Aventurine sat on the sofa and spoke eloquently to Yan Huan:
"Penacony solemnly promised that, within the beautiful dream woven by the Family, every guest's safety would be guaranteed."
"Anyone in danger would be forcibly awakened and immediately exit the dream—what you call logging off, Mr. Yan Huan—and return safely to reality."
"So here's the question."
Aventurine's expression turned serious:
"What gave them the confidence to make such a firm promise?"
"Because behind that promise stood the protection of [Harmony]."
"The Family's Dream Weavers linked their thoughts together and built an impregnable line of defense."
"To breach that defense and create [Death] within a dream... without the Family's permission, not even a Memokeeper could accomplish that."
"Who could do it?"
"The answer was obvious."
Aventurine folded his arms and said to Yan Huan:
"Friend, it could only have been her—the woman who called herself a Galaxy Ranger."
"...An impostor who arrived uninvited, an [Emanator] concealing her true identity..."
"Aflit's death was already a settled matter, and Robin... her horrific state was right before our eyes."
"Who would be the next victim?"
Yan Huan sat opposite Aventurine and said disdainfully:
"You're accusing Acheron again."
"As for [Death] in the dream, I recall Black Swan mentioning it too."
"That meme."
"Isn't it possible that Robin ran into that meme, and that was why she died?"
"Acheron had no motive at all."
Aventurine slowly shook his head and sighed:
"Since Mr. Yan Huan insists, I won't say any more."
"I merely hope you understand that beneath the surface of that so-called [Legacy]... Penacony was rife with undercurrents, and everyone had their own schemes."
Just then, Black Swan slowly entered from outside the door, smiling faintly as she said:
"Then shouldn't we be suspicious of you as well, Mr. Aventurine?"
"Me?"
Seeing that Black