Come to think of it, wasn't this the woman who showed up after the previous main story ended? What was this? Had the satellite landed early?
Mo Wang looked at the two of them, his eyes suddenly narrowing as fire flashed through them. "So, you two—a senior's lackey using a fake identity, and a Memokeeper who came running over—what exactly do you want, showing up to find me at a time like this?"
The atmosphere froze subtly for a moment.
Mianmian seemed to sense the change in its master's mood. It let out a low whimper and shrank closer to Gallagher.
Black Swan and Gallagher exchanged a glance, sharing an unreadable look.
In the end, Black Swan spoke first. A faint smile touched her lips, and her voice brushed past like a feather. "I came at someone's request. Miss Yomotsu asked me to come."
She took a light step forward.
"After all, what you're about to challenge is the true master of this dreamscape. You'll need a genuine messenger walking the Path of 'Remembrance' to offer what aid she can, won't you?"
Her gaze fell on Mo Wang, and her smile deepened slightly, carrying a hint of inquiry. "After all, Mr. Mo Wang, if I remember correctly, while your power on the Path of 'Remembrance' is indeed formidable, your rank has yet to truly reach the level of an 'Emanator,' has it not? Some doors require a particular key to be opened without damage; some mists of memory also require a professional craftsperson to sort through them."
Hearing Black Swan's words, Mo Wang immediately rolled his eyes.
"Why do you make it sound like some kind of riddle? Aren't you a Memokeeper?"
Gallagher, meanwhile, vigorously rubbed his already messy hair, sighed, and took over. "What a coincidence. I actually... came