"I see, so that's what happened." Listening to Old Yang's account, Stelle nodded. "No wonder Firefly didn't see you. Little Fish had already rescued you. He certainly could pull off something like that."
If Little Fish had stepped in, then everything made sense. That was what Stelle thought.
But soon, something else caught her attention.
"Wait... Mr. Welt, you actually came up in an elevator with Little Fish? That sounds much more comfortable than our method."
As she spoke, Stelle's face fell. "Getting stabbed through the chest wasn't as painful as I imagined, but compared to taking an elevator, I suddenly feel so sorry for myself..."
Hearing Stelle's remarks, Firefly's lips twitched into a helpless smile.
But that was the only method she knew. Making an elevator directly out of memoria was genuinely beyond her, and besides...
Never mind her-even an ordinary Memokeeper probably couldn't do something like that. No, the vast majority of Memokeepers couldn't.
Forcibly drawing on vast amounts of memoria to create whatever one pleased within a Dreamscape controlled by the Family was simply beyond an ordinary Memokeeper's abilities.
Still, he was a child capable of giving Elio a nervous breakdown. Perhaps his being able to do something like this wasn't all that outrageous.
Besides, although taking an elevator was certainly enviable, the more important matter was probably...
Firefly's gaze returned to the two March 7ths...
Which one was the real one?
The question of the real and fake March 7th was indeed a headache. Both girls kept shouting beside them, "I'm the real one! You're the fake!"
Clearly, as things stood, asking which of them was real would only keep the argument going forever. And judging by the flushed faces of the two March 7ths, both seemed very genuine.
After some thought, Old Yang checked a