Sunday Sees His Conditioned Sister

Gallagher's deep, world-weary eyes glimmered faintly in the hazy mist. His voice, low and hoarse, carried an almost imperceptible weight and

Gallagher's deep, world-weary eyes glimmered faintly in the hazy mist.

His voice, low and hoarse, carried an almost imperceptible weight and pressure as he slowly spoke.

"Before coming here, I met with the head of the Oak Family, Sunday."

The moment he spoke, the air seemed to freeze, as if even the swirling mist had come to a standstill.

A shiver went down Daziel's spine. He tilted his head, clad in its wide-brimmed cowboy hat, almost imperceptibly. The shadow cast by the brim deepened, obscuring his complex and unreadable expression.

"That young family head mentioned," Gallagher paused, as if choosing his words carefully, or perhaps recalling an unpleasant memory, "that he has already used his authority of Harmony to control the emissary from the Corporation—Aventurine, and from him, has extracted a certain amount of intelligence regarding you all."

"Among that information was a meticulously detailed account of you, Mr. Daziel... and the... ah, sinful acts you committed against the singer, Miss Robin."

Gallagher's tone was laden with a strange meaning.

The air in the vicinity seemed to have been sucked out, solidifying into an oppressive, suffocating silence.

Daziel subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, the movement betraying a hint of unconcealable awkwardness and embarrassment. The shadow under his hat deepened, almost swallowing his entire face.

"And now, the esteemed head of the Oak Family," a smirk that wasn't quite a smile touched Gallagher's lips, though his eyes held no trace of humor, "is likely consumed by rage. The conflict between your two sides, I'm afraid, has no room left for reconciliation."

"Right now, that man has probably mobilized the family's eyes and ears throughout Penacony, frantically searching every corner of this dreamscape for any trace or clue of you."

"If those mad dogs were to discover this secret base you've been quietly building in the Dream's Edge... tsk, tsk, the scene would surely be quite spectacular."

Gallagher shook his head, his tone carrying a note of warning.

Black Swan's voice, charming to the bone and bewitchingly sweet, suddenly cut in, every syllable filled with an almost blind adoration and morbid fanaticism for Daziel, interrupting Gallagher.

"The mere head of the Oak Family, what kind of trouble can he possibly stir up? With our Master Daziel here, what does he amount to?!"

Her voluptuous, alluring body, with its exquisite curves, clung even tighter to Daziel like the most flexible vine, writhing slightly.

Every subtle movement was filled with ultimate temptation, as if she wanted to meld herself completely into his very bones, never to be separated.

Her beautiful violet eyes shone with an obsessed and fanatical light, completely devoid of the cool aloofness and distant indifference of the Garden of Recollection's premier Memokeeper who once kept the world at arm's length.

A suppressed cough escaped Daziel's throat. He tried to gently push away the warm, soft body entwined around him, only to find she clung even tighter, her strength surprisingly great.

He spoke with a hint of helplessness, his voice a little hoarse.

"You can't put it that way. This is, after all, the nest those families have operated for countless years. Their roots run deep. We still need to act with more caution."

Firefly's clear eyes were now filled with deep worry and unease. She looked at Daziel, her watery eyes fixed on him, her voice carrying a faint tremble.

"Miss Robin's current condition... It's best, it's really best if she doesn't fall into their hands."

"Although... although you did... certain things to her, Daziel, compared to those cold and ruthless families, I... I still trust you more."

In Firefly's eyes, Daziel, who had forced himself on Robin and subjected her to mental hypnosis, was not a bad person.

The one who appeared righteous and noble, but was secretly plotting his next grand scheme, Sunday, was the real villain!

"Besides, no matter what, Miss Robin is a crucial bargaining chip at the negotiating table with that family head, isn't she?"

Hearing this, a string of silver-bell-like, crisp, and pleasant laughter escaped Black Swan's throat. Yet, the laughter was tinged with a chilling, morbid excitement and possessiveness.

"My dear sister, you worry too much. Hasn't our great Master Daziel already used his supreme methods to hypnotize and condition that high-and-mighty Miss Robin into a little dog who can only wag her tail and beg, utterly docile?"

"Relying on the family's mere authority of Harmony to restore her mind? They can forget it. It's nothing but a fool's dream! Nothing will happen."

Her charming eyes were like silk, flowing with a provocative light as she looked intently at the astonished Firefly.

"I, for one, would love to see for myself which of us can better earn our master's affection, and which of us is the most favored little dog by his side."

Firefly was so shocked by these unrestrained and explicit words that her cheeks instantly flushed crimson. The feeling of unease and discomfort in her heart grew stronger.

She turned sharply to Daziel, her voice laced with incredulous confusion and a hint of pity.

"Daziel, Miss Black Swan, in her current state... is this... is this really appropriate?"

"You hypnotized Miss Robin, perhaps... perhaps to control the rapidly changing situation, a necessary evil. But... but Miss Black Swan... there seems to be no need for this, right?"

Daziel's deep gaze fell upon Black Swan's completely submissive and coquettish appearance. His resolute brow furrowed involuntarily, forming a shallow crease.

He pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Firefly, you have a point. She dared to pry into my core memories before and has already received her due punishment. She had it coming."

"For the sake of our subsequent plans and actions, it would be better to have her return to normal. The way she is now is indeed somewhat... unbecoming."

Upon hearing this, a thick wave of panic, fear, and intense resistance flashed through Black Swan's already hazy and enchanting violet eyes.

"Eh? Return... return to normal? No... I don't want to..."

Her voice was sharp and tearful, filled with extreme grievance.

Before she could finish, Daziel had already pulled an antique silver pocket watch with intricate carvings from his coat, his expression impassive.

Click.

The watch cover sprang open, revealing the complex, layered dials and slowly turning hands within. The face of the watch was adorned with a picture of Clockie.

Daziel's long, strong fingers lightly turned an inconspicuous knob on the side of the watch. A crisp, pleasant "click-clack" sound echoed with extraordinary clarity in the dead silence of the mist, as if striking a chord in everyone's heart.

The watch, emitting a faint silver glow, was aimed steadily at the center of Black Swan's brow.

The color in Black Swan's pupils, already hazy as if veiled by mist, suddenly began to change violently.

It was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating layers upon layers of multicolored ripples.

A strange light flowed and flickered in the depths of her eyes.

A moment later, her soft, boneless body suddenly trembled, as if struck by an invisible electric current.

Firefly and Gallagher held their breath, their gazes locked on Black Swan, waiting for whatever change might come next.

However, when Black Swan slowly raised her devastatingly beautiful face again, that heart-stopping, soul-stirring, ecstatic expression of obsession... was...

It hadn't diminished in the slightest!

In fact, the bone-deep obsession and almost crazed fanaticism, compared to before, had not weakened at all. Instead...

It had grown even more intense!

"...."

Her voice was sticky and cloyingly sweet, as if every note was soaked in the thickest honey, carrying a tearful, bone-melting tone and endless craving.

"You... you didn't need to be so gentle and considerate with me at all! Please... please, I beg you, give me the greatest punishment! Treat me in the most severe way!"

"Only then, only by bearing the supreme pain you bestow, can I wash away a fraction of my monstrous sin of offending you, and only then can I more deeply, more clearly comprehend Master's greatness and divinity!"

Daziel remained in his posture, holding the watch, a bizarre expression on his handsome face. He looked down at the system reward in his hand, which had served him so well in the past, then looked up at Black Swan's even more exaggeratedly crazed appearance.

"This... this watch... why did it suddenly stop working? Could it have been damaged in a previous battle?"

His sharp brows furrowed tightly, his deep eyes filled with disbelief and a subtle hint of frustration.

Black Swan, however, reacted as if she had heard the worst possible news. She shook her head frantically, her slender, jade-like hands gripping Daziel's sleeve so tightly her knuckles turned white, as if terrified he would ruthlessly push her away in the next second.

"It's working! Of course, it's working, Master! How could your watch possibly not work!"

"It's just... it's just that this servant's admiration and love for you, Master Daziel, which is like gazing up at a high mountain or the sun and moon, comes from the heart, an imprint from the deepest part of my soul! It cannot be erased by any external force!"

Her beautiful violet eyes sparkled with a nearly frenzied brilliance. Two morbid flushes appeared on her exquisite cheeks from the excessive excitement, making her look even more bewitching and demonic.

Daziel's expression grew even more perplexed.

"What do you mean by that? Explain it to me clearly!"

Black Swan took a deep breath, as if mustering all her strength. Her voice trembled with a sort of intoxicated bliss and an ultimate pleasure, as if a great weight had been lifted.

"Having lost my physical body and existed as a pure Memokeeper for so, so long, I had almost completely forgotten those mortal urges and desires, those that stem from life's most primal instincts, those trembling pleasures."

"It was you, Master Daziel... it was you, with your divine, indescribable methods, who helped me rediscover this long-lost pleasure, this ultimate bliss that is enough to make the soul itself burn!"

"Master Daziel... you... you are truly... truly amazing! This servant... this servant has never experienced such... such a wonderful feeling!"

She tilted her delicate face up slightly, gazing infatuatedly at Daziel's chiseled jawline, her eyes filled with undisguised adoration and a fervor and piety that bordered on faith.

"I've decided! I will follow Master Daziel forever, to serve by your side! Even when you return to the Astral Express in the future, I will find a way to serve you for my entire life, to become your most loyal and devoted servant!"

Looking at her impenetrable, even worsening, and increasingly indecent state, Daziel felt the veins on his temples throb. A splitting headache washed over him like a tide, making his head feel as if it would explode.

What in the world was this?! What the hell had he done to her?!

Firefly watched from the side, utterly dumbfounded, her small cherry-like lips slightly parted in a cute "O" shape, unable to form a complete sentence for a long time.

She looked at the helpless and headache-ridden Daziel, who was on the verge of losing his mind, then at the seemingly possessed Black Swan, lost in her own fanaticism. She felt that the worldview she had built up since childhood was being violently assaulted, on the verge of complete collapse.

Finally, she let out a soft sigh, her voice tinged with exhaustion and helplessness. She reached out a small hand and gently tugged on the corner of Daziel's sleeve.

"Daziel, whatever... whatever is happening, let's just leave this godforsaken place first, return to the Golden Hour, and then we can figure things out."

The strange atmosphere of Dreamflux Reef, and the bizarre, unbelievable scene before her, truly made her feel restless and on edge.

Elsewhere, the air in the Dream's Edge was frozen solid.

A small, solitary house stood at the boundary between the illusory and the real. Dim light filtered through a narrow window, barely outlining the interior.

Sunday's figure appeared at the door. He had not brought any other family members.

With a light tap of his finger, the lock on the iron door instantly shattered with a creak.

Upon entering, his gaze, sharp as lightning, instantly locked onto the scene in the center of the room.

His sister, Robin, was sprawled pathetically on the cold floor, her hands weakly propping her up like a bird with a broken wing, trying to struggle but to no avail.

Her magnificent performance dress was stained with dust, having lost its former brilliance.

"Brother... you've come... I've already been molded into Daziel's shape..."

Robin hummed weakly.

Yes, she had become someone else's plaything.

Seeing the scene before him, an uncontrollable rage surged from the bottom of Sunday's heart. His handsome face contorted slightly with anger, and a chilling aura emanated from him.

Just as he was about to step forward to try and break the invisible shackles on his sister, the scene before him rippled like water.

The dim little house suddenly vanished, replaced by a bizarre, color-shifting, distorted space.

Daziel, Firefly, and Black Swan—who had regained some of her composure but still clung tightly to Daziel's side—stood quietly not far away.

But what made Sunday's pupils shrink was the faintly glowing chain in Daziel's hand. The other end of that chain was horrifyingly connected to Robin's slender, snow-white neck.

Daziel's expression was calm, as if he were merely leading a docile pet. He unhurriedly led Robin before him.

"Daziel!"

Sunday's voice seemed to be squeezed from between his teeth, laced with suppressed fury and a hint of disbelief.

"What did you do to my sister?!"

A ghost of a smile played on Daziel's lips as he calmly met Sunday's fiery gaze.

"What I did? Didn't you already find out through Aventurine's memories... my dear brother-in-law?"

That title, "brother-in-law," was delivered with a mix of jest and provocation, ringing clearly in Sunday's ears.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this slightly insulting term, Sunday's tense nerves seemed to be gently plucked. The fire in his eyes miraculously subsided, replaced by a bottomless chill.

"You'd best not call me that."

Sunday's voice was flat, as if his earlier anger had been a mere illusion.

"In any case, Robin is just one part of my plan. Nothing can stop me from achieving my ideals and plans."

He spoke with a calmness that was almost cruel, as if discussing an object that had nothing to do with him, rather than his own sister.

This, at least, was not a deviation from Sunday's behavior in the original story—he was willing to sacrifice even his sister for his lofty ideals.

Hence, in the original story, after meeting the Dream Master, Sunday used his authority of Harmony on both Robin and Welt.

A trace of pity and confusion flashed in Firefly's clear eyes. She couldn't help but ask:

"Your dream and your plan... what exactly are they?"

Sunday slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Firefly's still somewhat childish face. A faint smile appeared on his lips, but it was a smile that sent a strange chill down one's spine.

"Seeing as the plan is about to succeed, there's no harm in telling you."

He paused, his voice taking on a sermon-like solemnity and fervor.

"Penacony's predicament can never be saved by the ethereal 'Harmony'. The only thing that can truly build an eternal paradise of sweet dreams is the supreme, absolute 'Order,' where the strong dominate the weak!"

Black Swan's violet eyes narrowed slightly, glinting with a probing light. Her red lips parted, her voice carrying its signature lazy, appraising tone.

"That sounds ambitious. So, how do you plan to do it?"

"Very simple."

Sunday opened his arms, as if to embrace the entire illusory dreamscape. "To place the happiness of all life under a single 'Order.'"

"In my paradise, people will no longer have to make bitter choices. They can face the weaknesses and ugliness of their own human nature day and night, completely recalling their primal instincts from when they were beasts."

"Only in this way can a truly human, pure, and eternal paradise be established!"

He paused, feeling that such a description was not yet concrete enough, and his eyes took on a distant look.

"Describing the idea alone is still too abstract. Let me think... Hmm, allow me to give you all a simple example."

Sunday's gaze swept over Daziel, Firefly, and Black Swan, his tone becoming somewhat peculiar.

"You may know that in some primitive worlds, there exists a system of marital operation known as 'handing over the public grain.'"

"In those hard-won, brief periods of rest, people are able to temporarily escape from the heavy pressures of life and endless toil, returning to a moment of peace and tranquility for the soul."

His voice held a strange, bewitching quality.

"And only in those few moments, people do not have to face the cruel law of the jungle, do not have to scheme against each other for survival, and can, in that short time, truly live 'happily.'"

Sunday's tone shifted, now tinged with a subtle regret and dissatisfaction.

"It's just a pity... those two or three short days and nights are far too brief for a woman in a long and painful lonely chamber. And, to have only done that with one person, it seems a bit too... dull and uninteresting."

Daziel's eyebrow twitched. A flash of understanding crossed his deep eyes, and he spoke calmly:

"So, what are the specifics? How do you plan to implement it?"

The smile on Sunday's face at this moment became incredibly radiant, even carrying a sacred glow. He spread his hands, his voice passionate and firm:

"In my view, the most ideal system between a husband and wife should be the 'Day'!"

"The day after the 'public grain day' is the second 'public grain day,' the third 'public grain day,' and so on, an endless, eternal succession of 'public grain days,' and men will have endless stamina and energy, possessing a physique just like Mr. Daziel's—this is the perfect vision I have conceived for the new era of couples!"

"An eternal day of peace and idleness, until everyone has achieved true, complete ecstasy!"

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