Although teasing Welt was quite interesting, the restrictions were too great when acting together with him. Therefore, Twilight still used some means to slip away from his side.
The superficial goal was, of course, to settle scores with Sparkle—however, she had always been kind-hearted and had no intention of actually eliminating this troublemaker. Otherwise, if Twilight flipped the table and turned the entire Penacony upside down, Sparkle, unless she hugged Aha's thigh, would definitely suffer defeat like a bratty kid in her hands.
As for the actual purpose… it was simply to play pitiful and explode with gold coins. After all, as a four-month-old elder, it was time for her to consider her own funeral arrangements…
In the bustling Penacony, Twilight looked around while weaving through the crowd, but gradually her steps slowed down, finally stopping in a secluded corner.
"…"
Silently, Twilight placed her hand over her chest, standing expressionlessly on the spot, as if suddenly spacing out.
It hasn't even been two days, and the illness struck again, and the intensity was even worse than last time. It feels like the deterioration is faster than expected.
At this rate, she probably wouldn't be able to hide it before leaving Penacony… Sigh, it seemed the Express crew's wish to have a good vacation in Penacony wouldn't be realized this time.
Twilight sighed inwardly.
This wasn't her fault. She would try her best to endure it so as not to disturb everyone's mood, just like a sick cat wouldn't meow to attract attention because of pain, but would just sit silently in a corner—if everyone on the Express crew was careless, maybe they wouldn't even notice.
But in that case, maybe they would explode with more gold coins after she died, which didn't seem bad either…
However, just as Twilight was standing there zoning out, she suddenly sensed an uninvited guest silently approaching her.
Yo, isn't this Sunday bro, who dreams of turning the entire universe from a two-day weekend to a seven-day weekend? Instead of secretly working on his Dream of Ena, why did he sneak over to her side?
Although she had always sensed this guy peeking before, he actually showed himself directly this time.
Twilight thought for a moment and felt that maybe he was here to drive her away… After all, for Sunday and the Dreamweavers of the Family who wanted to revive the Aeon of Order, the presence of an overly powerful existence staying in Penacony would only bring unstable factors to their plans.
Just like in the original plot, Acheron was driven out of Penacony by the Dreamweavers because of her strength and the Path of Nihility.
Twilight had never hidden the power within her, and her deeds on Jarilo-VI were already known to interested parties in the universe… An Emanator belonging to the Astral Express indeed didn't quite fit with their stagnant beautiful dream.
But Trailblaze wasn't as extreme as Nihility, and she hadn't poked a hole in the sky of Penacony's dreamscape with a single strike yet. The Family didn't need to be so petty, right?
…Sigh, if she transformed into the Path of Order in front of them, would these remnants of Ena's followers' favorability towards her, an Emanator of Order, skyrocket? Twilight felt like she had discovered a bug that could exploit energy. If it worked, wouldn't this be farming a huge wave of wool for free?
Sunday didn't know that Twilight, who appeared calm to the point of being blank, was already contemplating whether she could turn the scythe of harvesting leeks onto them. He just subconsciously frowned.
Indeed, he was monitoring Twilight. The fact that the Astral Express had added an Emanator member was no longer a secret among the major galactic factions.
Although the Family embraced all, for the sake of their plan, sometimes asking certain existences that affected other guests to leave was a necessary measure… Ordinary people couldn't do this. If they really wanted to expel an Emanator, only the Dreamweavers themselves could possibly do it, and this wasn't a decision that could be made lightly.
Therefore, Sunday's current responsibility was to confirm whether it was necessary to expel Twilight, or even the entire Astral Express crew, from the dream world.
Originally, his heart was actually leaning towards letting Twilight leave. After all, she didn't seem like a peaceful person. Just because that Masked Fool tricked her companion a bit, she was searching all over Penacony for the culprit, looking like she was preparing to commit a murder case in this Planet of Festivities…
Such unrestrained strong individuals shouldn't affect the beautiful dreams of the weak. Driving away this unstable factor was the best choice—Sunday originally thought so, but now he found that things seemed different from what he imagined…
Although there was nothing unusual on the surface, Sunday had previously served as a [Choir] for quite some time. This role, similar to a priest in a confessional, allowed him to meet too many people, enabling him to notice that Twilight's actual condition didn't seem very good.
Was she sick, or was it some other reason?
Sunday narrowed his eyes slightly. Regardless, this seemed like an opportunity.
Previously, he couldn't find a suitable reason to approach and probe her. Now, the reason had presented itself… Using the power of Harmony for resonance, perhaps he could even find some intelligence about the Express crew and the Corporation. Besides, he was just offering help out of kindness, the Astral Express people couldn't find fault with it.
After a brief thought, Sunday no longer hesitated and silently arrived beside Twilight.
"Esteemed guest, you don't look very well."
Sunday maintained his usual smile, expressing polite and gentle concern: "Don't panic, please relax…"
Using sound for resonance to influence others' mental state—this was Robin's specialty, but it didn't mean Sunday, her brother, wasn't skilled in it.
And in the process of using Harmony's resonance to attune another person's mental state, it was unavoidable to accidentally see some memory fragments from the other person's mind.
Sunday didn't even dare to use this trick directly on the Corporation's representative, Aventurine. After all, if he really saw some corporate secrets, it would be a big problem.
Then let me see, who exactly are you, and what is the purpose of the Astral Express—
Feeling the power emanating from Sunday, Twilight was directly amused.
Sunday bro, oh Sunday bro, clearly you don't know what happened after Black Swan recklessly barged into Acheron's mind. Even Memokeepers specializing in this field can crash and burn by provoking someone they shouldn't, yet you, a Harmony traitor, dare to play like this?
Harmony, right? Resonance, right?
Sigh, I wonder if you can handle this secret weapon. Don't get hurt into becoming an idiot…
The power attempting to connect with Twilight's mind only synchronized for an instant before being immediately cut off. Sunday stood frozen on the spot, his eyes vacant, just short of babbling incoherently.
That's it?
Twilight smirked inwardly. Just a little trash without pain control.