"Mr. Sunday has been working day and night for the Charmony Festival, only for something like this to happen. Serious as the Stellaron problem is, I can't help feeling bad about it."
Seeing that the exhaustion on Sunday's face looked genuine, Old Yang employed the conversational skills of a mature adult.
"Heh, it's quite all right," Sunday said with a smile. "The Charmony Festival was intended to promote happiness and harmony throughout the galaxy. But now that we know the truth, we need only call it off in time."
Robin also said, "Making everyone happy has always been my brother's and my wish... so we'll do our best to persuade the Dream Master. Once we explain the circumstances, he should understand.
"Even if the negotiations ultimately fail to produce a satisfactory result... I'll refuse to take the stage. Without the 'Harmonicist,' the 'Chorus of Cacophony' won't descend, and the festival will be nothing more than an ordinary performance."
Old Yang listened to Robin in silence.
Perhaps he had spent too much time with Little Fish, but he now felt that Robin's approach was far too gentle. If that boy were in either her or Sunday's position, the Dream Master's headgear would already have been torn off and scattered across the floor.
Even if the Dream Master had shown the boy kindness in that situation, Old Yang had no doubt how things would turn out.
After spending enough time with him, it became clear that Little Fish truly meant what he said and acted without hesitation. He had very definite ideas of his own, along with a slightly excessive sense of self, which made it difficult for brainwashing or debts of gratitude to bind him.
In other words, even if the Dream Master had taken that boy in and raised him