"My name—Aglaea 33550335 of the Chrysalis of Gold. And now, what I am about to reveal to you... is the true flame chase journey of Amphoreus..."

"The true flame chase journey?"

This opening line, something she had never imagined, struck Aglaea’s mind with a violent shock!

She had originally thought she might see reflections on failure and regret left by a previous life, or perhaps some kind of admonition regarding the emptiness she had experienced.

But she never expected that her previous self would say Amphoreus had another flame chase journey?

Without hesitation, her consciousness immediately surged forward, eager to understand what unknown origins and truths lay hidden behind this so-called "true flame chase."

Meanwhile, seeing that Aglaea had already taken hold of the 「Romance」Coreflame, the other Chrysos Heirs exchanged glances and finally made up their minds.

No matter what lay ahead—deeper despair or buried truth—they had to face it.

So they each reached out, grasping the Coreflame that belonged to them, preparing to witness with their own eyes the final messages left by their "past selves."

And then...

The same question arose in the hearts of all the Chrysos Heirs:

"The true... flame chase journey?"

And so, the long-sealed story slowly unfolded from its very beginning—

"My name is Aglaea 1." A gentle yet determined consciousness, like a breeze drifting through countless ages, brushed across the heart of the current Aglaea.

"Actually, I had long thought about leaving something for the ’us’ of the future. Combat experience? Lessons from failure? Or those unforgettable regrets?"

The consciousness paused:

"But... after much deliberation, I felt that our own stories had already been remembered by someone. I thought I might do something... more meaningful."

The flow of consciousness grew gentle, filled with some far-reaching anticipation:

"For instance... telling the later ’you’ a little about that ’Phaethon.’ Recording these fragments, perhaps one day in the future, when the gears of fate turn at a critical moment... these words might prove useful somehow..."

...

"I am Tribios 2." The voice was like a church bell, clear and distant, evoking in the Tribbies memories of "mother."

"I hope my words, like faint starlight, can guide you through the endless cycles to find Amphoreus’s morning star."

"Now, the Maiden will begin telling a story..."

"Legend says that when the world is shrouded in the deepest darkness, when hope seems utterly extinguished... in that cold, lifeless night sky, a guiding morning star will always stubbornly shine..."

...

"Hey! Later me, or whoever else, guess what?" A lively, slightly mischievous consciousness burst into Cipher’s mind, her tone as if sharing an interesting secret.

"We old-timers—me, the seamstress, and Sister Tribbie and the others—just got together and ’devoured’ the golden words left by dozens of previous ’us.’ And guess what?"

The consciousness carried an exaggerated exclamation:

"We found that rather than endlessly rambling to some vague and intangible next recurrence about our own glorious achievements or painful lessons..."

The tone suddenly turned sly:

"Everyone unanimously chose to talk about that ’Deliverer chef’?!"

Then, with a hint of helpless acknowledgment:

"Though, he really has been nothing but good to us, and the grilled fish he makes is amazing... Fine, fine! This lady will be generous for once!"

"Let Cipher 64 exclusively share with you some little-known secrets about him! This time, it’s free!..."

...

"Hmm... by the way, later ’me,’ if... if you still have the chance, say thank you to him for me..."

...

A majestic voice rang out in Cerydra’s consciousness, carrying the composure of one long accustomed to high position:

"You who come after, you may perhaps... identify me by the name Cerydra 679."

"Alright, I think, compared to my personal reflections, you might be more interested in that glorious holy city I governed together with that ’Lord Fortuna’? There..."

Her voice carried a faint, barely perceptible trace of reminiscence and pride as she began to describe that miracle city that embodied wisdom and order...

...

"And... later ’me,’ remember above all, say thank you to him..."

...

A consciousness, as ethereal as the deep ocean’s currents, tinged with faint sorrow, like a song, lingered in Hysilens’s heart:

"So... that silent little inky, always swimming in the shadows, has saved our Siren clan in his inconspicuous way... over seven thousand times..."

The voice carried the shock of waking from a dream and endless gratitude. "Call me Hysilens 7234... Let me pluck the strings of the tide, and for those who come after, softly sing... the silent epic of that little ink-colored fish..."

...

"Finally, later ’me,’ if... if you still have the chance, remember, on my behalf, say thank you to him for me..."

...

An impatient voice, tinged with awkward pride, exploded in Anaxagoras’s consciousness:

"You who come after! Just remember, my name is Anaxagoras! The undisputed leader of the Seven Sages of The Grove..."

The voice suddenly became exasperated: "Tch! Why do I have to be forced to add a ’9754’?!"

After venting his dissatisfaction, his tone quickly shifted to an unquestionable authority:

"Now, enough idle chatter! I’m going to focus on praising my most outstanding, most proud student! Although that kid always ignores advice, he truly is my most satisfying..."

...

"Having said all that, later ’me,’ if... if you still have the chance, remember, on my behalf, say thank you to him..."

...

A bold and unrestrained voice echoed in Mydei’s mind:

"Haha! I knew it! Phainon, that kid, looks all serious, but a savior? Completely unreliable! Lucky for us Amphoreus is as fortunate as Phaethon’s title—buy one get one free, two hidden in the house!"

His laughter subsided, taking on a hint of satisfaction at discovering the truth and teasing an old friend:

"But... Phaethon, Phaethon, so you rascal were actually the younger brother? Damn, hiding it from everyone for so long!"

Then he added with schadenfreude:

"But then again, serves Phainon right! Who told him to—cough!"

He cleared his throat, his voice becoming like that of a top chef about to impart exclusive secrets:

"Let me—Mydei 58473, recognized as the most famous chef of Castrum Kremnos!—properly tell you later folks about our savior’s private favorite tastes and dishes! Master this, and in the next recurrence, you’ll earn his respect..."

...

"But later ’me,’ the more important thing is to say thank you to that savior for me..."