Not a single familiar face.
But thinking about it, that made sense. Anyone capable of passing through Glaimo and entering the Uriel Instance was no ordinary person.
There were surely powerful Transcendents among them... or, more likely, every one of them was a Transcendent.
And Transcendents rarely showed themselves in magazines or newspapers founded by ordinary people.
With that in mind, Luigi stopped dwelling on it and walked to the courtyard gate, facing these "Travelers from afar."
Luigi's feelings were complicated, and so were those of Ms. Moon and the others.
Looking at the young harpist inside the gate, Ms. Moon did not know how to begin.
She did not even know how they should establish their current personas.
Should they pretend to know nothing and act as "visitors"? Just as they had when first meeting Uriel—say they had been drawn here by the music, then wanted to make friends and discuss art?
Or should they get straight to the point and speak openly from the heart?
After pondering for a moment, Ms. Moon decided to proceed step by step and face everyone in the Strange Dream with caution.
With that thought, Ms. Moon put on an admiring expression, pretending to have been drawn in by the music...
"The piece you played just now was truly wonderful, sir. It made one feel..."
Ms. Moon stopped halfway through her sentence.
It was not because anything unexpected had happened. She had simply raised her head and seen the eyes of the person before her.
The handsome young man holding the harp had eyes as clear as a pool of summer spring water. Such limpid eyes could never appear in a "dream."
Ms. Moon had observed Glaimo in the courtyard from afar before. His eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes muddled, as though