Chapter 31

Watching the screen with keen interest, waiting for everyone's answers.

Ying: "Connections with people... connections with things... if I were to suddenly lose these, I think I might feel fear?"

Paimon: "Wuwuwu, I can't imagine how I'd get through days without Ying, so I would be afraid!"

Ei: "If it were me, I would also feel fear."

Venti: "Oh my, come to think of it, this really is a cruel question."

Venti: "Humans are emotional beings; it's the feelings between us that link us to one another."

Venti: "And if those were suddenly lost, wouldn't that be terribly, terribly lonely?"

Venti: "Sigh, just thinking about it makes one want to drink until completely drunk!"

Huang Quan: "But... what if you no longer had any emotions?"

Huang Quan: "Would you still feel regret, or loneliness?"

Venti: "Ah, that.... probably not, right?"

"No emotions?"

"Just what has this mysterious Young Lady Huang Quan experienced?"

"Why do her words always give people a... sense of emptiness?"

Venti lay on the big tree, utterly perplexed.

"Looks like this Young Lady Huang Quan is also someone with a story."

In the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Zhong Li let out a sigh.

"Didn't they all say she's a riddler?"

"What story could she possibly have?"

Hu Tao turned her head to look at Zhong Li.

"A riddler?"

"No, doesn't seem like it."

"From the video just now, she seems to have an indescribable, unique aura about her."

"By ordinary reason, it's unlikely she's the so-called 'riddler'."

Zhong Li shook his head, not believing at all that Huang Quan was truly a riddler.

"Is that so?"

"Actually, I also feel there's something strange about her."

"And although her remarks seem a bit random, they all seem to be subtly pointing at something."

"In any case, just as you said, Mr. Consultant, she might really have an extraordinary past."

"Hope we can see her past through the videos."

Black Swan: "Hehe, everyone's answers are very sincere, and very precious."

Black Swan: "Then the second question. If there were a dream real enough, would you be willing to take shelter within it?"

Ying: "No! A dream is a dream in the end, it's forever false!"

Paimon: "Exactly, dreams can never replace reality!"

Ying and Paimon had only just escaped the cyclical dream of the Sabzeruz Festival not long ago,

so naturally they utterly despised so-called dreams!

Dottore: "Hah, foolishness."

Dottore: "If a dream is real enough, then why couldn't it be another kind of reality?"

Scaramouche: "I agree with that. Dreams may not be unable to replace reality, so long as one has the corresponding great power!"

Nahida: "Fallacy. A dream is a dream, reality is reality. Even if a dream is real enough, they cannot and should not be conflated!"

Dr. Ratio: "I second that! The concepts of these two are inherently different; comparing them is the truly foolish move."

Arataki Itto: "But, I mean but!"

Arataki Itto: "If there really were such a beautiful dream, where you could live happily and joyfully every day. Never having to worry about running out of Mora every day, being able to hold beetle-fighting tournaments every day..."

Arataki Itto: "Then how wonderful would that be ahhhhh!!"

Kuki Shinobu: "Boss, stop daydreaming, there won't be such a world!"

Sunday: "My lady, that may not be the case."

Sunday: "The world Mr. Itto longs for coincides perfectly with Penacony as it is now!"

Arataki Itto: "What, there's really such a wonderful world?!"

Sunday: "If Mr. Itto is willing, I will reserve a permanent residency for Mr. Itto in Penacony. Consider this a small personal gift from me."

Arataki Itto: "Ahhhhhh! Brother Sunday!! I'm definitely making you my friend!"

Arataki Itto: "Even if Kujou Tengu came, she couldn't stop me, I say!!"

Kujou Sara: "..."

"Heh, in the end there are still people willing to fall into the embrace of sweet dreams."

"And this only confirms my thoughts."

"But now, with the variables having arrived, can the paradise I hope for truly be built?"

Sunday gazed into the distance, his solemn figure merging into the earth, stretching endlessly longer...