Caelus's expression immediately turned serious. "Why are you here? Have you already reached an agreement with the Dreammaster?"
"As promised earlier, my sister, Mr. Welt Yang, and I have met with the Dreammaster. We discussed the truth about Penacony and the Stellaron in depth and reached a consensus—neither I nor the entire Oak Family can agree to your demands."
[Huh? He's really a villain? Where's Uncle Yang?]
[Damn it, Sunday, where's Welt Yang? Give him back!]
[I'm kinda worried about Uncle Yang's safety!]
[As expected, all those earlier hints are coming into play. I knew Sunday wasn't a good guy.]
[In the earlier plot, Welt Yang said there was something off about Sunday, and now it's confirmed.]
[So he's a spy!]
——
Sunday presented his perspective, expressing his desire to make Penacony better in his own way, on the condition that the Stellaron not be retrieved.
Himeko didn't dare act rashly. With Welt's whereabouts unknown, rushing in wasn't an option. The key was to first understand the full context of the situation. "Mr. Sunday, even if the Oak Family cannot fully agree to the arrangements regarding the Stellaron, now hardly seems the time to wax poetic about Penacony's past and future, does it?
The Stellaron issue concerns the life and death of everyone in Penacony. If you have a better proposal, the Astral Express is all ears. Why don't you tell us the full details of that meeting—so we can understand what happened to Welt and Miss Robin that prevented them from arriving as planned."
Sunday nodded and began to recount the events.
[Himeko always knows how to cut to the chase.]
[I thought Sunday was just a siscon, but this?]
——
Some time ago, at the Moment of Sol.
Initially, things went smoothly. The siblings successfully brought Welt Yang to meet the Dreammaster.
Welt Yang was straightforward, getting straight to the point about the Stellaron and the dangers it posed.
If left unchecked, no one would be able to awaken from the dream.
Welt Yang also pointed the finger directly at the Dreammaster.
However, the Dreammaster and Sunday played a pity card, appearing to interrogate harshly, but their act was full of holes.
Welt Yang raised the core issue. "The 'god' you both mentioned—is it truly Xipe?"
[As expected of Old Yang, always mature and reliable!]
[The strategist! Old Yang!]
[Uncle Yang's reaction is so quick.]
[Uncle Yang's like, 'When it comes to scheming, you're still no match for that person.']
[Who's 'that person'? Why's there another cryptic comment?]
[Uncle Yang, you're the best!]
[Uncle Yang, my superhero!]
[So satisfying—this is the real Welt Yang!]
——
The Dreammaster's avatar appeared before Welt Yang, explaining earnestly, "Mr. Yang, you should know that the Family's people are as close as kin, united under THEIR light, with no room for dissent before the Harmony.
Such an intricate and complex symphony—could anyone but the divine Xipe orchestrate it perfectly?"
Welt Yang didn't back down, stepping forward deliberately. "'Perfect orchestration'… That's precisely the problem. The one subtly altering the Harmony from the shadows isn't an external enemy but a discord born within the symphony itself.
In the distant past, there was an Aeon who existed in the universe. They wove the laws of the galaxy with a flick of their fingers, and their followers formed the 'Cosmic Choir,' spreading solemn, majestic hymns across the cosmos.
Later, that Aeon fell. Their path collided with the Harmony, consumed and assimilated by it. The resounding choir fell silent, and when it sang again, it had become a hymn of harmony…
Even if an Aeon perishes, their path remains masterless. Within the all-encompassing Harmony… remnants of old discord could naturally fester unnoticed."
[Holy crap, Old Yang is badass.]
[Why'd Old Yang deliberately step forward?]
[Maybe it's some kind of tracker?]
[Probably has a listening function too. Old Yang stepped closer on purpose to make the conversation clearer, so now the IPC knows.]
[That awesome?]
[I'm in love. Not only did he go in alone, but he's also ready to go all-in!]
——
"Mr. Yang…" The Dreammaster's avatar's voice grew cold. "Being overly perceptive isn't always wise, especially when you're isolated and without aid."
The camera focused on the siblings.
Sunday remained silent with a stern face, while Robin looked utterly shocked.
[This cinematography! Sunday, you spy! We've got a traitor among us!]
[Yeah, I've got a traitor!]
[It seems Robin didn't know. I knew something was off the more I looked at Sunday. Damn, those big brows and eyes betrayed us!]
[Aventurine: Hmm, go on, I'm listening.]
[Aventurine's probably dumbfounded, like, 'Did I just take a blade from Acheron for nothing and almost die?']
——
The Dreammaster glanced at Sunday. "For the sake of our great cause, Sunday, please have them rest for a while."
"What?" Before Robin could react, she was disrupted by a force.
"I'm sorry, Robin. You, of all people… I didn't want you to know this. But alas, things don't always go as planned."
Robin, enduring the pain, spoke with difficulty. "So this is the real reason I can't sing? The shadow over Penacony is actually…"
"We were never children of the Harmony. The paradise you and I envisioned… shouldn't be created by Xipe. The happiness of the masses can only be promised by 'one' who stands above them all.
Within laws, humanity builds society… Within the Harmony, we embrace 'Order.'"
[March 7th's value just keeps rising.]
[I told you Elio's basically a mini-March!]
[What a twist!]
[It's not another Cocolia situation, brainwashed and then done for, is it?]
[Isn't this just like the Templars and the Assassin's Creed?]
——
After hearing Sunday recount the full story, Himeko crossed her arms over her chest. "Unbelievable. Penacony is actually harboring… remnants of Order."