Fallen Guest Empire (25)
"Nightmare." That word carried quite a lot of meaning.
The vision faded, and Fu Qian returned to the underground chamber. He couldn't help marveling at Frankie's final two lines of explanation.
But he wasn't too surprised.
Where had this unusual organization, which clearly shared an absolute set of beliefs, come from? It was a question he'd been considering since the beginning of the mission.
And their attitude toward the Awakened Ones made it even clearer. It was remarkably similar to the way the Celestial Cult looked at him.
That brought him back to the topic he'd discussed with Lady Raven.
You had no absolute way to judge. When faced with two nearly synchronized worlds, what gave you the right to decide which was the nightmare and which was real?
Lady Raven's answer had been that it came down to an experience that couldn't be conveyed.
But what if someone's experience in this world was the same as hers in the world of the Stars Law?
It seemed to become the most typical question of whose side you were on.
And it wasn't even hypothetical. The Fallen Star race seemed to have had a similar experience in this world.
Only the source of their gift was no longer the starry sky, but the ground beneath their feet.
"You're saying that Lady Raven and the others, who thought they'd glimpsed the truth, were just victims of a nightmare?"
Fu Qian didn't waste time being tactful. He went straight to the point.
"Or even victims of the same nightmare you experienced?"
"...I'm growing more and more curious about why you came here, sir."
Their unusually efficient exchange once again left the four members of the Fallen Star race stunned.
Frankie slowly removed the soft skull cap and finally