"So this is the real reason I can't sing? The shadow cast by Penacony is actually..." The Robin with some resentment, hating herself for not guessing all this sooner.
"We are never children of ' Harmony,' and the paradise we dream of... should not be created by Xipe. The happiness of the masses can only be promised by 'one man' who stands above them." Sunday gave the Robin humanity. "Within the law, mankind builds society... In ' Harmony,' we gain ' Order.'"
"Unbelievable, Penacony actually exists... a remnant of ' Order '." Himeko was somewhat taken aback. "What did you do to Uncle Yang and Robin?" March 7th asked angrily.
"Rest assured, it's just giving them a little time to contemplate their fate," Sunday said nonchalantly. "You should understand that doing this means making enemies of the Astral Express," Himeko's voice carried a hint of coldness.
"Even if we must antagonize all of you Nameless, it's only me and the Oak Family. But we haven't reached that point yet, have we?" Sunday's words were somewhat perplexing. "Everyone has seen how hard you've all worked for Penacony's justice."
"You want to negotiate with us?" Hanxing's voice was also somewhat cold. For now, they were on the same side as the Astral Express. "Clever, child. Your mind is as sharp as that gentleman's."
"But do you really think you have the right to stand here and negotiate?" Hanxing's voice grew colder, a brocade dagger appearing in his hand without his noticing, his left eye gleaming with blue light and his right eye, a clock, fixed on Sunday: "If you've imprisoned Miss Robin and Mr. Welt, there's no point in negotiating at all."
"You misunderstand, Mr. Hanxing. They are safe now. As the Family has always promised, no one will be harmed in the dream world, let alone in the beautiful new world belonging to ' Order '," Sunday said calmly. " Penacony and this universe have witnessed too much innocence and bloodshed. The strong have wielded their swords against the weak, and the victors have pushed the lives of the defeated to their end..."
"Natural selection—the world follows this law, building the well-being of all humanity upon the remains of the weak. Only we, or rather I, have the ability to end this absurd farce." "You intend to resurrect a dead Aeon? No one has ever done that before." Himeko was somewhat surprised by his audacious idea.
"Since Miss Himeko is interested, let's speak frankly. I firmly believe that people can understand each other through peaceful means," Sunday said confidently.
I am willing to tell you all the true aspirations of the " Order " travelers, so that you may make a better judgment about the Astral Express, Penacony, and this universe. Words are pale and powerless, unable to describe that ideal... So come with me, everyone. Let us walk together back the way we came, and see where this road leads." Sunday turned around and vanished instantly.
"Huh, where did he go?" March 7th asked, puzzled. "A special Tuning, this place is no longer the same," Hanxing reminded him from the side. With so much experience using Tuning, he could clearly identify the special audio of the Tuning.
"Thank you for your explanation, Mr. Hanxing. This is my inner world. The reason the scene before you hasn't changed is because your consciousness has extracted similar concepts to complete it." Sunday's voice came from nowhere. "But you should know that if you want to imprison them with this, as long as I'm here, taking them out of the Tuning is a piece of cake," Hanxing said confidently.
"Did you... do the same thing to Welt?" Himeko asked Sunday warily, glancing at Hanxing at the same time. If Sunday ever made any ill intentions towards them, Hanxing would immediately drag them out of the Tuning.
"This kind of Tuning is more powerful, but also more mentally taxing. Qiong has experienced it before, so he should understand. Through this Tuning, you can all understand my emotions more intuitively, which also means that I will have nothing to hide from you," Sunday confessed. "Next, I would like to ask you to look at the big screen. Our journey here begins here."
Suddenly, a small, colorful bird held in a hand appeared on the big screen. "From here on, you will see many of the choices I have made. I have selected some to share with you. I believe that after experiencing the same difficulties, you will all be able to understand my thoughts."
"Let's begin. The first choice involves the story of a fledgling bird." Sunday recalled the past, "This story happened when Robin and I were very young. We were victims of the Stellaron Disaster, and Mr. Gopher Wood of our the Family —who would later become the Dream Master of Penacony —saw that my brother and I were destitute and took us in."
"After that, I spent a relatively carefree time with the Robin. One evening after dinner, my sister and I unexpectedly discovered a lonely little Melodi-Dove in Mr. Gopher Wood's garden."
"The fledgling was still very young, its feathers hadn't fully grown in, and it couldn't sing. When we found it, it lay dying in the grass, seemingly abandoned by its parents. We immediately decided to build it a nest. But after much thought, we realized that winter was very cold, the wind was strong in the garden at night, and there were many poisonous insects and wild animals lurking around..."
"Without a doubt, if the fledgling were left in the garden, it would have no chance of surviving until spring. So I suggested taking it back and placing it on the wooden shelf by the window, and asked an adult to build it a birdcage. We agreed that we would release it back into the sky when it was able to spread its wings and soar on its own. But sadly, we never imagined that the bird's fate had already been sealed long before that—"
"Its fate rests entirely in our hands." Sunday paused, concluding the background introduction. "Now, I will place the choice in your hands. Faced with this situation, what will you choose?"
"Should we stick to our original plan and build a nest for the little Melodi-Dove on the spot with cushions? Or should we build a birdcage for it and carefully raise it in a warm house? I look forward to your answers." Sunday's voice gradually faded, leaving the space for the Astral Express Crew to answer.
"Actually, the reason he raised this question is very simple. Building birdcages corresponds to the laws that regulate human society, which is ' Order.' Building bird nests corresponds to the small assistance that the strong provide to the weak, which is ' Harmony.'" Hanxing's words revealed the true nature of Sunday's event.