"Mr. Yan Huan, Brother is a good man. I think... there must have been some misunderstanding."
Himeko looked at Robin:
"Since you are here... can we assume that Miss Robin is already fully aware of the current state of Penacony?"
Robin nodded, her gaze gradually growing solemn.
"Ever since I returned to Penacony, my voice has felt abnormal, gradually turning into the torture of losing it."
"I thought it was just an accident, perhaps because I had been traveling abroad for too long and wasn't used to Asdana's high concentration of Memoria."
"But now it seems... the source isn't me."
"There is something incompatible with the [Harmony] by my side... losing my voice is also one of the signs that the sweet dream is collapsing."
March 7th was incredulous.
"The sweet dream is collapsing?"
"That Memokeeper said the same thing. So it was true."
Robin nodded slightly and looked at March 7th.
"During the time I left Penacony, the boundaries of the Twelve Dreams have constantly expanded outward."
"Yet whenever I mentioned the anomalies in the dream, I always felt the Patriarchs dodging the subject. Only Brother was willing to answer..."
"Later, an emissary from the IPC secretly sent me a confidential letter, which made me even more certain that some unspeakable secret was lurking beneath the radiance of Penacony."
"Finally, following a few clues in the Oak Family archives, I found this place..."
"...A Land of Exile covered up by The Family under the name of [Death], burying the dreams-within-dreams of Penacony's past."
Yan Huan immediately asked out of curiosity:
"...You came here of your own accord?"
"Doesn't that mean Aventurine took that slash for nothing?"
Himeko also spoke:
"Hearing this now, Miss Robin's voice seems to have somewhat recovered?"
Robin nodded again in admission:
"Although cruel, it's an