"…The Charmony Festival… is it really just a conspiracy between Teacher and Brother…"
Robin said with a somewhat sorrowful expression, a trace of tragedy revealed in the young lady's eyes.
After realizing that her voice was being interfered with and she could no longer emit the voice of [Harmony], Robin had repeatedly sought help from her own brother or the Dreammaster.
But whether it was Sunday or Gopher Wood, both of them seemed to deliberately avoid her topic.
This left our Miss Robin very puzzled. After many back-and-forths, the young lady no longer sought help from the two. Robin's intuition told her that there seemed to be some secret hidden within this.
If the song of [Harmony] could be interfered with, that meant something disruptive had appeared within the Family's Path of [Harmony].
So the question arose: since her brother and teacher were deliberately avoiding this issue, it meant the two of them definitely knew something.
But since they were unwilling to tell her, Robin could only find another way.
Last time, Robin, as a follower of Harmony, posed a question to the Aeon of Harmony, yet Xipe merely glanced gently at Robin and gave no further response.
So, apart from this Aeon, at this moment, in this vast Penacony, the only one who could help her was her nominal future partner—that handsome and dashing young man named Yun Fan.
Shifting her gaze back to Yun Fan and Robin, at this moment, Yun Fan looked at the beautiful young lady before him, gazing at her face filled with sorrow and confusion.
He couldn't help but sigh.
"Sigh, rather than calling it a conspiracy between the two of them, it's better to say that Big Brother-in-Law, Gopher Wood, and even the entire Oak Family lineage—from the very beginning—were followers of [Order]."
"And now, [Order] has been swallowed by [Harmony]… The followers of [Order] absolutely cannot let go of this resentment."
As his words fell, the young lady before Yun Fan fell silent once more. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. After learning this somewhat cruel truth from Yun Fan, her heart was now in turmoil.
After understanding her brother and teacher's intentions, many previous matters now made sense—for example, the matter of betrothing her to Yun Fan.
Rather than saying it was to win over this Emissary of Causality, it was more accurate to say that her brother and the Dreammaster wanted to pull in a powerful external ally, to add an extra layer of assurance for the Charmony Festival later on, for the return of [Order] to the world.
"Actually… Robin, you don't need to overthink it."
Hearing Yun Fan's words, Robin, who was deep in thought, couldn't help but lift her head and look somewhat puzzled at the black-haired young man before her.
"Don't need… to overthink?"
"Yes, you don't need to overthink it. I can just tell you the standard answer directly." Setting down the wine glass in his hand, Yun Fan used his knife and fork to gently slice the steak before him.
Following the grain of the steak's muscle, the fragrant, juice-dripping steak was quickly cut into small pieces by Yun Fan.
Pfft!
Spearing a small piece of steak with his fork, Yun Fan smiled and brought it to Robin's lips. The Family's young miss, who had been curious about what he wanted to say, naturally bit down on the piece of beef.
"I should have mentioned it to you before—the power of the Path of [Causality] has, to a certain extent, the ability to foresee the future. Using the power of causality, I briefly glimpsed a corner of the future."
"In that not-too-distant future, Sunday usurped the incarnation of [Harmony]—the 'Harmonious Choir'—and pulled everyone into an eternal dream…"
"And in the end, he was defeated by the Nameless of the Astral Express. The will of [Harmony], ultimately…"
Yun Fan detailed that corner of the future for Robin.
For a long time after Yun Fan finished speaking, Robin was still processing the information in his words—after all, the amount of information in that passage was somewhat overwhelming.
For example: the Nameless, the Garden of Recollection, the Masked Fools, the Stellaron Hunters, the Interastral Peace Corporation, the Galaxy Rangers, and even a Self-Annihilator who had reached Emissary level…
She never expected that this Charmony Festival would gather so many factions and figures—was this directly about to flip the heavens?
For a moment, Robin's CPU could hardly keep up.
Seeing this, our Mr. Yun Fan merely smiled lightly and speared another piece of steak, bringing it to the young lady's lips.
Robin, who had been pondering the issue, subconsciously bit down on the steak he offered. This went on repeatedly, and soon the steak in front of Yun Fan was completely devoured by the young lady.
Looking at the now-empty plate in his hand, Yun Fan slightly turned his head.
"Server, another steak please. Oh right, this one medium-well."
— — — —
Shifting the view back to the Astral Express crew, inside the Daydream Hotel, after much inner conflict during the day, March 7th dragged Stelle—who had originally planned to watch the show—toward Sunday.
"Now that the vast majority of guests have checked in, there will be much less foot traffic for the next period. Just handle the remaining matters as I've arranged."
Sunday instructed a neatly dressed subordinate in a suit—this was precisely the manager of the Daydream Hotel.
"Yes, Lord Sunday. I'll see to it at once."
Hotel manager Dennis bowed slightly to Sunday in response, then quickly left to carry out Sunday's instructions.
"Um… excuse me, Mr. Sunday."
After finishing the meeting with the Astral Express and giving some instructions, just as Sunday was about to leave, March 7th's voice suddenly rang out behind him.
"Miss March, is there something?"
Turning around, Sunday saw clearly that the young lady addressing him was none other than that passenger from the Astral Express—Miss March 7th.
Toward this pink-haired young lady before him, Sunday harbored no trace of underestimation in his heart.
According to intelligence from The Family's informants, this young lady seemed to possess some treasure capable of slaying an Emissary.
'Perhaps I can try to win her over…'
Sunday mused to himself inwardly.
"Hello, Mr. Sunday. I'd like to ask you one thing—what exactly is your relationship with Miss Robin?"
Without beating around the bush, March 7th went straight to her question.
"Robin?"
Sunday was clearly a bit baffled by March 7th's question. Could it be that this Nameless before him was his little sister's fan? Haha, what a girl with taste.
"Robin is my younger sister. Could it be that Miss March 7th is a fan of my sister? If that's the case, I can introduce you."