Who Apologizes by Sending Money...? Though I'm Not Complaining

After getting out of the car, the two of them passed more than a dozen security checkpoints, large and small, before finally reaching the hotel lobby.

"Penacony, The Festivity—the largest and most luxurious amusement park in the universe—we're here!" After celebrating for a moment, Little March 7th turned around and started complaining again.

"I never expected the entry procedures to be this complicated... I was even worried they'd insist on taking out the Stellaron inside you for inspection."

"Just entry procedures... I don't think there's any need to bare my heart and soul..."

Star Girl's deadpan remark made countless people laugh again.

"But with security this strict, there's no need to worry about the amusement park's safety."

March 7th nodded in agreement, then raised her head with sparkling eyes to admire the hotel's luxurious interior. "...This hotel lobby is way too spectacular!"

"Are all those densely packed rooms guest rooms? How many people must be staying here?!"

March 7th's exclamation was especially adorable.

Countless players could feel the joy and excitement in Little March 7th's heart through her cute voice.

"Come on, come on! Uncle Yang and the others must be lining up at the front desk already. Let's go meet up with them!"

The two happily searched the lobby for Himeko and Old Yang.

Just then, a gray-haired young man approached them.

He gave a slight bow, his bearing impeccably proper.

"Welcome to the Daydream Hotel. May you have an unforgettable holiday experience! If you wish to check in, please proceed directly to the hotel front desk."

Clearly, the young man was one of the hotel's attendants.

But...

Star Girl recognized him.

He was one of the people who had appeared in her dream during the Astral Express's warp.

That was the problem.

Why had she dreamed of him