"It really is rare for you to invite me here."
The speaker was a man wearing sunglasses. He was dressed in formal tails, with a somewhat casually worn half-top hat on his head. In his hand was a cane entwined with two lifelike snake sculptures, and he sat rather casually in a white chair with a semicircular backrest.
Across from him sat a woman dressed like an aristocratic lady, wearing a classically lavish gown. Beautiful and properly attired, she was dignified and elegant. At that moment, she gently lifted the tea prepared by a maid and took a small sip.
"I invited you here this time because I hope to receive your assistance."
The woman dressed as an aristocratic lady spoke in a soft, ethereal, pleasant voice. She did not sound like an elderly woman at all; instead, she had the feeling of a maiden.
The man remained unmoved and did not lift the tea before him. He turned his gaze toward the sun beyond the parasol and sighed. "This dreamlike ability really is impressive. It feels more real than even the most advanced Virtual Worlds today."
"Human dreams are echoes of memory and the subconscious—mysterious and unpredictable. Even gods cannot fully decipher them." The woman leisurely cut into the small cake on her plate. "As long as one controls dreams, anything can be done. Even creating a world would not be difficult."
"Dreams are still a false world. Even if one creates them, they cannot become reality." The man shook his head. "Reflecting imagined things into reality is no easy task. The greater the scale, the greater the difficulty."
"This is the psychological alchemy... no, Imaginative Alchemy you have been pursuing, isn't it? That is the research of the Zurich School. In the history of alchemy's development, it is