"In those carefree days, one day, we siblings picked up a tiny Harmony Dove."
"It was a fledgling, so small that its feathers had not even fully grown, let alone fly into the sky."
"So, we immediately decided to build a nest for this little Harmony Dove. However, we soon hesitated."
"Because that year's winter was truly too cold, and the wind in the courtyard was very strong. If we left it in the courtyard, this little Harmony Dove would absolutely not survive the winter."
Accompanying Sunday's voice, the images on the screen continued to play. The tiny siblings held the still-juvenile Harmony Dove, helping each other stand up. At this point, the image on the screen paused.
"Thus, we siblings agreed to first bring it home to raise. Only when it could rely on its own strength to soar into the sky would we release it back to nature."
"At this moment, the life and death of this fledgling rested in the hands of us siblings. Now, I hand the right to choose over to all of you."
"I want to know how you Nameless guests would choose in this situation?"
After the question was posed, two options gradually emerged on the screens before everyone. Golden text, like brands, covered the picture of the little Harmony Dove, as if the choice that decided its fate that day was truly replaying in reality once more.
『Build a nest for the Harmony Dove in its original spot using soft padding』
or
『Why build two kinds—carefully raise it in a warm room with meticulous care』
"I look forward to your answers."
Facing Sunday's question, everyone present was somewhat puzzled. What did he mean by this? Throwing such abrupt questions at them—was there some other intention?
"Stelle, what do you think Sunday means? Asking us questions out of nowhere like this—does he have some ulterior motive?"
March 7th whispered into Stelle's ear.
"My dear grandma, don't ask me. I don't know either."
Facing March 7th's words, Stelle helplessly spread her hands.
Asking me, the Galactic Baseballer? You really asked the wrong person. You don't know what he means, and you think I do? Although she was unwilling to admit it, Stelle felt that their sisters' intelligence levels were probably about the same.
"Tsk, then let's answer these questions first and see what tricks this guy is trying to pull."
March 7th smacked her lips, looked at the options on the screen, pondered for a moment, then softly said into Stelle's ear:
"I think we should choose to build a birdcage for it. If we leave it in its original spot, after a heavy snowfall, that little Harmony Dove's life would probably be gone."
"Auntie Himeko, what about you?"
Stelle turned her inquiring gaze toward Himeko.
Himeko: "It looks like he really intends to play a choice game with us. That's fine. We'll play along. If we only consider the question itself, I would also choose to build a birdcage for the little one."
"I think the same. If we only look at the question, the second option is clearly the most reasonable one."
This time the speaker was Misha, the embodiment of Mikhail, who also gave her opinion.
At this point, the four people present had reached a unified opinion. They all agreed that 'building a birdcage for the little Harmony Dove' was the optimal solution to this problem.
After receiving everyone's unanimous agreement, Stelle stepped forward first and lightly opened her lips:
"We choose to build a birdcage for the little Harmony Dove."
After receiving Stelle's answer, the images on the screen continued to play.
It was an ideal scene. The siblings brought the little Harmony Dove home, built a birdcage for it, and meticulously raised and cared for it. In the spring of the following year, under bright sunshine, the little Harmony Dove once again soared into the sky.
"I am deeply gratified by the answers from you Nameless guests. This also proves that there is still room for communication and negotiation between us."
"Then let us proceed to the second story. This time, it is the story of a Dreamchaser."
The footage continued. The story of the little Harmony Dove came to a temporary end. This time, what appeared on the screen was an adult Sunday standing in front of a window door emitting brilliant light, listening to the confession of a kneeling man.
"This is a story from when I served as 'Bellboy.' At that time, I had not yet held such a high position as the head of the Oak Family."
"'Bellboy' is a position unique to the Oak Family, primarily responsible for guiding and redeeming dream residents in distress. It was during that period that I truly felt the complexity of human nature."
In the screen's image, a somewhat disheveled and distressed middle-aged man knelt before Sunday, humbly and remorsefully recounting his own story.
This middle-aged man was a Dreamchaser and also a stowaway.
He yearned for the beautiful dream life and paid a price that, for ordinary people, could be called exhausting everything he had.
He sold everything in his house—house, land, jewelry, and even his own flesh and blood.
This pitiful yet hateful middle-aged man defended himself by saying he was unable to raise them, and that becoming slaves would at least let them continue living.
"How tragic. At that time I was still young, my vision too shallow. When I learned that this stowaway was wanted by his family, I requested the Bloodhound Family to stop the pursuit. However, this self-righteous act of kindness later caused irreparable bitter consequences."
"As for what those bitter consequences were, before I tell you the answer, I want to first hear your thoughts."
Just like before, two lines of golden text appeared again on the screen, covering Sunday's handsome profile.
『Request the Bloodhounds to stop the search and let that Dreamchaser survive』
or
『Remain silent and let him linger on until the final judgment descends』
"I look forward to your choices. Perhaps your thoughts can avert this tragedy."
As Sunday's voice fell, the four people present once again fell into entanglement and conflict.
"Wow! This person is so excessive! He actually sold his own children and exhausted everything just to come live in Penacony. That's way too much!"
March 7th put her hands on her hips, then angrily waved her little fists to express her dissatisfaction and indignation.
Misha: "…Is Penacony's dream really that intoxicating? However, no matter how grandly he speaks, I still cannot accept his choice."
"The story of the Dreamchaser, upholding kindness—perhaps I would choose to give him a hand."
After pondering for a moment, Himeko rested her chin on her hand and gave an answer different from Stelle and Misha.
"But according to Sunday's words, it was precisely this kind of choice that later led to irreparable bitter consequences. What exactly… is that bitter consequence?"