Esper Harem in the Apocalypse Chapter 992 Rebecca's Curious Questions

Chapter 992  Rebecca's Curious Questions

"Why did you end it?!" Jane shouted, her voice echoing through the grand castle chamber.

The kid, standing nearby, didn't waver in the face of her anger. He replied calmly, "He fell unconscious after that. Remember, he shouldn't even be alive, but he was. You will forget whatever you saw in the footage, but everything I showed was real."

Jane's frustration mixed with confusion, her eyes darting between the kid and the empty screen. Her heart ached for answers, but the kid's presence only added to her uncertainty.

The room fell into a thoughtful silence, broken only by the soft purring of Lucy's cat, Freya. The kid's gaze s.h.i.+fted to the enigmatic feline. "That's a nice cat. Can I pet it?" he asked Lucy.

Lucy, protective of her pet, hesitated. "She doesn't like getting patted by strangers," she responded.

But to everyone's surprise, Freya gracefully hopped from Lucy's grasp and began to approach the mysterious visitor. The cat circled the kid, rubbing against his hand and purring contentedly. It was a peculiar moment that left the harem members in awe.

"Looks like she doesn't see me as a stranger," the kid remarked, his tone tinged with a sense of amus.e.m.e.nt. He gently patted Freya and exchanged a knowing look with her before muttering something inaudible.

With his message delivered and the interaction with Freya completed, the kid bid farewell to the harem members. In an instant, he vanished into thin air with a snap, leaving behind a room filled with bewildered but deeply moved individuals, still grappling with the profound impact of Rudy's final message.

After some time had pa.s.sed since the unexpected visit from the kid and Rudy's message, Jane was back to her daily duties, maintaining the order and harmony within the dynasty. As the de facto ruler and protector of the realm, she was busy addressing the concerns and problems of the citizens who sought her counsel.

One day, as she was engrossed in her queenly responsibilities, the grand chamber's doors swung open, and Rebecca entered with a purposeful stride. Jane looked up from her administrative work, a curious and slightly confused expression crossing her face. "Why are you here?" she inquired, her voice a mixture of surprise and intrigue. "Citizens come here with their problems, and I try to solve them. You shouldn't be here."

Rebecca, with a sly grin, responded, "I am here as a citizen, though."

Amused by Rebecca's clever answer, Jane let out a soft chuckle. Setting her duties aside for the day, she rose from her throne and approached Rebecca. Extending her large, azure wings, she invited Rebecca to step into her protective embrace.

With her strong wings carrying them both, Jane soared gracefully into the heavens, ascending into the pristine sky garden known as the Halo Garden. High above the world below, they found themselves surrounded by floating islands and vibrant, exotic plant life.

Rebecca enjoyed the beauty of the garden for a moment but then couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. She turned to Jane and asked, "Jane, is it true? Are you really not aware of Rudy's location?"

Jane, her eyes reflecting the melancholy that had gripped her since Rudy's disappearance, replied, "Rebecca, I've tried everything. I've searched across the universe with my blood sense, but there's no trace of him. It's as if he's vanished into the void."

Rebecca, her determination unwavering, pressed further, "But he is out there, right? He is somewhere! How can you not find him? Are you not supposed to know everything?"

Jane sighed and sat down on a floating island in the Halo Garden. Her posture reflected the weight of the situation, her regal demeanor momentarily softened by the gravity of the conversation. "I only know what happened in the past, not the future," she explained patiently. "I have said this before, but the Blue Moon Fruit had a different effect on Rudy. It has a different effect on everyone. Had you eaten the fruit, you might not even have gotten anything."

Rebecca looked puzzled. "But if you have the power to sense all things, couldn't you just... look into the future? Find some clue about where he is?"

Jane's expression grew even more somber. "It's not that simple. My powers have their limits, and they're tied to my bloodline. My abilities are focused on the past and the present, not the future. I cannot just 'see' into the future. The workings of the Blue Moon Fruit are complex and unique to each individual."

Rebecca's brows furrowed in thought. "If that's the case, why don't you just eat another Blue Moon Fruit and update your knowledge? It has been seven years anyway."

Jane shook her head regretfully. "Unlike the Red Moon Fruit, the Blue Moon Fruit is not something you can grow. Rudy didn't grow it either. He used his powers to create one. And the one I ate was given to me when it was the Blue Moon Phase. My powers were breaking the universe at that time. I can't simply produce another Blue Moon Fruit. It's a one-of-a-kind occurrence that can't be replicated at will."

Rebecca absorbed this explanation, the reality of the situation sinking in. "I see," she said softly, her voice touched with disappointment. "So, we're left without answers."

Jane nodded and patted Rebecca's shoulder gently. "I know it's frustrating, but we must carry on.

As they continued picking Red Moon Fruits for dinner, Rebecca couldn't help but pause in her actions. She turned to Jane, a perplexed expression forming on her face that conveyed a sudden realization.

"Wait," she began, her voice laced with curiosity, "if you know everything from the past, do you know where my father is?"

Jane didn't hesitate in her response. "I do, yes."

Rebecca's brows furrowed as she probed further, her tone growing more serious. "Is he... dead?"

With a simple affirmation, Jane confirmed her suspicions. "Yup, he died long ago when you were kids. It was around the time Rudy had time traveled to the past and met you."

Rebecca took a moment to absorb this information, the weight of her father's fate sinking in. She then s.h.i.+fted her thoughts to a different, more personal question. "Do you perhaps know who Rudy's biological parents are?"