Forbearance and self-restraint, waiting for the right moment—that was what he should do.
Sunday let out a deep breath and followed his adoptive father to the area where the distinguished guests were staying, weaving through the corridors.
They stopped in front of a door.
They knocked and made contact.
As the door opened, two female figures appeared before him.
One looked rather reserved, dressed in something like a high school uniform. Other than her somewhat unusual eyes and rather cute face, there seemed to be nothing especially noteworthy about her.
But then again...
Was this person on Memory of Fluctuation's visitor list?
Sunday could not help frowning. He silently checked the list and found her name.
Sparkle, an apprentice Memory User, apparently Black Swan's assistant?
...Had he remembered incorrectly? No, was his memory really that bad?
A strange feeling rose within him, and his gaze involuntarily shifted to the other person in front of him.
That woman was dazzlingly radiant, exceptionally beautiful, carrying a splendor so breathtaking it nearly made one forget to breathe.
She showed no discomfort whatsoever at having an assistant beside her, appearing entirely natural.
Black Swan.
A Memory User from the Memory of Fluctuation, a mysterious and elegant fortune-teller.
She had traveled extremely far along the Path. If that mischievous little brat of Elation tried to toy with her without any additional help, she would surely have all her memories and thoughts taken away in an instant, then stand there like an idiot.
Trying to play tricks in front of an industry elite like her was no easy matter.
Unless one possessed the ability to implant false memories at their source or directly alter history, there was no way to deceive her.
Was she someone registered later?
Seeing that Black Swan clearly did not find anything