With the ongoing destruction of the war, the industrial strength and technological level of various sides are rapidly declining. First, the war and harsh environment create a talent gap. Then, after the death of the previous generation of technicians, the new generation cannot understand the overly complex technical data and cannot reproduce past technological achievements. They have no choice but to abandon those damaged giant factories and instead move towards miniaturization and simplification.

If it were only like this, the various newborn races, aware of the crisis, might have achieved a delicate balance and recuperated. However, the awakening of the war machines shattered the newborn races' plans to recuperate; many strongholds on the land were destroyed. These mechanical legacies of the old humans were initially created to combat the ruling Black Suns of the Milky Way. In all mechanical prototypes, unmodifiable physical codes were inputted to ensure the elimination of every genetically modified race they saw.

Additionally, according to the Grey Feather Species' records, before this planet was isolated and abandoned, the Dark Sun · Roux, embraced by the Mechanical Council, was strangled by the union of four Dark Suns: Dark Sun · He Fasimo, Dark Sun · Siaphlian, Dark Sun · Cui Kalansi, and Dark Sun · Amorrenqin.

These four Dark Suns were closely related early in the Cult's records, and their respective subordinate races were quite similar, namely the 'Light Cicada Species', 'Silver Wings Species', 'Butterfly Species', and 'Thunder Wing Species'. Because their subordinates all had wings, they were also referred to as the 'Heavenly Wings Four Species'.

It is said that the last Dark Sun · Roux was ultimately pierced through a hundred million mechanical units orbiting the planet by Dark Sun · Amorrenqin leading a group of subordinates. They then delved into the depths of the earth's core, extracted and tore apart the thought core of Dark Sun · Roux, leading to the fall of this Black Sun, once upheld by the old humans.

However, after the fall of Dark Sun · Roux, severe internal strife broke out among the four Dark Suns. Dark Sun · Cui Kalansi led his subordinates to distant lands, Dark Sun · Siaphlian first fought and was wounded by Dark Sun · Amorrenqin, then was gradually dimmed and extinguished under the control of Dark Sun · He Fasimo. Many Silver Wings Species under its command were also absorbed by He Fasimo, becoming his power.

Combining historical records obtained from various parties, Hexia slowly pieced together the outline of past history in her mind.

When she came back to her senses again and turned to look out the window, it was already dark.

Hexia stood up, went to the adjacent bedroom, and found Ores sleeping soundly on the bed, with a previously opened picture book spread out beside her, its page depicting tall cliffs with blooming white flowers.

'Beiti Cliff,' Hexia silently mouthed the words at the corner of the picture book, then put the book away and placed it back on the table before gently waking Ores beside her.

"Ores, get up." She touched the other's face, her fingers brushing Ores' slightly pointed ears, curiously scratching them.

"Ah, ticklish." Ores sat up, covering her ears with both hands, indicating that she shouldn't be touched like that.

"Alright, I won't touch them. Let's go eat." Hexia said with a smile.

"Eating, hungry." Hearing about eating, Ores immediately put down her hands and linked arms with Tilan.

Then the two put on their hooded cloaks for going out and went to the tavern in the city for dinner.

This time, they didn't order the black pork chops because they were too expensive. Tilan and Ores ordered baked bread and potatoes, which were enough to fill their stomachs.

They had to think about ways to earn money, as it was foreseeable that they would need a lot of money in the future, such as for borrowing books, buying firewood for winter, warm bedding, making new clothes for Ores, and occasionally purchasing fresh and curious items.

In the days that followed, half of Hexia's time was spent reading books, and the other half was spent touring the city. Occasionally, she would be invited by Sigismund to visit and exchange insights with them.

"It's rare to find someone as knowledgeable as Miss Hexia. Relying on tailoring for a livelihood is really beneath your status. Would you be willing to be a teacher for my children and the children of my friends and acquaintances?" Sigismund suggested after learning that Hexia needed money.

"I can consider it, but I'm curious why you don't teach them yourself?" In her view, Sigismund had a reputable scholarly standing locally, and even among the Grey Feather Species.

"I'm currently studying the materials issued by the Mountain Castle Council, which is a heavy task, leaving me with little time to manage them. Additionally, even as a scholar, I need to hire extra teachers."

"Why is that?"

"It's because the more skilled one becomes in knowledge, the easier it is to fall into a certain blind spot. Once you learn something, you take it for granted, sometimes overlooking this point when teaching others."

"Moreover, precisely because I'm a scholar, I've developed a complete set of logic, so when children emulate me in life and education, they easily fall into a more narrow, closed-minded environment."

"I hope they come into contact with more varied perspectives, and I'll listen to their thoughts, making certain corrections based on the situation. That way, while inheriting my knowledge, they can also develop new perspectives and thoughts, ensuring they have the potential to surpass me in the future and not become increasingly rigid with each generation." He informed.

"I always feel like you Grey Feather Species are particularly passionate about learning and passing on knowledge." Hexia replied while holding a warm teacup in her arms.

"Haha, that's right. In the past, people also said our philosophies were greatly influenced by the 'Cloud of Tracing' faction."

Children of the Stars, 'Cloud of Tracing', Tilan touched the teacup, sighing at the profound influences of the various factions in the Twilight Era, even the newborn races embraced their ideological and cultural heritages.

The Mechanical Council, Cloud of Tracing, Tree of Life Sect, Primordial Heart, today's history of the Milky Way and everything almost results from the interweaving beliefs of these factions.

The fusion of the Mechanical Council and Primordial Heart gave rise to the glorious Transcender Era. Later, under the multifaceted evolutionary doctrine of the Tree of Life Sect, various human subspecies and newborn races were created. Furthermore, they too, like the Mechanical Council, embraced the Primordial Heart's Throne of God notion, creating many fierce and rampant Black Suns, and in utter despair and darkness of the Fifth Epoch, a spaceship adhering to the 'Cloud of Tracing' belief finally arrived at the lost planet, bringing with them the 'Golden Flame Flower' Isenisha.

"I understand. Later, I'll reside in the Mountain Castle for some time. If you find it suitable, I will serve as a tutor, teaching the children."

"I leave it to Miss Hexia then." Sigismund was delighted; after all, in such barren lands, even literate people are few, let alone those with education and knowledge.

That afternoon, Sigismund sent a servant to deliver four bags of flour and four bags of rice to Hexia's home, along with a bag of potatoes and a bag of vegetables. These supplies were enough for both of them to last until the next spring, and this was only the first month's payment.

After thanking Sigismund, Hexia stored these items in a cellar filled with ice blocks. As for where the ice blocks came from, naturally, Tilan had made them herself; Ores also learned to make a few small ones midway.

With food for the winter, Hexia felt life becoming leisurely. For the following month, she went to Sigismund's house every few days to teach four children, covering subjects such as history, poetry, literature, music, arithmetic, and a little economics.

The few thirteen- or fourteen-year-old children were quite fond of this teacher. After all, compared to those rigid old men, this quiet, beautiful young lady was indeed more charming and intelligent, understanding many of their youthful thoughts.

"Miss Hexia, are you married?" One day, one of the children finally couldn't help but ask.

"No, but I don't have any intentions of falling in love yet, so you shouldn't think about it." The young lady smiled brightly, interrupting their thoughts, then continued sitting on the chair, explaining the mathematical formulas and techniques on the blackboard.

"By mastering the Pythagorean theorem, you can easily estimate the length and height of many structures, especially the commonly used Shadow Method." She slightly rotated the pointer, tapping the slate.

Time quietly passed. Since coming to this planet, without a proper hairdresser to manage it, Hexia's hair had grown thicker, some hanging over her collar, making her aura shift from gentle girlhood to slightly more mature.

And so, until the first snow of winter fell on the Mountain Castle.