"I hear you've been bold lately!"

Early in the morning, I woke up to see Cyra sitting by the chair, looking at me with a meaningful gaze.

"What do you mean bold? You think you're some big shot? Don't go around copying how others talk!"

I frowned and snapped back at her. I could guess what she meant - this girl must have heard about me and Adrian being together last night. But I didn't want to admit anything.

"Nothing..." Cyra said, but she jumped onto my bed, her face full of gossip as she asked:

"Did you two do everything? Isn't that too fast?"

"Are you pregnant?"

"Can you give birth smoothly in ten months?"

"What will the baby look like? What name will you give it?"

"Which country will you choose your son-in-law from?"

"Do you want a grandson or granddaughter?"

...

This was getting more and more ridiculous. I didn't have the patience to argue, so I just kicked her out the door.

"You're getting worked up! That means there's a story here!"

Unfortunately, Cyra had already reached six wings, so she was much tougher now. My kick didn't hurt her at all. In less than two seconds, she bounced back into the tent, shamelessly continuing to ask me questions.

"Why do you care? Have you settled things with the church?"

With no other choice, I reminded her irritably. We originally had separate tents, but because those church followers kept bothering her, Cyra had to hide in my tent. Who knew I'd end up sheltering such a nuisance!

"Well... I'm just curious about children between humans and angels!" she finally admitted. But she still fired off a bunch of questions and guesses:

"What do you think your kids would look like? Half-angels? What exactly is a half-angel anyway? What if there's a grandchild generation one day?"

It was just a kiss, but now she's even bringing up grandchildren. I was amazed by her imagination! But come to think of it, no one had ever mentioned children between angels and humans before.

Logically, offspring of angels and humans should be half-angels. But in this world, that didn't seem to be the case. Not only had I never heard the term, but there was no such race classification in the Adventurers' Guild either. Could it be that angels and humans simply can't have children together?

But I remember hearing other angels say that humans and angels getting together was indeed another way for the angel population to grow. From that angle, this method should have great potential! Yet the Angel Descent Formation was still the primary choice for angels. That was quite intriguing...

I shook my head at this thought.

Anyway, these weren't things I needed to worry about! Even though I accepted Adrian, it didn't mean we had to have kids. That must be so painful! I'll leave that experience to Nicola alone. She's already pregnant in the future anyway, though I still don't know who her husband is. But I'm not interested in finding out anymore - I have enough of my own problems to deal with!

"Saint Angel, are you awake? We've brought breakfast for you and the other angel!"

Just as I finished getting dressed, I heard the respectful voice of church followers outside. Cyra immediately stood up and went to the door to refuse:

"I've told you I'm not Saint Angel anymore. Why don't any of you listen? Besides, angels don't even need breakfast!"

"We're so sorry! It's our duty. If you don't need it, we'll take it away right now!"

Through the tent flap, I could see four girls dressed as priests, their heads bowed low after being scolded. The two in front were holding food trays and about to turn away, when Cyra suddenly called out to stop them.

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"Wait! Hmm... As everyone knows, my friend here calls herself the Big Appetite Angel. Even if she's not that hungry, she can still eat dozens of pounds of beef. So leave these two breakfasts here. You can go now!"

Come on, that's too much!

"..."

Watching her wolf down the food, I really couldn't be bothered to scold her anymore. I turned and left the tent.

"I'm going to find Adrian!"

There were still many unresolved issues on Adrian's side. Although he was protected by the Sage Council and could avoid being sent back to the capital by Douglas thanks to his Fate Breaker status, and even the Astralrealm Kingdom wouldn't dare to openly give him trouble in the future, we shouldn't forget that many soldiers in this military camp had participated in yesterday's battle and suffered heavy casualties. So no matter the reason, it was natural for everyone to look at this "enemy leader" with unfriendly faces.

To appease people as much as possible, Douglas had no choice but to allow Adrian to stay temporarily for one night. That meant our group had to leave today. Of course, the next destination had already been decided - Crescent City!

But before setting out, there were some small matters to attend to. As the former king, Adrian had to plead for some of the escapees who were captured last night.

After the collapse of the sky city, many citizens of Parristol escaped using the Lantine Oasis's built-in escape devices, thus avoiding disaster. Those escape devices were basically small spaceships, rectangular and streamlined, looking like coffins at first glance. Each could carry over twenty people. The interiors were filled with various "high-tech" equipment that ordinary people had no idea how to use.

It's said that soldiers observed dozens of these small ships flying out, carrying most of the escapees! Many passengers on the ships quickly figured out how to control their flight direction, so they escaped far away early on. Those left behind were the ones who couldn't operate the ships. They either fell nearby or slowly dropped from the sky after running out of power. So all these surviving citizens became prisoners of the kingdom army, held outside the camp awaiting disposal.

"They're innocent. There's no use in capturing them ..."

When I arrived at the camp entrance, I saw Adrian pleading with Douglas, his head lowered.

Since the king had joined the True Church, the Astralrealm Kingdom had long abolished slavery. So these prisoners weren't of much use - keeping them locked up would just mean more mouths to feed. Moreover, they weren't completely innocent either.

"That's not the issue..."

Douglas shook his head and sighed as he answered.

"Actually, His Majesty is more interested in those escape ships now. He's already authorized me to deal with these prisoners as I see fit. In short, the kingdom can't take them in anymore, so they can only be expelled from the country!"

The local people who truly opposed Parristol's restoration had already been driven away before the sky city rose. Those remaining were basically all against the Astralrealm Kingdom. Forcibly keeping them within the kingdom's borders would only increase instability. Killing them all would seem too brutal and go against the king's identity as a follower of Church. So this decision was reasonable and met everyone's expectations.

I didn't expect the prisoner issue to be resolved so perfectly and quickly.

"So as a Fate Breaker, does Adrian need to fulfill any obligations?"

The two members of the Sage Council happened to be there too. Remembering what Adonis said yesterday, I couldn't help but ask out of concern.

"It's simple. In theory, when we divine an inauspicious future related to human destiny, the Fate Breaker can be put to use," the astrologer Meredith nodded, then shifted her gaze to the subject of discussion, her tone suddenly changing.

"But in practice, such divination results are very rare. So normally, Fate Breakers only need to stay in touch with us and be ready to take action at any time. That's enough."

It sounded quite relaxed, almost like free-range management! But Adrian suddenly thought of something and asked:

"So how many Fate Breakers have you found so far?"

"Only one besides you, and that was over ten years ago! But he's quite old now and has had trouble moving around these past few years, so it's hard to say if he can be of use in time,"

The magician traveling with Meredith immediately answered. He was clearly a light mage named Bloor, with light magic far surpassing Ron's level. But the sarcastic blue bird that was on his shoulder earlier was nowhere to be seen now, having flown off somewhere.

"But isn't Cyra also..."

I couldn't help but object. However, the other party had already considered this point and turned to remind me:

"Your friend is not human and hasn't been truly confirmed by us, so she's completely unprotected and unrestricted by the covenant. Similarly, we have no right to make any demands of her. Therefore, finding enough human Fate Breakers is our current urgent problem."

In the end, there were just too few Fate Breakers! When I first learned that Cyra might be some kind of Fate Breaker, I kept wondering if it had something to do with our status as transmigrators. But it seemed that besides her, Nicola and I probably weren't, and I wasn't sure about Reed. So I never paid much attention to this question.

Now even Adrian has been confirmed as a Fate Breaker, but he didn't transmigrate here! So what do Fate Breakers have in common? This ability to change the future felt somewhat familiar.

"Has this 'Fate Breaker' always been called that? Are there any other names for it?"

It seemed Adrian finally thought of the same thing as me. After pondering for a while, he finally asked further.

"Well..."

Bloor looked back at Meredith upon hearing this, seemingly seeking her opinion. But Meredith also hesitated for a long time before telling us:

"I think it was called... Observer? Apparently it's a very ancient name, with very few historical records left. We're not sure if it's correct."

Hearing this answer, Adrian and I were shocked. We couldn't help but look at each other.

We never expected a long-delayed mystery to be solved in this way.