Chapter 149 : Seeing Things

Palace ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍of Eternal Night, Council Hall.

Around ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the massive round table, the powerful figures of the Demon Realm sat upright, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍air was filled with a tense atmosphere, like a storm about to break.

Just ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍last night.

A ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍terrifying energy fluctuation had come from the direction of Dark Moon Canyon.

Immediately ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍after, the sky in that direction was torn apart, and a meteor carrying a destructive aura descended, directly flattening the area.

That level of destructive power—no one but Her Majesty the Queen could achieve it.

Everyone assumed it was Her Majesty demonstrating her might to intimidate petty troublemakers.

But only one person knew the truth.

Camilla sat on one side of the round table, her head lowered, both hands gripping the hem of her dress tightly.

She was dressed very strangely today.

There was none of her usual revealing attire that barely covered key areas, nor that seductive flamboyance that practically screamed “I am a succubus.”

She wore a black high-collared long dress.

Long sleeves.

Her entire body was wrapped tightly, like a widow who had just lost her husband.

In truth, in her heart, someone had indeed died.

And it was that little nemesis she both loved and hated.

Camilla’s face was pale, with obvious dark circles under her eyes.

“It’s all my fault…”

Camilla bit her lip, her heart filled with regret.

If she hadn’t given that information to Lilia.

If she hadn’t failed to stop that reckless little troublemaker.

If she had been just a little stronger at the time—even if she could have blocked that damned giant for Lilia…

Now, it was too late to say anything.

Lilia was dead.

To save her, she had overdrawn her life to cast that terrifying Forbidden Spell, leaving not even a trace of her remains.

Camilla’s mind was now entirely occupied with how she should explain things to Hera later.

Tell her directly?

“Your Majesty, your favorite little pet blew herself up to save me.”

Hera would definitely kill her.

Without a doubt.

No one understood better than Camilla just how strong that woman’s possessiveness was.

And…

Camilla touched her back.

Although it had received basic treatment, it still throbbed faintly.

“Creak—”

The heavy obsidian doors were slowly pushed open.

The grinding sound echoed through the silent hall, like a death knell striking Camilla’s heart.

Everyone subconsciously stood up and lowered their heads in salute.

“Welcome, Your Majesty.”

Camilla took a deep breath and stood up trembling.

She didn’t dare to raise her head.

She could only stare at the shadow on the ground drawing closer and closer.

Hera stepped into the hall in high heels, one step at a time.

“Sit.”

The moment Hera took her seat, the pressure in the entire Council Hall seemed to drop by ten degrees.

Leaning against the Obsidian Throne, Hera lightly tapped the armrest with her slender fingers.

“Just now, outside, I could hear quite the lively noise inside.”

Silence filled the hall.

Those elders who were usually the loudest now shrank their heads like quails, wishing they could reduce their presence to negative existence.

Just as Camilla felt this suffocating silence would last until the end of the world, a familiar, somewhat cautious set of footsteps came from the shadows behind Hera.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound was light, even a bit unsteady, as if the person walking wasn’t very steady on their feet.

Camilla subconsciously glanced sideways.

A black-and-white skirt hem, a neatly tied apron, and a pair of flat short boots specially modified for mobility.

Her gaze traveled upward.

A slender waist, a posture that looked somewhat awkward no matter how one saw it, and…

A face making exaggerated expressions at her.

Silver long hair tied into a high ponytail, crimson eyes carrying three parts embarrassment, three parts apology, and four parts “what a coincidence you’re here too” teasing.

Camilla’s pupils trembled violently.

She abruptly raised her head, her usually enchanting face now stiff as if frozen in an ice cellar for three days and nights.

Lilia?!

The one who should have been burned to ashes, leaving not even bone fragments, who should be lying beneath the ruins of Dark Moon Canyon receiving her solemn mourning…

Was now standing alive behind Hera, holding a freshly brewed cup of black tea?!

“Cough…”

Seeing Camilla’s expression like she had seen a ghost, Lilia couldn’t help turning her head slightly and clearing her throat softly, trying to convey a message with her eyes:

Not dead, don’t worry.

Camilla’s brain instantly crashed.

What was this?

A corpse coming back to life?

A medical miracle?

Or had she cried so hard earlier that the tears in her brain had flowed into her eyes, causing hallucinations?

No, that wasn’t right.

That familiar presence—the one that made her grind her teeth in frustration—couldn’t be mistaken.

And…

Camilla’s gaze fell on Lilia’s slightly unnatural stance.

One hand was subtly supporting her waist, occasionally baring her teeth and shifting her weight, as if even the slightest movement would tug at some indescribable pain.

So she really was injured…

But! Give me back my tears, damn it!

Under Camilla’s gaze that looked ready to swallow her whole, Lilia felt her scalp tingle.

She shrank her neck and used the motion of pouring tea for Hera to try to hide herself within Hera’s shadow.

“Since no one is speaking, I’ll speak.”

Hera paid no attention to the silent exchange between the two behind her.

She lifted her teacup, blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface, her tone as calm as if discussing the weather.

“Dark Moon Canyon is gone.”

“It will be converted into an arena in the future. The foundation has already been dug.”

A collective gasp sounded around the table.

Although they had already received the news, hearing it confirmed personally by the Queen still made their scalps go numb.

Flattening a canyon stretching hundreds of li just to build an arena?

That excuse was far too casual!

“Your Majesty…”

Finally, an old demon with horns seated on the left stood up trembling.

He was a veteran of the Demon Realm. Though his strength had declined, his seniority still allowed him to occasionally speak before Hera.

“The disturbance last night… was truly too great.”

The horned old demon wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, choosing his words carefully.

“Not only Dark Moon Canyon—even several surrounding cities felt the tremors. That level of magic power fluctuation… although we all know Your Majesty’s divine might is unparalleled, the people below are ignorant and have been spreading rumors…”

“What rumors?”

Hera raised her eyes, her golden gaze sweeping over coldly.

The horned old demon’s legs weakened, nearly collapsing to his knees.

“Th-they say… that some ancient demon god has descended, or… or that Your Majesty is cultivating some forbidden technique and has suffered a backlash…”

“Heh.”

Hera let out a short, cold laugh.

She set down the teacup, the porcelain clinking crisply against the table.

“Ancient demon god?”

As if hearing a great joke, Hera’s lips curved slightly.

“That kind of trash that should’ve been thrown into the garbage heap long ago—is it even worthy of causing such a disturbance?”

She didn’t directly confirm whether it was her doing.

But everyone present was a seasoned schemer.

Such neither-admitting-nor-denying, combined with last night’s world-destroying strike—the answer was already obvious.

Aside from this Tyrant who treated Forbidden Spells like basic attacks, who else in the Demon Realm could do it?

For a moment, everyone’s gaze toward Hera grew even more reverent.

This was absolute power.

Whether you plotted schemes or attempted rebellion, before such power capable of erasing the map at will, it was all just a joke.

“However…”

Hera’s tone suddenly shifted.

That playful gaze passed over everyone and landed precisely on Camilla, who was sitting at the end trying her best to play dead.

“Regarding the details of last night, I believe someone knows better than I do.”

Hera’s fingers lightly tapped the table.

“After all, she is the only… eyewitness at the scene.”

Whoosh—

More than a dozen gazes instantly focused on Camilla.

Some probing, some suspicious, some gloating.

Camilla’s entire body stiffened.

She had been immersed in the complex emotions of “Lilia isn’t dead” and “I got played,” and never expected the fire to suddenly burn onto her.

“Camilla.”

Hera called her name, her tone so gentle it sent chills down the spine.

“I heard you were crying very sadly there last night?”

Hera tilted her head slightly and glanced back at Lilia with a half-smile.

“Come, tell everyone.”

“What exactly did you see that was so remarkable?”