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Dreamscape, the Golden Hour.
Robin sat quietly on the bench, gazing up at the small sun in the sky.
That was the light of hope—every newcomer who entered would receive a single strand of its blessing.
At first, it attracted countless people to come and check in, but gradually, everyone grew used to it and treated it as nothing more than a simple decoration.
But she knew that every strand of light had its purpose, just as the one who arranged it had intended.
"Little sister, the Charmony Festival is about to begin. Staying here will bring unnecessary trouble."
Sunday walked over from the side, his expression gentle and warm.
"I knew you would come." Robin came back to herself, her voice hoarse. "On the eve of the Charmony Festival, severe noise has appeared within the symphony of Harmony."
"This is not a good sign. All of Penacony will be affected, and countless people may lose their lives."
"For something that should not exist, to throw an entire galaxy into turmoil—this is not the spirit upheld by the Family."
She seemed to be speaking to the void, her words carrying an unspoken implication.
She hoped her brother would come to his senses on his own and stand with her.
"No one will die. Not a single one."
Sunday's expression darkened as he spoke solemnly. "Penacony is the flourishing and stable Planet of Festivities. It has always been so, and it always will be."
With the power of Order, he would build a paradise where everyone was equal.
No need to work, no need for scheming and intrigue, no need to run oneself ragged for the hardships of life.
The god created the world in six days and rested on the seventh. Thus, suffering is borne by the divine, while humans enjoy a seven-day rest.
Robin clasped her hands before her chest and spoke devoutly. "God says that humans are born with rights. You have no authority to make choices on their behalf."
"Repent. The return of the Aeon will not necessarily make everything better—it will only bring endless calamity to Penacony."
She already knew that Sunday was not acting out of personal selfishness, but to initiate a plan to revive an Aeon.
Perhaps it was out of love for all living beings, to create a free and beautiful world—this had been the tacit understanding between her and her brother since childhood.
But how should she put it?
It was too naive.
Her brother, who governed Penacony, had always been mature, his actions praised by the upper echelons of every Family.
She never imagined that such a brother could be so naive at his core.
The power of Harmony controlled by the Family was already sufficiently strong and gentle, yet it still could not achieve the desired result. Order, once devoured by Harmony, had no right to accomplish a vision that even Harmony itself could not fulfill.
"You don't understand, Robin."
Sunday shook his head and said earnestly, "I firmly believe that this time will lead to a beautiful outcome. Whether strong or weak, everyone will realize their ideals. In the end, you will acknowledge me."
Once, during an interstellar tour, Robin had been caught up in the fires of war, and he had nearly lost his sister.
Although Robin ultimately survived, and he did not lose the person most important to him,
that pain remained etched deep in his memory. Combined with all he had witnessed over the years, it gave him a profound understanding of the suffering of all beings in the universe.
The strong abusing the weak—this tacitly accepted dark law was something he could not accept.
There must be Order, so that the weak have something to rely on. He saw all living beings as lambs and would surely grant them a land flowing with milk and honey.
"But this is only your conjecture, isn't it?" Robin's gaze sharpened. "You intend to push forward alone, to impose your own dream upon all beings. You know this is nothing more than speculation."
"Wanting everyone to realize their ideals is simply naive—pure fantasy!"
"There is no perfection in this world. Forcing it will only bring greater regret."
"And when the grand drama of an Aeon's descent unfolds, how many mortals will suffer because of it?"
Aeons are not invincible, and there is more than one Aeon.
THEY are not omnipotent miracles, even if THEIR power stands far above all living beings.
Nous still seeks knowledge, Nanook strives toward Destruction, and Lan of The Hunt is still pursuing Yaoshi…
Even Aeons have things THEY cannot achieve—so how could THEY help mortals realize their wishes?
If there truly were an existence above the universe, one that could define its rules with a single word, then she would believe in the possibility of all wishes being fulfilled.
But clearly, the Aeon of Order was far from that level of greatness. Likewise, she believed the people of the Families were nowhere near capable of reviving an Aeon.
"Brother, if you wish to realize your ideal, then abandon this unrealistic notion." Robin extended her hand toward Sunday. "Join me, and stop the dangerous plan within the Families."
"They will not succeed. The greatness of an Aeon is not something mortals can presume to fathom. And even if they did succeed, it would not make the world better—it would only bring war to Penacony."
She believed her brother had been deceived, misled by treacherous people around him into harboring such detached-from-reality thoughts.
With her brother's wisdom, he should awaken soon enough.
"No one will die. No one will be hurt."
"You still don't understand. I cannot withdraw."
Sunday let out a sigh, his expression falling silent.
So, Robin had been trying to persuade him to surrender.
But he was the core of the Charmony Festival, the most crucial sacrificial key to reviving Order.
And he firmly believed in his own ideal. He would create a perfect dream of paradise, a place of escape for those suffering.
He could not withdraw. He would see it through to the end.
"I understand, Brother." Robin took a deep breath, her eyes resolute. "I will stop this farce, using every means at my disposal."
She thought of the mysterious Sol Mercer and said seriously, "I will pray to him—to spare your life in the end."
"Who?"
Sunday became alert in an instant.
To pray to someone—his sister had never been so humble.
And when he connected this with the news of Robin's death and her return from death, her sudden knowledge of so much, and her unwavering hostility toward him,
who was manipulating things behind the scenes, and what intentions did they have toward Robin?
Robin thought for a moment and said, "An observer drawn here by the Charmony Festival—a kind-hearted person who once extended a helping hand to me."
Sunday looked at Robin and reminded her with deep concern, "You must be careful. Don't be deceived."
A sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.
There is no love without reason in this world. Toward anyone who approached his sister, he never hesitated to assume the worst.
"Brother, the one who should be careful not to be deceived is you." Robin shook her head slightly and said earnestly. "Why believe in something that cannot be done at all? Why place the lives of countless people in Penacony on the Charmony Festival?"
"They are exploiting your ideals, deceiving and manipulating you with words."
She truly hoped her brother would turn back and join her in dealing with the mastermind behind the scenes.
As the head of the Oak Family, and like her, one favored by Harmony, her brother would be an invaluable ally.
With his help, Penacony's problems could be resolved effortlessly, and he could atone for his sins through merit.
"This is different."
Sunday spoke earnestly; his expression tinged with anxiety.
What was there for a man like him to be deceived about? At most, they were tempting him with ideals.
But Robin was so pure and beautiful—she should never be dragged into matters like this.
"There's no difference at all." Robin smiled faintly and said slyly. "Why don't you come with me? Then you'll feel at ease."
"Ah…"
Sunday sighed, his head aching terribly.
How could he go with Robin? He still had to become Dominicus.
Robin withdrew the hope from her expression, knowing her brother had made up his mind. "If you don't intend to arrest me, then I'll be leaving."
"Go on, follow your plan." Sunday looked at Robin, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes. "If you think you can stop me, then give it everything you have."
"In the final moment, you will see my resolve."
He had already decided that afterward, he would secretly follow Robin and see who was whispering poison into her ear.
How they wanted to deal with him was one thing—but they must never think of harming Robin.
"…."
Robin turned and walked away.
She would surely achieve great merit, enough to repay her brother's sins.
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