The silence lasted for a while, until the anomalies in the room subsided, and the Ancestor collected their emotions and continued the story.
"However, although that city has turned into countless vortices of ownerless thoughts over the long years, those things that inherently belong to the Moon People are not entirely out of control.
"And when I was in the Moon City, the sighs, laughter, and those almost inaudible whispers I occasionally heard were essentially echoes caused by these fragnts of thought, sothing the Moon People accustod to them should be imperceptible to.
"But their emotions towards us—from the Earth—aren’t resistant at all.
"Therefore, when the crew’s intense longing for ho is devoured by the city, and coincidentally a nearby Moon Person cos in contact with the residues exuded by this longing..."
The Ancestor closed their eyes.
"—She just went crazy."
[Miss Moon]
1. There was a conflict
2. Committed suicide ♛
3. Ran away
4. Killed the crew mbers who didn’t want to return
5. Shouted that we all belong to the Earth
6. Was imprisoned
7. Sought treatnt from the sacrifice
8. Murdered other Moon People
9. Charged out of the moon
10. Critical Success/Extre Failure
D10=d10(2)=2
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"Why can’t I board the ship? Can’t I go back with everyone?"
"I" instinctively refused the absurd and ridiculous request from Miss Moon.
Damn it—you’re crazy—I wanted to continue cursing this ridiculous situation, but looking into those eyes that seed about to extinguish at any mont, I forced myself to calm down, barely holding back the vulgar words at the tip of my tongue.
I took a deep breath, striving to stay composed, and softly replied:
"It’s not that you can’t co to the Earth with us... Actually, if any Moon People are willing to set off with us, I’d welco it warmly.
"I’m sure the King would be happy to host you. You know, I’ve helped establish diplomatic relations between the Kingdom and the Siren, adding the Moon wouldn’t be too hard."
"Really?" The light in Miss Moon’s eyes reignited.
Expediency, expediency...
Having vaguely realized the horrifying truth of Moon City, all I wanted was to dismiss the situation as quickly as possible.
As for whether bringing this Moon Person to Earth would aid in her psychological recovery?
I really couldn’t spare any attention to that.
"Of course. But, it’s more like a visit, not a return." I forced out an awkward smile, "After all, you were born here, and Earth isn’t your holand."
"Why, when I have no attachnt to this city and such deep longing for that land, why isn’t it my holand?" Miss Moon looked at in confusion.
Completely insane... Listening to that rational yet fragnted speech, I clicked my tongue secretly.
"Even my hair color is a mottled similarity to yours, different from those white people out there."
Has it beco so severe it’s turned symptomatic...
But facing those nearly pure white pupils, I subconsciously retorted:
"But your eyes, your pupil color, are different from all of us. You know, the chaotic Magic Elent environnt on Earth could never birth soone like you, with almost transparent white pupils."
Although there are so Demon groups with special light-colored pupils, like the legendary Snow Woman—but that is still different from the Moon Person’s pure moonlight-like pupils.
The Kingdom has a saying: Hair of a thousand colors can be dyed, true colors in the eyes are hard to hide.
When hair dye first beca popular, veteran Nobles would use this phrase to mock those trying to mimic noble hair colors through dyeing. Later, as hair dye spread to the upper Class, this saying beca indiscriminate, describing those rely pretending outwardly, yet hollow or corrupt internally.
Unlike hair color, pupil color is not easily changed; the black market had even seen businesses specializing in extracting pure-colored eyeballs for transplants.
Whether Noble or commoner, in order to truly change pupil color, one usually must rely on a Magician’s Lineage rituals, achieving it through transforming Inner magic power.
Even with that, achieving a pure pupil color like the Moon People is unparalleled.
And always trying to reason with objective argunts, that’s an old habit of Mage thinking.
Every ti I get into an argunt, I can render my opponent speechless, and if it escalates to a fight, I’ll whip them hard with Wind Elents.
I got used to this way, after all, whether using words or force, I never lose.
Because of this, I didn’t realize, I made another mistake.
"So, you see... you were born in this city, grew up here to beco an adult. Your holand is right here, there’s no reason to insist on going back to Earth with us."
Looking at the now silent Miss Moon, I said as cautiously as I could:
"How about you go ho first? You rember where you live, right? Have so sleep, calm down, and if you’re still interested in Earth, co find us then."
Miss Moon nodded absentmindedly, leaving our temporary stronghold in a daze.
...Hopefully, she can stay calm like this.
After that, I tried various thods, hoping to awaken the crew’s spirit.
—Comforting, shouting, even hitting them.
But most seed to have beco walking corpses; although they reacted to my words and could even comprehend them, they still had no will to move.
It’s not that they didn’t want to, but they couldn’t. Once interrupted, no matter how hard they try, they cannot stand up again.
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