The Pepeshi rich merchant's tone was full of disdain. His words even carried contempt and scorn. Even so, as Bellboy, Sunday could not rebuke him and could only swallow his anger.
Seeing that Sunday did not reply and only frowned, the somewhat drunk Pepeshi rich merchant puffed out his chest and grew even more aggressive.
"I'm talking to you, chicken-wing head. Who doesn't know about the things your Family has done? Don't forget who the person that truly saved Penacony was!"
"Have you forgotten the Watchmaker? Heh, your Family is nothing but a bunch of outsiders, a bunch of despicable thieves who occupy the nest of others. Get lost. I'm not buying your act!"
"Those scriptures and such can only fool those Dreamchasers. Don't fool yourselves too, you pitiful fools."
After saying this, the Pepeshi rich merchant put his hands on his hips, walked around Sunday, and headed straight toward the paradise of beautiful dreams without looking back.
A voice that gradually faded into the distance followed.
"In the future, before you recite those useless scriptures again, think carefully first."
"The position your Oak Family enjoys today, the fact that you, the next Family Head, can sit here with food and clothing provided, high above others… what exactly does it rely on? Don't get the king and the ace mixed up anymore…"
Sunday: "…Hmph…"
Sunday's expression looked extremely unpleasant, but he could not refute it, because what the Pepeshi rich merchant said was correct. Everything they possessed now had simply been stolen from Penacony's father, the Watchmaker.
But…
Recalling those so-called "sinners" who had sincerely confessed, the rich merchant before him was the true evildoer. Yet the so-called Harmony had not…
A trace of confusion appeared in Sunday's eyes. Incomprehension and doubt filled his heart. Of course, there was even more questioning—questioning toward the Aeon, questioning toward the Harmony.
"Today's 'confessions' end here. Those who remain, please go back and rest."
Facing the long queue that resembled a dragon, Sunday stood up and left his post without looking back. He chose to turn a deaf ear to the curses and doubts coming from behind him.
After leaving the Dewlight Pavilion in 'reality,' Sunday raised his head and gazed at the setting sun hanging precariously in the sky. For the first time, he asked with utmost seriousness and solemnity toward the great existence enthroned high above.
"O soul of triple aspects, please heed my question…"
As the words left his mouth, the power of Harmony within Sunday surged uncontrollably, swirling around the young man.
In his mind, the figure of the Pepeshi rich merchant flashed by—arrogant, conceited…
"If the power of the strong can cover up sins, then who can deliver judgment upon them?"
In Sunday's mind, the figure of the Pepeshi rich merchant shattered. In its place appeared a dejected middle-aged man who, in order to come to Penacony and continue surviving, had sold his own children.
"If the weak must pay any price to survive, then who can give them a promise?"
The scene in his consciousness changed again. This time it was the Halovian servant who had diligently served the family for decades, the pure and kind person who lost sleep and appetite over a small mistake.
"If even the purest and kindest souls can commit faults, then who can give them comfort and care?"
...…
Thud, thud, thud…
Returning their view to the stage, the battle between the Express crew and "Was, Is, and Ever Shall Be" had entered its final white-hot phase.
As creations of the Order and puppets of the Order, although they did not possess Sunday's great power, they were not existences that could be easily defeated either.
Himeko swung the weapon case in her hand. Sharp blades emerged from within the case, ruthlessly slicing the body of "Is" under her control.
"Rules are meant to be broken!"
Beside Himeko, Stelle held her baseball bat. The power of Preservation within her body surged. In an instant, a huge white spiked club was formed.
The girl swung her weapon and fiercely wrestled with "Ever Shall Be," who wielded a "water pipe." For a moment, the two were evenly matched.
Looking further back, Misha held her "broom" and faced "Was" together with March 7th.
"Come taste this lady's power!"
March 7th leaped high, drew her bow, and shot an ice-crystal arrow full of chill from her composite bow.
During flight, the arrow split and shattered, turning into a rain of ice that enveloped "Was." In an instant, it froze the puppet into a block of ice.
Ultimate Technique—Ice Engraving Arrow Rain!
"Senior, now!"
Seeing her attack lock down "Was"'s movements, March 7th shouted to Misha beside her. The other party understood and immediately swung the "broom" toward the opponent.
"Take this!"
Like swinging a longsword, the "broom" whistled through the air in Misha's hands. Several flashes of blade light passed by, and "Was" shattered into several pieces, collapsing onto the ground.
"So, so amazing!"
Seeing this scene, March 7th's eyes widened as she couldn't help exclaiming.
Was this the power of a former Nameless senior? Even using a "broom," she could still unleash power like a longsword. That was too strong!
Just as March 7th stared intently at Misha and sighed inwardly, the girl's expression suddenly changed. Her gaze fixed rigidly on the changes in Misha's body.
"This is… eh, it looks like this body won't last much longer."
Misha was slightly stunned, then looked at her own palm.
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