"What it was, I had no idea."
Clock Boy shook his head as well.
"Same here!"
Stelle hurriedly shouted.
"Be serious, Stelle."
Himeko looked at the girl, who was starting to act improper again, and reminded her with a helpless expression.
"It's fine. Young Stellaron Hunters should be full of energy. I wasn't exactly a serious person back then either."
Misha laughed self-deprecatingly. Hearing that, Gallagher recalled that the old man truly had not been very serious in the past. More accurately, he had been an old child at heart.
"That's right. The old man was pretty self-aware."
Gallagher helplessly teased Misha, who merely smiled and nodded.
"Are you done? If so, I'm going to start serving everyone some chicken soup."
Misha smiled at the group and asked. Seeing that the cheerful atmosphere had returned, everyone nodded.
"Everyone gets lost sometimes. They hesitate, unable to tell which direction they should go. It exists within this dream, and everywhere beyond it."
"But there is no need to be afraid. Just as everyone feels lost, at some moment, they will suddenly make up their minds and make a bold, remarkable decision."
Misha slowly spoke as he looked toward the Penacony Grand Theatre in the sky.
"Thirsty?"
Theresa handed the stunned Misha a cup of Junk Food Soda, then gave Himeko coffee, Welt tea, Sunday and Ms. Nightingale black tea, March 7th and Stelle Junk Food Soda, and Gallagher milk tea. Then Theresa handed Clock Boy orange juice before making herself and Sparkle two cups of vivid green bitter melon juice.
"Uh, thank you. This fizzy drink brings back memories."
Misha did not find it offensive. His personality had never been particularly serious to begin with. He was only acting serious now because he needed to teach the new generation of Stellaron Hunters