"Heh."
Sunday smiled faintly.
"Since Mr. Yan Huan is interested, let us speak frankly."
"I have always believed that people can understand one another through peaceful means."
"I am willing to truthfully tell you all of the aspirations of the [Order] walkers, so that you may make a better judgment for the Star Rail Express, Penacony, and this universe."
"Words are pale and powerless, incapable of depicting the face of that ideal..."
"So, follow me."
Sunday turned around and gestured for everyone to follow.
"Let us retrace the path we took here and see where it will lead."
The next moment, Sunday's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.
"Huh? Where did he go?" March 7th grew a little flustered. "Did Sunday run away?"
Sunday's voice came from the sky.
"Welcome. From this moment on, this is no longer any corner of Penacony."
"It is my inner world."
"The reason the scene before you has not changed is because your consciousness has drawn upon similar concepts to fill in the gaps."
Yan Huan blinked, somewhat confused.
"What kind of person suddenly shows others their inner world? It's like handing someone a diary filled with your deepest thoughts."
He looked at March 7th.
"Do you keep a diary?"
March 7th shook her head.
"I don't."
"Can what you write in a diary even count as your deepest thoughts?"
Sunday explained.
"This is a form of [harmony]. You can understand my emotions more directly, and it also means I will conceal nothing from you."
"Next, I would like you all to watch the big screen."
"From here on, you will see many of the choices I have faced."
"I have selected some of them to share with you."
On the big screen, an image of a handful of gold coins suddenly appeared.