Chapter 64 If Tomorrow Will Eventually Pass Away 2 March 7th in a Dream...

On March 7th, in her dream, she enthusiastically created a body for herself, insisting on following you and Danheng everywhere. You said you had nothing to do lately, so she clung to you relentlessly, clinging to your arm and refusing to let go.

"Oh, I just want to be with you guys!" she said. "I've had so much to say to you all for so long—"

"What did you say? That you missed me so much you made a trash can and even housed your consciousness inside it?" you teased her.

Before you could finish speaking, March 7th let out a strange "Waaah—" sound, her face turning rosy, and she buried her face in your arm, chattering away:

"Ugh! You're always laughing at me! Teacher Danheng, you be the judge!"

Danheng quickly distanced himself, saying, "Unlucky me, I don't have a penchant for rummaging through trash cans."

"You bad little green dragon, oh no, I mean you bad little earth dragon!" March 7th persisted.

Before March 7th, in Belleburg, she was the one who followed Danheng in lecturing you about not rummaging through the trash. Now she's joined you in this mess. She doesn't understand any lofty moral praise or golden trash; she just wonders if you feel embarrassed walking next to her and Danheng, covered in dirt and grime, under the stares of everyone after you've dug through the trash...

So on March 7th, I decided to become gray and gloomy with you.

Every time this happens, Danheng will coldly make you line up, then use his Cloud Chant technique to wash your hands and faces. You might say he's like an automatic faucet; he doesn't say anything, appears calm on the surface, but actually secretly splashes water on your face, making you mutter and call him childish.

Today you're planning to help move new textbooks to Stikosia's school.

The children didn't quite understand what "the truth of the world" meant, nor did they understand the weight it represented. So, Krystalla worked through the night with education experts to compile a set of simple and easy-to-understand teaching materials, intending to have teachers distribute them to the students for explanation.

“Everyone has the right to know the truth,” she said.

The three of you picked up your textbooks and walked towards the school while chatting. March 7th kept babbling and kept squeezing next to you, almost making you fall off the flower bed. You looked at her expressionlessly, and she chuckled and quieted down a bit.

"Is it heavy?" Danheng asked, looking down at you.

You shrugged. "It's alright."

Danheng didn't speak, but just flicked his tail, using the tip to pick up a bit of the books you and Sanyue were holding, and dragged them behind him.

You kept looking behind him.

I have a feeling... maybe his tail became a bit stronger after he inherited the power of [Earth]?

"Want to touch it?" he asked, looking down at you.

You quickly denied it, "No!"

"Really not?" He clearly didn't believe it.

“Okay…” you said, “Actually, there is a little difference… but I’m just curious about how the feel is different from the Azure Dragon era…!”

He agreed readily, without even listening to your stubborn explanation, "Okay. But dragon horns... not for now."

On March 7th, he showed that strange smile again.

...

The children were very enthusiastic. Seeing that the three of you were having some trouble carrying the textbooks, they spontaneously gathered around you, and the stronger ones volunteered to help.

The black-haired child said, "Big sister, is this guy named Lai Gu Shi a super bad guy?"

You nodded, very seriously, "Yes, um...you can think of him as the final villain boss in a game? Like the demon king you have to defeat in a hero's story?"

The children were chattering away.

"My parents suddenly became very strange after listening to Lord Caesar's speech yesterday...! What did Lord Caesar mean when he said that Onphalus is just a breeding ground for [destruction]?"

“I don’t know either. My uncle was originally a poet, gentle and kind. But since yesterday, he has locked himself in his room for a long time, not eating or drinking, crying and saying that he was just a string of data, and that all his emotions and love were fake. What’s going on? He’s right here, I’m standing right in front of him, how could we be fake?”

"Exactly, exactly. When my mom took me to school this morning, she hugged me and didn't say a word... She even cried, but she still told me not to worry about her and just to study hard. Adults are really strange."

You and March 7th exchanged a glance and fell silent.

Fortunately, children's questions come and go quickly; soon they're no longer bothered by it and are tugging at your clothes again, asking you:

"Big sister, if this 'Ragushi' is a super villain, then are you the hero destined to defeat him?"

You pursed your lips. "No."

The children around you immediately quieted down and turned to look at you curiously.

“Each of you is a hero. Heroism isn’t something that’s predetermined,” you said.

March 7th smiled and nodded. Danheng also relaxed his stiff body and let out a short, soft laugh.

The children became visibly excited.

"Great! I want to be a mage, and have powerful abilities like the Golden Blood Lords!"

"Then, then I'll be a soldier! Just like Dad!"

"I'll take care of everyone! I want to be a doctor!"

They dreamt of their future, completely unaware that they were just dreaming.

Several children ran over, took out their small handkerchiefs, and wiped the sweat from your cheeks.

"Big brother and big sister, thank you for delivering our books today!"

Their tiny hands brushed against your cheek, forcing you to lean forward so they could reach you, but no one complained.

“I believe you can defeat him,” you said softly.

The children wiping your sweat looked at each other and shook their heads.

"We can only go with our big sister!" they said. "How can our brave team set off without our big sister leading us?"

"That's right, that's right! We can't leave anyone behind!"

March 7th quietly crept up to you, her shoulder brushing against yours.

“That’s right, the children are right,” she said. “We can’t leave any of them behind.”

...

Once you've stacked the heavy books neatly, others will take over and carry them into the classroom in order.

You stood at the school gate, listening to the sound of students reading aloud for a while, and your feelings were quite complicated.

"These children... are so cute and well-behaved, no different from the children I've met on other planets, so why does fate not favor them?"

March 7th sighed.

However, as you turn to leave, you catch a glimpse of a familiar white and blue figure around the corner.

—It is Keludela.

She was whispering something to the principal when she met your gaze, raised an eyebrow, gave you a few more instructions, and then ended the conversation before walking over.

"[Time], [Earth]...and the Savior. Are you delivering new textbooks to schools?"

You nodded.

This young monarch, who looks quite young but whose reputation as a "tyrant" resounds throughout the planet, stands beside you, watching with you the children who are having class in the distance.

Do you think my approach was too arbitrary?

You turn your head in surprise, and although you ask a question, Krydella's face remains expressionless.

Do cruel tyrants ever doubt their own decisions?

"Okay, I don't need your answer."

She wasn't expecting an answer from you at all. Seeing your silence, she wasn't angry and continued talking to herself:

“Children are the future of a country, but they themselves… have no future. I cannot gamble on an outcome that I might lose.”

“Isn’t your [exploration] also a march toward the future? But Onphalus’s children may not even live to see the day they grow up.”

You can't help but ask, "Could Caesar also doubt himself?"

Crydella still did not turn back. She seemed invincible, but only then did you realize that she also worried about the future of her young subjects and was anxious about whether she could do the job well.

No one can win every battle.

“I am a demigod of [the law], but the law is not entirely cold-blooded. Some ministers disagree with me, believing that since children cannot comprehend the cruelty of the truth, they should be allowed to sleep peacefully in their dreams, and whether they can wake up or not... that is not important.”

Dealing with a character like Lygus, who is completely outside the Onpharos system, is unlike any of Crydella's previous battles.

She already had a plan in mind for how to deploy troops, how to lay out defenses, and how to cooperate with external support. But she couldn't help feeling anxious.

"I told those ministers who opposed me that as Caesar's subjects, whether they are young or young, educated or not, whether they are from the weak or the privileged, they have the right to the truth. My subjects are warriors and should not be defeated by honeyed dreams. Even if reality is a mess, I am still the king of reality."

She said, "As for how posterity will judge, that's [Caesar's] business. They will only blame Caesar, while my subjects will not have to bear the infamy."

You looked at her body; the golden light there had dimmed somewhat compared to yesterday, indicating that maintaining the dream state was also very taxing on her.

“No one can win every battle,” you said, “but you are Caesar.”

Krydella was taken aback, seemingly not expecting you to say that.

Caesar should be confident, decisive, and efficient.

No one can win all the time—but Caesar was always victorious.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Kerudela chuckled.

“You’re right, Savior.”

She said, "I am Caesar."

...

The dream ended on the third day.

—As I wrote—

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