspace Power in causing trouble. Hearing Old Flywheel’s dilemma, she immediately nodded and said:

"Then continue with your work. I’ll find another way for Minkus."

"There’s no need for that. Old Flywheel’s project will be completed at the latest in twenty-five days, after which he can head straight to Charldo Harbor. The siege by the Wolf People there won’t end anytime soon, and our Duke Wolfsbane of the Midnight loved ones has already personally led an army there to provide assistance."

A gentle voice rang out in the quiet night, causing Old Flywheel to turn his head nervously, seeing a pair of enormous blood wings fold in the shadows, and Murphy, dressed in a Swordsman’s Robe, standing before the two with his hands clasped behind his back.

He came as planned.

"Lord Flywheel, don’t you need to study those complex theories and practical skills with Ms. Monica today? Leaving Little Sheron there alone, I think she really might not be able to keep up with the shockingly fast pace of the lessons, right?"

Murphy asked expressionlessly, and Old Flywheel said somewhat guiltily:

"The lady gave us a half-day break today. She wanted to take some time for self-care and to plan the upcoming transformation process. I’m not skipping class, Murphy. I was only worried that the meeting between Little Bach and you might not be pleasant."

"I always treat women with great courtesy. Even if I disagree with some of Lady Little Bach’s opinions, I wouldn’t show it upfront, nor would I rudely argue with her. You can absolutely rest assured about this."

Murphy waved his hand and said: