Robin didn't know what to do about someone so spineless appearing in her own Family.
On one hand, she was glad this person had joined her side. On the other, she was glad he hadn't encountered anyone else who could threaten him. But what she was most glad about was how unpopular the Family's rule truly was.
The wooden-headed fellow had clearly come to terms with it. He spoke with an air of resignation, "I know about the Stellaron Hunters. With such powerful armed external support, I would have wanted to join the Stellaron Hunters long ago!"
Firefly covered her face, trying to make everyone forget her identity.
She truly hadn't expected the Stellaron Hunters to be so much more effective than the factions Stelle had mentioned earlier. If she had known the Stellaron Hunters' name was so renowned, why would she have needed to hide and act like a stowaway?
[Where's my ride! Where's my ride! Quick, ask her where my ride went!]
Stelle temporarily blocked out her big brother's clamoring. She had to deal with the current matter first.
She also hadn't expected the young Dreamweaver to be so dramatic. The moment he heard the name "Stellaron Hunters," he immediately declared he was joining the outlaws.
Stelle felt they couldn't so easily trust the young Dreamweaver's actions. They had to exert some form of control over him. So, she said to Robin, "Do you have a way to 'Harmonize' him?"
"Huh? Me? Harmonize him?!"
Robin felt her Harmony abilities weren't as effective as Stelle's. At least, Stelle's Harmony ability had easily controlled the Dreamweaver's emotions in an instant.
She recalled her brother's abilities and knew that this so-called 'Harmony' was using the power of 'Harmony' to perform a so-called 'holy baptism'.
To put it bluntly, it was using the power of Harmony for interrogation and control.
"I know, I know, people from the Oak Family love to do this! Come on!"
The wooden-headed Dreamweaver fellow was clearly used to this. He spread his arms, indicating he had given up everything and was ready to accept the Oak Family's holy baptism.
Robin had never met someone so obedient and useful.
Thanks to her brother's meticulous 'tuning' of all of Penacony, Robin was able to gain such a useful subordinate right from the start.
Stelle looked at Robin expectantly, waiting for her to deliver the final blow.
Robin surveyed the current situation.
Black Swan wore a playful smile, simply watching in silence. Acheron was even more direct; she held her sword, closed her eyes, and acted as if she wasn't watching at all.
As for Firefly and Stelle, they were also just watching Robin, awaiting her decision.
Robin hesitated for a long time, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to say to the Dreamweaver, "Have you... heard the declaration of the Harmony Order Party?"
"What I can do, others can also do; what I cannot do, others also cannot do; and what cannot be done due to practical constraints, we must all discuss and do together."
"I want to build an organization founded on this same ideal, and I need people who look forward to the advent of this ideal to act for it."
"Will you... join us?!"
The Dreamweaver had already prepared himself for the reality of having his emotions and memories altered. He never expected Robin to say such words to him.
This left the Dreamweaver at a loss for a moment, confused by a development that completely contradicted his expectations.
"What? What's going on?"
"Aren't you all just vying for power within the Penacony Family, and you've hired these outsiders to fight and kill alongside your own people?"
The Dreamweaver was bewildered, bewildered by Robin's voluntary relinquishment of the 'power' in her hands.
Stelle's eyes bulged as she stared at Robin in shock.
Stelle had never in a million years imagined that this was what the Family looked like in the eyes of a Dreamweaver.
A pang of pain hit Robin's heart. She couldn't believe this was the Family's image within Penacony.
Especially these Dreamweavers, who were on the front lines of the Family's strictest control, had developed such a terrifying psychological deviation.
No wonder her singing voice grew hoarser by the day. With Penacony in such a state, how could this be worthy of the first group of people who resisted and sacrificed?
"Are there many in the Dreamweaver teams who think like you?"
Robin's question was rather ironic; the Dreamweaver even suspected she was deliberately playing dumb.
He was silent for a long while before speaking: "We start from the 'Dawn Moment.' In Penacony's factory district lies the 'Morning Glow Factory,' which processes the foundation of the dreamscape. The people there exert their imagination day after day to create this Penacony."
"Actually, when you asked me why I made Penacony like this, we already had the answer in our hearts."
"Those dreamscape Memoria manifested using Memoria are just like that. For the personnel responsible for imagination, living in forgotten corners..."
"To them, this is already the most beautiful thing in the dreamscape. The imagination they produce stops here, so the raw materials we can use also stop here."
"If it weren't for your arrival... I would never have dreamed that the world outside the cosmos is so similar to the world in the dreams of us Penacony people. That in the world outside, the Penacony of dreams is actually the normal state of reality."
"Hahahaha..."
"Hahahahahahahaha..."
As the Dreamweaver spoke, he broke down into hysterical laughter, as if laughing at himself for being the clown who thought this was the happiest dream world.
The biggest blow Stelle dealt him wasn't denying his imagination, but making him realize that the life he imagined was merely the normal state of life for others in the universe.
There is nothing more despairing than this bone-chilling comparison with reality.
"'The Golden Hour' is Penacony's most luxurious dreamscape, gathering all sorts of treasures from across the galaxy... Hahaha, that's the introduction to Penacony's most prosperous dreamscape."
"It's ridiculous, so ridiculous! You bastards from the Oak Family! You're all lying to us! All of you are lying to us!!!!"
"What beautiful dream? To others, it's just a common sight all over the universe."
"And this is supposed to be the beautiful dream built by the people of Penacony. This is supposed to be the absolute best life they could possibly imagine."
"Hahaha, hahahaha, hahaha..."
"Wuwu, wu..."
"We, I... we do all this..."
"Who is it for? What is it for... What is it for..."
At this moment, not a single person in their group could easily answer the Dreamweaver's question.
Indeed. Who was it for? What was it for?
Robin had originally thought this was just a dispute over the Family's internal direction, a conflict between Harmony and anti-Harmony.
However, the truth told Robin that this was not the case.
The problems hidden within Penacony were far more terrifying than she had ever imagined.