"Eh? Mikhail is the 'Watchmaker'?!"
Upon hearing this, both March 7th and Stelle showed shocked expressions. The Father of Penacony, the renowned 'Watchmaker'—he was actually a Nameless!
"Yes, Miss Himeko guessed correctly. Mikhail is the 'Watchmaker,' and I…"
Misha paused for a moment, then revealed a calm smile on his face.
"As a microcosm of Mikhail's entire life, I am the 'Watchmaker's' legacy—the legacy he left for you Nameless ones."
"The legacy is… a person?"
March 7th was somewhat confused. She had guessed that the Watchmaker's legacy would be some powerful weapon, like the 'Hunt Arrow' Yun Fan had once given her—that thing was a massive killing tool, capable of shooting down Phantylia's body constructed from the Ambrosial Arbor's roots with just one arrow.
Of course, she had also thought the legacy might be a huge fortune, enough to directly buy a small star system.
But what she never expected—and what the entire Astral Express crew never expected—was that the 'Watchmaker's' legacy would actually be a 'person.'
"Hmm, to be precise, the 'Watchmaker's' legacy was actually just a smokescreen. It wasn't the weapon, wealth, or rare materials that outsiders guessed. Strictly speaking, this legacy does not exist."
"Mikhail's true legacy was a Memebubble, and I was born from it."
Misha patiently explained his identity and the so-called 'Watchmaker's' legacy to everyone. After a moment, his gaze swept across the women present.
"Miss Himeko, since you are all from the Astral Express, I will tell you all about the conspiracy behind this grand event."
"The reason Mikhail left this legacy was actually to resolve some internal turmoil in Penacony—or rather, the disharmonious notes."
"That… disharmonious note named [Order]…"
— — — —
The next day… Penacony Dreamscape, Dewlight Pavilion…
"You want to meet that company person here?"
Dreammaster Gopher Wood looked at Sunday, who stood by the window gazing at the rays of spring sunlight outside, and spoke in a low voice.
"Yes. Since he is from the company, meeting him here is not improper. It is not yet time to completely fall out with the company. Before the 'Dream of Taichi' is completed and before the great momentum of [Order] is fully accumulated, we must try our best not to antagonize any faction."
Sunday smiled gently, then withdrew his gaze from outside the window and spoke to the night raven on the table.
"I'm a bit puzzled. Why did you choose to threaten the two Erudition Emanators with force, yet treat this minor 'Stoneheart' with courtesy?"
In Gopher Wood's view, there was no need to go to such lengths for a mere P45-level company employee. Compared to two complete Emanators, a person who only held one-tenth of an Emanator's authority was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.
"Heh, teacher, you are the one confused as an insider."
Sunday chuckled softly and shook his head slightly, displaying an elegant scholarly demeanor.
"The two Erudition Emanators possess formidable strength, but compared to seizing power, they value the research significance of [Order] more."
"After all, since 'Taichi' fell, no one has reached Emanator level on the Order Path again. Therefore, even if I threaten them slightly, it won't touch their bottom line."
"As for the company's people… they are a bunch of vampires. They are always staring intently at Penacony, just waiting for us to show any weakness."
"Hahahaha…!"
Hearing Sunday's words, Dreammaster Gopher Wood burst into loud laughter. He flapped his wings and suddenly flew up until he was level with Sunday's line of sight.
"Good, good! As expected of the person I chose!" Gopher Wood nodded in satisfaction. Although the action looked slightly awkward coming from a night raven, it didn't matter.
As the Dreammaster of Penacony, how could Gopher Wood not understand the reasons and logic behind this? He simply wanted to test Sunday, to test the executor of the 'Dream of Taichi' plan.
"Hm?"
Just as Gopher Wood was laughing heartily, a strange fluctuation suddenly came from within the [Order] barrier.
Mobilizing the Path power in his body, Sunday's divine sense looked toward the source of the fluctuation. After clearly seeing the culprit behind the fluctuation, the corners of Sunday's mouth curved into a faint smile.
"It seems our guest has arrived."
At the same time, outside Dewlight Pavilion…
Sunday and Aventurine arrived at the entrance of Dewlight Pavilion as agreed. Looking at the huge building before them—simple yet luxurious—Aventurine, despite his broad experience, couldn't help but sigh.
"The head of the Oak Family really knows how to enjoy himself. Constructing such a magnificent building is extremely difficult even in the dreamscape. Yet who would have thought that in reality, there is actually an identical building?"
Hearing Aventurine's words, Ratio gave him a rather strange look. This odd gaze made Aventurine feel very uncomfortable.
After a few seconds, Aventurine finally couldn't stand Ratio's stare any longer.
"Professor, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing, I was just surprised. I didn't expect you to say something that mixed emotion with praise."
Aventurine: "..."
Mr. Kakavasha felt somewhat speechless. What exactly did Ratio take him for? He was clearly a fine young man, a role model of the era, alright?
"No more idle talk. Since we have an appointment with Mr. Sunday here, let's go in. The sooner we finish, the sooner I can go back."
"Eh, Professor, you really lack a sense of humor."
Aventurine helplessly spread his hands. Ratio was good in every way—good looks, wealth, talent.
But his personality… one could only say that Professor Ratio was a very boring person, far too rigid.
Thinking this, Mr. Aventurine stepped forward and gently knocked on the door of Dewlight Pavilion.
One second… two seconds… three seconds…
About ten-plus seconds passed, but the door of Dewlight Pavilion remained completely motionless, standing firmly in place just as before.
Aventurine frowned slightly. After examining the tightly closed door once more, he spoke with a hint of puzzlement in his tone.
"Strange, why is there no response? Could it be that Sunday isn't inside?"