"Stelle, you're here." Kafka turned around with a smile. "This time, the script has been successfully completed as well."

Seeing the slightly lonely expression on Stelle's face, Kafka was taken aback. "Did something happen? Your expression right now... looks a bit fragile."

She looked at her quietly, her pale violet eyes like a deep pool, unruffled yet seemingly able to catch everything she let sink in. She spoke in an even gentler voice, "Tell me about it. You've long been used to confiding in me, haven't you?"

Stelle's eyelashes lowered slightly. "I've forgotten everything..."

"...I see." Kafka was silent for a moment. "So that's it... You've lost your past, and you feel helpless."

"Regrettably, I am not the Slave to Destiny and cannot observe the future—I cannot fill the void in your memory, nor can I tell you what we experienced together later."

"The scene of our meeting again... I still remember it."

"That means I will regain what was lost." Kafka paused. "Stelle, listen to me—I suspect that in the script I haven't read yet, you will encounter many dangers and find yourself in terrible predicaments. You will probably also encounter many wonderful things and have companions like family—even if they are no longer us, the Stellaron Hunters."

Kafka turned to look at the sea of stars outside the window. "You should also embark on adventures you couldn't even imagine in your dreams, right? After all, you were born for adventure. There's only one thing I want you to remember: no matter where you go, no matter which corner of the galaxy you are in... you can always find a safe harbor with me."

"I don't have much patience... but for you, I will never be stingy with it."

"Goodbye, Stelle. When destiny places you at a crossroads... make your choice boldly, and do not fear regret."

—

Chainsaw Man.

"Miss Kafka... is a woman who could become my mother!"

Feeling Kafka's gentle patience toward Stelle, Denji let out a howl, startling Hayakawa Aki so much that he choked on his water, clutching his chest and coughing violently.

"What, are you Oronis too, starting to call her 'mother'?" Hayakawa Aki wiped the water spray from his chin. "Don't you have one of your own?"

"No, according to my old man, she died of heart disease a long time ago." Denji scratched his head. "Mother" was an overly foreign word to him, and his entire understanding of "maternal love" was limited to movies and TV shows. Violence, hunger, cold, debt—he was familiar with those words, but gentleness, tolerance, kindness, and love were far too rare.

"Is a mother really that important?" Power said, not quite understanding. "Why do you look like you're longing for one?"

"Don't you have one?"

"This great me is a Fiend; I've been alone since I woke up in Hell. I don't need something like a mother." At this point, Power continued to ask curiously, "But I've noticed you humans all seem to have one. What does it feel like to have a mother? Tell me!"

"Well, I can't really explain it clearly." Denji searched his meager vocabulary but found it hard to find a suitable word to describe it. "Probably someone who provides Milk and bread for you every morning, gives you a place to stay, and tolerates your mistakes... something like that?"

"Oh." Power pointed at Hayakawa Aki in front of her. "Then according to what you said, isn't this guy our 'mother'?"

"Pfft... cough, cough-cough-cough—!"

Hayakawa Aki sprayed out another mouthful of tea. This time he almost choked himself to death, pounding his chest even harder.

"Don't talk nonsense. If I were your mother, the first thing I'd do is kick you both out."

—

"Stelle, what happened?"

Stelle rubbed her eyes. "Such a long memory, it feels like a lifetime ago..."

"Long? What are you talking about? You were just standing here dazed, not responding no matter how much we called. It lasted for less than a minute, and then..." Dan Heng pointed to the pink rabbit that appeared behind her. "...then this creature appeared."

Phainon curiously observed Mimi. "What a strange animal—it is an animal, right? I've never seen one before."

Perhaps because girls all like cute things, Castorice felt a great sense of affinity toward Mimi. "Such a cute little fellow... Is it a gift from Oronis?"

Stelle turned to look at Dan Heng and said seriously, "I was glanced at by Fuli."

Dan Heng was taken aback. "Fuli? Just now?"

"Fuli... what is that?" Phainon asked, not knowing.

"On the way to Okhema, I talked to you about the Aeons beyond the sky—Fuli is one of them, presiding over the Path of Remembrance."

Phainon nodded as if enlightened. "Ah... 'A deity of the realm beyond the sky, a miracle hard to behold with the naked eye'... right? To receive a glance from an Aeon, does that mean..."

"It's time to deal with Nicadori."

Suddenly, a small book appeared in front of Mimi, its pages flipping continuously.

"Nautilus, past... mist. Collect. Past... reenact."

Stelle relayed Mimi's meaning: "We need to collect the memories of the Suspended Blade City."

Phainon found it a bit unbelievable. "You can understand its words? Collecting memories, reenacting the past... how do we do that? We don't have much time left."

"Mimi will teach us what to do."

Dan Heng: "If it truly is a creation of Fuli, or has some connection to that Aeon, I'm willing to believe it can wield a Power even greater than the 'Miracle of Oronis'. Let's go, we'll follow it."

After everyone left the temple, Castorice took one last look back at Oronis. "Oronis... have you fallen asleep?"

"I don't know who the mother you spoke of is, but..." Castorice expressed her gratitude gently. "Thank you for all your hard work. If you dream too... I hope your dreams are sweet."

—

One-Punch Man.

"Oh? Even Phainon hasn't seen Mimi before, and it's related to Oronis and Fuli?"

Initially, when Mimi showed its ability to reenact "memories" of scenes, combined with Oronis's prayer, Child Emperor began to speculate that this creature might be related to Oronis, but he still didn't expect it to actually be related to the Aeon Fuli.

"A creation of Fuli... is actually this cute?" Metal Bat couldn't help but look at the little fellow a few more times, feeling that this kind of animal would be the type his younger sister would like.