"[Watchmaker]… Lagwork Char Mikhail… So this is Mr. Watchmaker's real name?"
After listening to Gallagher's introduction, Robin's gaze was completely focused on the elderly man sitting silently in the recliner, who no longer showed any signs of life.
Under the quiet moonlight, the old man slept peacefully. The blue-purple and white fur-trimmed clothing covered Mikhail like a cotton quilt.
"Yes, Mikhail. That is his real name. The so-called [Watchmaker] was merely a title."
Taking advantage of Robin's words, Gallagher couldn't help but sigh softly: "How I wish… the name the people of Penacony remember would be Mikhail, and not the awe-inspiring title [Watchmaker]."
Yes, just as Gallagher said, compared to the somewhat lofty title of [Watchmaker], he hoped even more that the people of Penacony would remember the name 'Mikhail,' allowing the name of this first 'Nameless' to be passed down forever, generation after generation.
"Mr. Mikhail…"
Hearing Gallagher's words, our Robin fell somewhat silent. Silently gazing at the elderly man in the recliner, a trace of guilt flashed in the girl's eyes. It was not out of pity, but out of remembrance and respect — a tribute to this 'Nameless,' and also nostalgia for the [Father of Penacony].
She stood silently in place, gazing at Mikhail's remains for a long time, as if conveying something as time passed.
"Mr. Gallagher, I would like to ask… about this dream bubble in Mr. Mikhail's hand… Ah, of course, if it's inconvenient for Mr. Gallagher to say, that's fine too."
After quietly paying her respects for a moment, a gleam flowed through Robin's eyes. Finally, the girl's gaze fell upon the dream bubble in Mikhail's hand, which was condensed from the purest memetic matter.
Originally, Robin could have used the power of her Path to peek at the dream bubble in Mikhail's hand. However, out of respect for the old man, the girl chose not to do so.
"You mean this? It's fine to tell you. You can understand it as Mikhail's keepsake."
Seeing that Robin had not secretly used the power of her Path to probe but had instead politely asked him, our Mr. Gallagher nodded inwardly. After a slight pause, he continued.
"This is the keepsake Mikhail left for his Nameless companions. Or rather, this is the widely circulated — [Watchmaker]'s legacy."
"This is the [Watchmaker]'s legacy?!"
After confirming the identity of the object before her, the girl's voice involuntarily rose an octave, filled with surprise.
During this recent period, the [Watchmaker]'s legacy had been talked about in almost mythical terms across Penacony. Countless Dreamchasers and ambitious individuals had flocked here, all fighting to seize this seemingly meaningless "inheritance."
"Mr. Gallagher, you're just… telling me about the 'legacy' like this. Aren't you afraid that…"
Robin glanced at the dream bubble in Mikhail's hand, then looked up at the slovenly uncle who stood with arms crossed and eyes gently closed. The girl spoke somewhat hesitantly.
Robin's meaning was very clear. From a faction standpoint, no matter what, she was still a member of the 'Family,' while the dream bubble in Mikhail's hand was a legacy left for the Nameless.
The girl found it hard to understand why Gallagher would so trustingly tell her about the dream bubble. Was he not afraid that she would secretly steal this 'legacy'?
"Would you?"
"Eh?"
Perhaps guessing the doubt in Robin's heart, Gallagher, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. A pair of tired yet profound eyes quietly met the girl's gaze.
"I won't…"
Robin answered firmly.
"Then isn't that enough?"
Gallagher spread his hands, then took two steps forward and arrived before Mikhail.
"Old friend, your hat is crooked…"
The slovenly uncle with messy hair extended his rough palm and gently straightened the slightly crooked hat on Mikhail's head. Afterward, he stood up and lightly stroked the dream bubble in the old man's hand.
"Actually, this thing is worthless to the Family."
"Just like how the bullets of the Galaxy Rangers are also worthless to anyone outside the Galaxy Rangers."
"The 'legacy' left within this dream bubble can only be deciphered by those who are also Nameless. Even I… cannot."
— — — —
Let us shift our view back to the Dreamscape Hotel. In Yun Fan's room, Aha—who had transformed into Sparkle's appearance—had once again reverted to his original form, returning to that extremely comical red clown mask.
Meanwhile, our Lady Sparkle's true self was sitting beside Yun Fan with a depressed face, staring at the clown mask in a standoff.
Time passed minute by minute. Watching the large and small pair — one person and one mask — facing each other like this, our Mr. Yun Fan finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Alright alright, you two, why go this far?"
Seeing this scene, the black-haired young man, who had been pretending to read a book, sighed helplessly and simply spoke up to mediate.
Come on, this was really awkward for him. What kind of situation was this? Shouldn't he have been the one teasing Sparkle, with Aha barging in and ruining it? How had he ended up becoming the mediator instead?
"Hmph!"
Hearing Yun Fan's words, our Miss Sparkle couldn't help but purse her lips, then let out a light hum as she shifted closer to the young man's side.
"I'm not angry at all…"
Yun Fan: '...'