A moment later, the illusion dispersed, and the cramped manor hall returned.
—At least, it was cramped to Gabriel.
Laplace said, "I'll send you out first. Wait for me outside for a while. Angel and I have something to discuss in private."
Laplace looked at Gray Porcelain and Gabriel.
The two of them knowingly nodded and voluntarily left Text Manor.
With their departure, only Laplace and... Angel's illusion remained in the hall.
And a Turing engrossed in compiling Corner Code with text.
Laplace gave Angel a long, deep look and said softly, "When I went to the Dream Wilderness before, I heard the people there say that you often caused some major event out of the blue. I didn't understand it at the time, but now I think I understand a little."
Today had originally been fairly peaceful. There was temporarily no news from the Calamity Puppet, and the organization of personnel in both reality and the Dream Crystal Plain was progressing steadily. Yet amid this calm, fulfilling routine, Angel had suddenly stirred up something huge.
The real world! Dark Corner!
This was an expedition into an otherworld!
Although Laplace had remained relatively calm during the meeting earlier, there had been people beside her then, so it had not been appropriate for her to show too much surprise. Now that everyone had left, her true feelings naturally showed.
And she was certain that Gleipnir, Luigi... and the others were probably still savoring the news in a daze after returning.
Even though feedback from the Dream Crystal Plain suggested that it did not particularly value this otherworld expedition, to everyone else, the value of a stable, open passage to another world was beyond measure.
Angel spread his hands innocently. "This doesn't have much to do with me either. You've always known