He could only temporarily change that damn Blondie's gender in the dream, so his younger sister would not be defiled within it.
Then, he would use his sister's love for him to trap her in an even more enduring dream.
"Elio—Elio!!!"
He gasped for breath and roared. His expression was pained, but his eyes were cold and sharp.
He lowered his head to look at the Memory Bubble in his hand, and the anger on his face gradually faded.
The Emissary of Knowledge, Herta, had once joined forces with another Emissary, Screwllum, in a fit of rage to imitate The Lord of Wisdom and create a device that locked down possibilities.
That invention had originally been designed to hunt Great Lords of Annihilation.
But now, it seemed—
It was best suited to dealing with another kind of Emissary.
Since you could see countless opportunities, then what would you do if I forced every future toward a single outcome?!
A nearly mad light flickered in Sunday's eyes.
Calderon Chadwick was one of Screwllum's few friends.
Hand that fearsome yet admirable man over to Screwllum, then make a promise.
That was the best way for him to hunt Elio!!
He hesitated no longer and abruptly leaped toward the starry sea that ordinary people could never cross.
Emissaries were undoubtedly exceptionally noble forms of life.
To him, the endless starry sea was nothing more than a lake he could traverse at will.
And he was clearly about to cross the void!!
Yet that action did not allow him to proceed.
Just as he was about to leave Penacony, a voice rang out behind him.
"The game isn't over yet. Leaving the playing field like this isn't very appropriate, is it?"
A small youth drew a dotted line before him. He wore a pink