Dreammaster Gopher Wood was dead.
Truly dead this time.
And with that—
The Stellaron was successfully sealed away.
At least in the future, Penacony would no longer face the threat of another Stellaron crisis.
The Planet of Festivities could continue existing safely.
But...
Had everything really been resolved that easily?
No.
Not even close.
Gopher Wood had once said—
"Order must never repeat Harmony's mistakes."
So what exactly did that sentence mean?
What secrets were hidden within the sacred land of the Harmonic Choir?
Xipe, the Aeon of Harmony, was known as the Thousand-Faced God.
Which meant—
The Aeon who stood beside you as an ally today,
Could just as easily become your most terrifying enemy tomorrow.
Of course—
That was a matter for the future.
Back to the present.
Now that Sunday had finally awakened,
He still looked somewhat dazed as he stared at the people before him.
The Emanator who had caused chaos in Dewlight Pavilion and threatened both him and Mr. Gopher Wood.
The two Nameless he had met before.
And...
His younger sister.
Robin...
"Brother!"
The moment she saw Sunday wake up,
Robin hurried over immediately.
Checking him here, touching him there—
Making sure her brother hadn't suffered any hidden injuries.
And after feeling around for a bit—
She discovered his body wasn't seriously harmed.
It was just that after being forcefully separated from Divine Sunday—
Most of his power had disappeared.
Leaving him considerably weakened.
"Stop checking already."
Evan waved casually from the side.
"This guy forcefully tore himself back out of Order's body."
"He's currently in an extremely weakened state."
"Honestly, even Little March could probably overpower him right now."
"..."
March 7th immediately stomped hard on Evan's foot.
Then glared at him with both hands on her hips.
The meaning in her eyes was crystal clear—
Who are you calling weak?!
"Robin..."
"Brother!"
When Robin called out to him again,
Sunday lowered his head silently without looking up.
Although it was Dreammaster Gopher Wood who had forcibly seized control of his consciousness—
The truth remained that their ideals had resonated perfectly.
Otherwise—
Gopher Wood could never have manipulated his body so easily or summoned the Philosophical Child.
Still—
The plan had undeniably failed.
"Alright."
"Now that you're awake, you should already understand what happened before, right?"
"Sunday. The Philosophical Child. The Twin Children of Order."
The moment those words were spoken—
Robin's expression grew complicated.
Only recently had she learned what that title truly meant.
The so-called Twin Children of Order—
Were two children personally selected by Gopher Wood from the Halovian survivors of war.
The two most likely to become IV-Class Harmonic Conductors.
As long as the Charmony Festival succeeded in summoning the Harmonious Choir—
Their plan would be complete.
The willpower of over a hundred thousand Oak Family members—
Would be enough to envelop all of Penacony.
And if utilized correctly—
As long as no outside interference appeared—
Everything would have succeeded.
But despite all their calculations—
They forgot about the Watchmaker.
The various factions drawn here by the Watchmaker's legacy—
Ultimately became the key to shattering Ena's Dream.
And more importantly—
They encountered a freakishly abnormal Emanator like Evan.
A multi-Path Emanator.
Honestly—
That alone was outrageous enough.
Robin quietly looked at her brother, silently waiting for his answer.
But after a long while—
None came.
"I..."
"I lost."
Sunday finally spoke in a low voice.
"Even with the will of a hundred thousand Oak Family members... I still failed."
"On the path of seizing the power of Order..."
"I failed."
As a Halovian,
Harmony's blessing had always flowed through his blood.
Though defeated—
Sunday still hadn't completely abandoned his convictions.
When he was young,
The first time he entered Penacony Grand Theater—
The dazzling lights behind the curtains looked like divine radiance to him.
Years later—
After becoming head of the Oak Family and returning to the theater—
He finally realized the truth.
That so-called divine light—
Was nothing more than the glow of a Stellaron.
Sunday let out a bitter laugh.
How could he possibly face Robin now?
At this point—
He was the sinner of all Penacony.
He couldn't allow himself to drag Robin's reputation down with him.
Soon—
Evan walked over and looked directly at him.
"Mr. Sunday."
"In this conflict between Order and Harmony..."
"You lost."
"If things had gone according to the original outcome, you'd probably already be in IPC custody by now."
"But fortunately for you—"
"We got to you first."
Sunday fell silent.
After a while, however, he slowly raised his head and looked toward Evan and Robin.
"What do you want from me?"
"Even if I lost..."
"I refuse to become anyone's puppet."
"..."
Evan blinked.
"Why does everything have to involve puppets?"
"After discussing it, we decided on your punishment already."
"Punishment?"
Sunday asked quietly.
"What punishment?"
"We're stripping away your divinity."
"And sending you down into the world of ordinary people."
"Old Yang said you're still someone worth walking the Trailblaze for."
"So he told us not to kill you."
"Besides... Gopher Wood already took most of the blame anyway."
Evan shrugged.
To be fair—
For someone as experienced as Welt,
Morality was something flexible.
Although Sunday was technically one of Order's remnants—
At the final moment, it truly was Gopher Wood's consciousness that seized his body completely.
Sunday had merely been too arrogant.
Too self-righteous.
But he was never truly evil.
Perhaps in Welt's eyes—
Only people like Otto Apocalypse—
Or Lord Ravager Phantylia—
Qualified as genuinely unforgivable monsters.
"Then what's the price?"
Sunday asked quietly.
"The price?"
Evan grinned.
"The price is you."
"Penacony will erase your accomplishments."
"And you'll personally embark on an entirely new journey."
"In the name of Trailblaze—"
"You'll continue the dreams Mikhail and the others couldn't finish."
"Of course..."
"Whether you choose to stay here or leave for another world—"
"We'll give you time to decide."
"When we return next time, hopefully you'll already have your answer."
Sunday fell silent in thought.
Then slowly looked toward Robin.
Her eyes held only concern.
She had never once suspected her brother of being the traitor within the Family.
He still remembered the letter Robin once wrote—
Determined to uncover the true culprit within the Family.
She probably never imagined—
That her own brother was the dissonance within Order itself.
Sunday lowered his head again.
Mikhail.
The Watchmaker.
Of course he knew those names.
Even Gopher Wood had always avoided speaking of them.
And he knew exactly how much they sacrificed for Penacony.
"I understand now..."
"But the IPC..."
"Their goal has always been this Planet of Festivities."
"And now that the Oak Family has collapsed, they'll definitely take advantage of the situation."
Sunday spoke worriedly.
"You don't need to worry about that."
Evan waved dismissively.
"What the IPC wants is a useful Planet of Festivities."
"As for the mess happening here—"
"They'll clean it up faster than anyone else."
To the IPC—
Everything that happened on Penacony barely qualified as trouble.
After all—
This was the Interastral Peace Corporation.
The single largest monopoly spanning nearly every industry in the cosmos.
Public opinion?
Scandals?
Those things meant absolutely nothing to them.
As long as they secured Penacony's shares—
The IPC could erase this entire incident from galactic discourse without spending much effort at all.
That—
Was the IPC's power.
That—
Was how they operated.
Controlling narratives?
Please.
The IPC dealt with "public opinion" before it even had the chance to become public.
Evan's words finally caused Sunday to fall completely silent.
He wasn't stupid.
He understood perfectly well—
The Nameless spared him because they wanted him to restore Mikhail's name.
And to spread the truth of what the three Nameless had sacrificed for Penacony.
What exactly did Mikhail's dream of Penacony look like?
Sunday still didn't know.
But—
The lofty Oak Family head known as Sunday was gone now.
All that remained—
Was an ordinary man who had stepped down from his pedestal and entered the crowd.
He quietly removed the halo above his head.
And walked toward the world below.
This time—
He would never disappoint his sister again.
[Ding Ding Ding! Congratulations, Host! Hidden Treasure Chest detected!]
[Would you like to plunder it?]
Hm?
The moment Evan stepped out of Sunday's temporary holding room—
The familiar voice of the treasure-hunting system rang out beside his ear again.
At this point—
Dreamflux Reef had mostly returned to normal.
Even after Gallagher's departure,
The place never collapsed.
It still floated opposite the massive Memoria Void.
That gigantic black sun-like abyss—
Was the very thing supporting and generating the entire dream world.
Countless fragments of memoria continuously poured from within.
And nobody truly knew what existed at the center of that void.
Though one thing remained unchanged—
People here still disliked members of the Family.
Especially after the Oak Family pulled off something this insane.
Their reputation had absolutely tanked.
And just as Evan walked out—
He immediately sensed the hidden treasure chest nearby.
"Plunder it."
[Ding Ding Ding! Golden Treasure Chest acquired! Would you like to open it?]
"Open."
[Congratulations, Host!]
[You have obtained Fate-series Noble Phantasm: Enkidu — The Chains of Heaven!]
[The item has been placed into your inventory. Please check it yourself!]
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