“To generate this level of interference, it must either be powerful external interference, or there's a traitor among Penacony's branch families, and it's highly likely to be one of the four family heads.”

“Although Robin unconditionally believes her brother is not a traitor, she still advised him to be vigilant during this period, fearing that the other party's intention is to hinder the progress of The Charmony Festival, or even use the Chorus for some other purpose. Additionally, she has begun to investigate the Remembrance Meme 【Death】 and has found initial clues, which she is preparing to verify.”

“Finally, there were some warm greetings and care from his sister, with their deep sibling affection evident in her words.”

Acheron shook her head: “Miss Robin believes this is because The Harmony has been subjected to some kind of interference. But as far as I know, there are very few entities capable of interfering with the power of a Path.”

“Miss Acheron means…”

“If there truly is a traitor in the family… that person must hold a high position or possess unfathomable strength.”

—

Reigen Mob.

“Hey, hey… the family isn't really hiding an Emanator, are they?”

Dimple suddenly felt a bad premonition. There wouldn't be another battle of the same magnitude as Jing Yuan fighting Phantylia last time, would there? His small body couldn't handle that kind of turmoil!

The most critical thing was that the power of a Path could actually affect him through Celestial Screen. What if the Emanators simply waved their hands and directly made all humans on Earth into Harmony? He didn't want that to happen! There was no overflowing power of Abundance from the Ambrosial Arbor to heal and save people here!

“The family is considered a representative of The Harmony, right? If the family wasn't hiding an Emanator, I'd find it strange.” Reigen, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression. If the aftermath of an Emanator battle were to reach here someday, the only one who could resist would be Mob. If even Mob couldn't stop it, then his resistance would be meaningless.

“The key issue is that the Emanator hidden by the family… might not be an Emanator of The Harmony. Only interference from an Emanator of another Path would fit Miss Acheron's statement.”

“Not The Harmony, then who else?”

“Who knows?” Reigen spread his hands, “Supporting an Emanator of another Path, then going to war with Acheron and the company, letting them fight to a draw, and then reaping the benefits—what's that called?… That's driving a tiger to swallow a wolf!”

Dimple sighed deeply: “Reigen, have you been playing too many video games lately? How could an Emanator easily hide in The Harmony's territory? And… what would that Emanator want? It wouldn't be for the money the family gives, would it?”

—

“In addition to this letter, Welt also found a list of previous victims of 【Death】. Sure enough, besides Firefly and Robin, many others had also suffered from the invasion of 【Death】.”

Welt: “It seems the rumors are true—【Death】 does indeed randomly select victims. And from Sunday’s annotations… he is not unfamiliar with 【Death】.”

Acheron nodded: “He was just surprised by its reappearance.”

Besides the letter, the two also discovered a unique Light Cone, depicting a young Sunday and Robin.

The little boy stood below the stage, looking up, his eyes sparkling, his fair cheeks flushed with excitement.

On the stage, his sister was singing. She focused everything on her song, her white skirt sweeping the floor. Every time she finished a line, her brother below the stage clapped even harder, his small hands turning red but not stopping.

“This Light Cone… was strictly preserved. He must care deeply about this Remembrance.”

“Robin mentioned in an interview that even though she has performed on so many magnificent stages, her most cherished performance was still the concert she and her brother put on together when they played house as children.”

Acheron asked curiously: “I wonder how their relationship is now.”

Welt sighed with emotion: “In the process of growing up, one always gains much, but also loses much.”

“Yes, time heals all wounds. The beautiful dreams of youth… will eventually awaken.”

—

My Sister Can't Be This Cute.

At dinner time, the Kosaka family's living room was quieter than usual.

It wasn't just because their parents were working overtime and only Kyousuke and Kirino were left; more likely, it was because the Light Cone of the Robin siblings had just appeared on Celestial Screen—the genuine affection between that brother and sister in the Light Cone made the Kosaka siblings fall silent.

(Sigh, why is the relationship between other siblings so good? Kirino and I used to get along well when we were little…)

Kyousuke stirred the rice in his bowl, sighing deeply. To be honest, he didn't know what exactly happened between him and Kirino. It seemed that as they simply grew older, Kirino's attitude towards him gradually changed.

Seeing the siblings on Celestial Screen, to say he wasn't envious… Kyousuke was completely lying to himself. As for a sister bringing her brother alien souvenirs and thoughtfully reminding him to rest…

(Sigh, sci-fi movie…)

His gaze involuntarily drifted to Kirino across the dining table.

Like Robin—when out and about, Kirino was definitely a sister to be proud of. She was not only excellent in academics, sports, and social aspects, but also worked part-time as a model, maintaining excellent grades while also having a stable and well-paying job.

If only she could be like that in front of her family—

“Hey, what are you doing?” Kirino suddenly looked up, her beautiful eyes shooting out looks of disgust and disdain, “Don't look at me with those disgusting eyes.”

“I wasn't.”

“You definitely were! I saw it.” Kirino crossed her arms, her chin slightly raised, her azure eyes squinting at Kyousuke, “You, you didn't just have thoughts like, ‘If only my sister could be as thoughtful, gentle, and respectful of her brother as Robin,’ did you?”

“I swear I didn't.” Kyousuke sighed, “You are you. Why should you be like Robin? I won't ask you to be like her… because as a brother, I can't be like Sunday either.”

“Really?” Kirino narrowed her eyes.

“Mm.”

“You occasionally say something listenable.” Kirino got up and placed her plate in the sink. Before returning to her room on the second floor, she looked back at Kyousuke, “The game… don't forget tonight.”

—

“There was also a list of suspects in the room, totaling fifty-two names. They came from different fields, and their identities varied. It was evident that Sunday had been trying to find the traitor for a long time.”

“But unfortunately, even so, Firefly and Robin still died. Acheron suspected that this traitor was the true culprit who killed them, and also the reason why Sunday was investigating so tirelessly.”