The white-bearded old man, who was rather traditional, was clearly unable to accept his grandsons' "cross-dressing fetish," and with a fierce look in his eyes, he charged forward with his cane, ready to give these unruly brats a harsh lesson, sending the equally bewildered muscle heads into a chaotic frenzy.

While the old man and the muscle heads were causing a ruckus, Leon sighed softly in his heart and then deliberately looked upwards at a bull's eye above.

A reflection identical to him... or rather, identical to the mask he wore, was in the eyes of the old yellow bull, looking at Leon, who had turned into his "self" below, and spoke with a headache:

"You're really unexpectedly difficult to deal with... So you weren't completely oblivious before, you actually discovered me trying to steal the source of Number 7, but pretended not to stop me?"

I was discovered after all... It seems I can only find out this much, but being able to gather so much information already exceeds my expectations.

Gazing up at Fredri in the bull's eye, Leon pondered for a moment, then squinted his eyes and, in a rare instance, didn't refuse to communicate but nodded in response.

"Pretty much."

"It's more than just pretty much."

Looking at the chaotic sanctuary below and the cross-dressing weirdos in skirts identical to hers, Fredri couldn't help but shake her head helplessly, then furrowed her brows slightly and said:

"Because I am exploiting this dreamscape to steal the dream source, this dream saturated with countless sources becomes extremely resilient due to the source infusion, even for me it's hard to completely obliterate it, at most I can only temporarily destroy a part.

And you, on the other hand, can consume the dream source to restore this dream after I leave, and come in again to investigate my past... You actually let me take away thirty percent of the source for this little dreamscape? Is it worth it?"

Of course it's worth it, and not just ordinarily worth it.

Completely ignoring Fredri's question, Leon, wearing her identical mask, looked up with twinkling eyes and asked:

"Fredri, what exactly is the relationship between you and Number 1? Devour? Unilateral absorption? Or is it a shared consciousness with one side dominating?

Is it that the original Number 1 needed the essence of the source, and since these essences are condensed by you and the Old Soil natives, it would lose these essences forever if it killed you, so it chose to make you a part of it?"

"..."

Even though he's not even a source person, why does he feel tougher to deal with than the rest all combined?

Overlooking Leon, who was seizing every opportunity to gather intelligence, Fredri frowned, then turned away without a word, deciding that even if it meant consuming part of the source essence, she absolutely could not give Leon the chance to dig deeper into her past.

And as she turned around, a dazzling brilliance, a hundred times more magnificent than the essence of the source, swept by, slicing the previously stable dream realm into fragments before Leon's eyes.

The previously noisy cross-dressing weirdos also shattered along with the dream, disappearing without a trace... leaving only an old yellow bull in a large white dress, looking utterly bewildered.

"Don't just stand there, come in quickly!"

With a casual flick, Leon conjured a dream and threw it, hitting the dazed old yellow bull on the head, urging with a slight heartache:

"It's not easy keeping you safe! If she realizes something's wrong and comes back to kill you, I might not be able to save you again!"

"Moo moo... moo moo moo? (But I... shouldn't I have been wiped out along with that dream by her?)

"It's a bit complicated to explain..."

Looking down at his arm and feeling a slight streak-like loss in his soul, Leon sighed and said:

"To put it simply, those cigarettes you smoked before weren't for nothing... Hurry up and come in! If we stall any longer, she might come back for you!"