"But... absolutely not by changing in the way you demand."
"The Festivity could never, and would never, return to being a lawless dream-chasing land where the strong preyed on the weak."
As he spoke, Sunday's gaze fell on Stelle again.
"You fought your way through every trial. You should have felt the shadow of that era from the script: the weak were mercilessly eliminated, equality was nowhere to be found, and amid brutal competition, people struggled to survive from one day to the next..."
"In the end, only heroes like you could achieve success."
"Tell me, Stelle—if you didn't have the special identity granted by the Stellaron, if you were merely one frail member of the masses... which kind of Penacony would you prefer?"
"A savage land where only the fittest survived, or a Sweet Dream where everyone could find happiness?"
Stelle lowered her eyes in thought, then honestly shook her head. "I don't know. Why are you asking me that?"
March 7th: "...That's not the point! Don't let him lead you around!"
That was true.
This was not the time to worry about that...
What mattered most... was Welt and Ms. Robin's safety.
Himeko stepped forward. "Mr. Sunday, I'm afraid this isn't the time to wax poetic about Penacony's past and future—"
"Why don't you tell us exactly what happened during that meeting first? Then we can understand what Ms. Robin and Welt went through that prevented them from arriving as promised."
"Heh~ Very well. That was exactly my intention." Sunday smiled faintly. "Now that everyone is here, let us begin with that meeting—"
"Let us discuss our predicament and our choices, our respective ideals and beliefs..."
The scene shifted back to the time when the three of them met the Dream Master.
Robin told the Dream Master