"A Stellaron?" Hearing Gallagher identify it as the root cause, Old Yang couldn't help feeling puzzled. "Penacony is open and accessible, an interstellar hub connected in every direction. There don't seem to be any signs of contamination, either. How could this have anything to do with a Stellaron?"
"You're absolutely right," Gallagher first affirmed Old Yang's assessment, then added, "So why don't you take a guess at what that means?"
"You're lying again!" Stelle answered instantly.
"..."
Gallagher had to pause and give Stelle a look. The more they talked, the more he realized that every one of the Astral Express's current youngsters was quite a character.
One silly girl, one eccentric girl, and one girl who seemed completely unaware of how serious the situation was.
Though, given how close that last one was to the Knights of Beauty, her failure to grasp the gravity of the situation was understandable.
Judging by the way she carried herself, she was probably spoiled rotten most of the time.
Gallagher suddenly wanted to know what Mikhail would think if he saw this for himself.
Perhaps that old man would be delighted. In his eyes, they would surely all be outstanding, lively youngsters.
"Sweet dreams don't just appear out of thin air." After a sigh, Gallagher looked at Stelle. "If you compare the Memory Zone to an ocean, building a dreamscape is like reclaiming land from a raging sea.
"To accomplish such a feat, unless an Emanator of Remembrance or Enigmata intervenes, using a Stellaron is the only option.
"And this isn't something you can accomplish just by making a wish. It takes considerable knowledge, along with vast amounts of time and manpower, to make it this airtight."
As Gallagher explained the difficulties of constructing a dreamscape, the Astral Express Crew's expressions grew rather