"..."
"Miss Robin, why does this bread of yours feel so strange?"
After eating the strange food, Welt was left with an indescribable feeling.
But his intuition told him that Robin bore no ill will.
"Really...? It must be your imagination, haha," Robin replied.
Welt looked at the two of them.
"Come to think of it, ever since we arrived on Penacony, we have never come into contact with the Dream Master."
"I have heard a little about the heads of the Five Great Family Lines, but I have rarely heard anything about this [Dream Master]."
Sunday smiled faintly.
"The Dream Master rarely appears before the public, so even we seldom get to see him."
"But this matter is of great importance. He promised to come in person and discuss it with us."
Robin was also delighted.
"Mr. Welt may become the first guest in recent years to meet with the Dream Master."
Welt nodded slightly.
"I hope we can reach a conclusion that satisfies everyone."
Sunday shifted his gaze slightly and agreed.
"Yes, let us hope so."
Robin glanced at the Grand Theater in the sky and said to Welt,
"It is about time. My brother and I need to make preparations for the reception first... The situation is urgent, so please forgive us for not being better hosts."
"It is fine." Welt looked at them.
"I will wait here for a while."
After leaving Welt behind, Sunday and Robin slowly headed down the street.
The pedestrians were in high spirits, all thrilled about the upcoming Grand Symphony Ceremony.
"Oh my... It is Mr. Sunday! Come here, come here! Hahaha..."
It was a drunken Pipici, waving at Sunday.
"Hehe, let us go take a look."
Sunday led Robin over to the guest.
"Mr. Sunday... Hello there!"
The Pipici