A faint, barely noticeable displeasure crept across Sunday's face, as though a heavy melancholy had quietly spread through the air, making people feel stifled without realizing it.
It was obvious that he did not particularly like the Interstellar Peace Company either. Or rather, most factions in the universe did not like that thing.
"Still, their excessive greed is not a bad thing."
"They are fighting over Penacony's sovereignty and leadership of the Nameless faction. Like frogs at the bottom of a well, they see only the opening above and not the vast heavens."
Gofei Mu's voice gradually took on a note of pleasure.
After all, nothing made people smile more than shortsighted enemies.
Saint Gandhi, Saint Mandela, Saint Mother Cixi.
Who would not like them?
A speaker like Martin Luther King would be slandered, assassinated, and turned into a harmless idol the moment he appeared.
"Yes. It is almost as though some mysterious force is helping us from the shadows..."
Sunday murmured softly. He felt that the smoothness of this ceremony was simply bizarre.
"We are fortunate people, blessed by divine grace from the very beginning."
Gofei Mu, this steadfast guardian of Order, spoke in an unwavering tone.
"Yes... We are people protected by the gods."
Sunday nodded gently in agreement with Gofei Mu, but his gaze drifted toward the flock of doves in the sky.
Harmonic Doves.
They were exceedingly common animals within Harmony Family territory.
But to Sunday, these animals carried a rather different meaning.
When he was young, when his younger sister was young as well, they had encountered an abandoned baby Harmonic Dove.
He had suggested making it a cage and releasing it once it could fly. Robin had agreed.
The moment the bird took flight, his sister had smiled with great happiness.
She had always