You can even hear it on a Sunday.

Rachel and Anna were returned “exactly as they were.” However, not to that rooftop, but to the location where the Dreamweavers group was currently stationed. The two Hounds, feeling deeply ashamed, recounted the blunder of the day to the team members and once again expressed their apologies to Rachel and Anna.

In any case, encountering such an incident on the very first day of field practice was truly unfortunate—if not for the sudden outburst of song from this young lady, which freed them from their clouded judgment, and if Mr. Sunday had not arrived in time, following their initial rash judgment, they might have outright ruined this poor student’s internship, possibly even wasting years of her diligent study.

At the thought of this, their already sparse conscience began to ache faintly, and they even wished to offer some compensation within their means. After all, they were Hounds—their work was dedicated to maintaining Pinoconi’s stability and harmony, striving so that everyone here could live a life that was good enough, happy enough.

Rachel suspected that the reason the Hounds now appeared so reliable and upright was because of the song she had sung earlier.

After all, the song "Black Cat Sheriff" was not just about a law enforcement officer’s keen eyesight and hearing but also implicitly demanded a high moral standard.

*

Although Rachel’s first day of internship was largely ruined by this mishap—by the time they returned, most of the day’s work was nearly done—her internship itself was thankfully not destroyed.

According to Montana’s whispers and some “insider tidbits” Anna shared on the way back, now that Mr. Sunday had become head of the Oak family and the overseer of the entire dream world, he had expressed a wish to minimize overtime in the dream realm. Since he took charge, overtime had improved significantly.

This Dreamweavers team, during less busy times, enjoyed a pleasant schedule of starting work at nine in the morning and finishing at five in the afternoon—though during particularly intense projects, those hours might be reversed.

The team leader sympathized greatly with their ordeal and waved his hand, declaring that the internship would officially begin tomorrow—today they could leave early, but their pay would remain unchanged, as he would directly apply to the Hound family for compensation.

Happiness came unexpectedly, even catching them off guard. At least Rachel was quite pleased to leave an hour and a half early. After leaving the Dream Frontier, she joyfully wandered around the golden hour (though she bought nothing) and, upon returning to Origami University, she managed to snag a freshly baked caramel pudding pastry before the cafeteria line could form.

Back in her dorm, Rachel placed the caramel pudding on her desk and, with a touch of ceremony, turned on her phone, selecting light music as accompaniment. She began to eat while replaying the day’s events in her mind.

Everything was normal until the song she couldn’t quite identify started playing.

As for the song itself, the two Hounds chasing the smuggler, and the “accomplice” who had blinded the Hounds and entangled Rachel and Anna—the innocent bystanders—Rachel felt that this matter had little to do with her.

She and Anna had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught in the crossfire as unfortunate passersby. After all, Rachel was just a newcomer to Pinoconi, with hardly any connection to the secrets hidden on this planet—though what exactly was going on with Anna was another matter. But for now, she and Anna were simply colleagues, a senior guiding a junior, which shouldn’t cause any issues.

Of course, Rachel was curious about the song’s content and the real smuggler behind it: since someone had tried to pin the blame on her, even though she wasn’t petty, she couldn’t help but want to know who that person really was and what their purpose was in coming to Pinoconi.

What truly mattered today was her singing.

That song “Black Cat Sheriff” was a pleasant surprise, another trial of her ability to broadcast background music externally. This time, unlike before when she was passively carried along by the song, she had actively chosen to sing, seeking to use the power of music to resolve the issue—and she succeeded.

Although the song she initially intended to sing did not come out, replaced instead by another, overall it was her own conscious choice.

This was undoubtedly a successful trial; at the very least, she could tell herself that she truly possessed the ability to protect herself through singing, and in certain situations, not just defensive but even offensively proactive.

However, this ability demanded a rich repertoire of songs, and Rachel felt her current collection was somewhat insufficient.

All in all, Rachel considered today’s gains quite positive. Although the Hounds and Anna had heard her sing, since she now needed to vocalize her singing for the ability to take effect, well, she might as well embrace it.

The world here was, after all, not the one she had crossed over from. Extraordinary talents abounded, and concepts like fate paths and star gods were commonplace. Rumor had it that within Origami University alone, if all faculty and students were counted, there might be dozens of fate path travelers.

She need not fear revealing her ability would bring dire consequences.

But she might need to worry about the trouble her ability could cause—those who coveted others’ talents might set traps to capture them, forcing them to act against their will for certain purposes. Such things did happen in this universe.

Rachel held her spoon, a metallic one still smeared with remnants of pudding and caramel sauce.

The thick sweetness, tinged with a subtle bitterness, still spread across her palate. She wanted another spoonful, but this time with less caramel—

Just then, her phone screen suddenly lit up. She saw a message from a stranger.

The stranger’s avatar was somewhat abstract: a simplified calendar square marked “sun,” behind which were a pair of wings and a half-floating pale golden halo.

???: Miss Rachel, hello.

???: I am Sunday. I took the liberty of obtaining your contact information through the school system.

Sunday: There is something I have pondered over repeatedly and still feel the need to verify with you. I wish to know whether you are a member of a family, or if you have ever had contact with the Montol star system or other families aligned with the Harmonic faith?

Mr. Sunday…

Rachel was not worried this was a scam—after all, the entire dream realm was under family supervision. While scams could not be completely ruled out, anyone daring to impersonate the head of the Oak family…

Her imagination ran wild for a brief moment, then startled her a little. She tapped on Sunday’s avatar and saw his friend circle filled almost exclusively with messages about robins.

Whether official announcements, tactical formations for robins, or other content…

In short, it was nearly impossible to find any message not related to robins.

Her confidence in authenticity increased.

She returned to the chat respectfully, refraining from even a single emoji—not even the system’s default ones.

Rachel chirped: Mr. Sunday! Hello!

Staring at her phone screen, she hesitated briefly before responding to Sunday’s earlier question.

Rachel chirped: To my memory, I have not been to any star systems under the Harmonic faction; Pinoconi is the first.

Rachel chirped: But my understanding of star gods and fate paths is shallow, so perhaps I have been unknowingly… I’m not sure.

She reread Sunday’s message, deciding it was better to be forthright rather than wait for his questions. That way, she had more room to maneuver and could conceal what she preferred not to reveal—

For example, the song “YMCA” she heard every time she met him.

Rachel chirped: I know you must be curious how I affected those two Hounds family members.

Rachel chirped: It was through singing, some, um, songs from my homeland.

Rachel chirped: But this ability only began manifesting after I arrived in Pinoconi. Honestly, I’m still quite unfamiliar with it myself.

After some thought, Rachel decided to conceal the fact that she could hear background music—this was easier to hide, and if her family learned of this ability, her academic life might never be peaceful again.

At least for now, Rachel had no plans to disrupt her tranquil life.

She honestly told Sunday about singing “Good Luck Comes” before the internship interview. Apart from her remarkably good fortune, there was nothing else to question.

Without the pressure of the interview, Rachel felt quite confident that even without luck, the internship was almost guaranteed.

Rachel chirped: That’s roughly the situation, Mr. Sunday.

Rachel chirped: So, do you know what this sudden ability I obtained is about?

She rubbed her brow, her thumb hovering over the phone screen for some time before hesitantly sending an emoji.

It was a robin figure with hands clasped in prayer—Rachel thought it fitting, especially after seeing Sunday’s friend circle.

At that moment, on another phone, Sunday’s furrowed brow relaxed slightly, though not completely smooth.

From her words, there was no sign of deceit. She was an earnest, intelligent freshman at Origami University, curious but unfamiliar with this world’s fate paths.

Sunday felt Rachel’s situation was very much like a fledgling fate path traveler aligned with Harmonics—someone who had recently awakened her ability and was still clumsy in tuning it.

For such fledglings, he bore the responsibility to protect and guide—a weight he had carried, unwavering, every moment.

In fact, that was precisely what he intended for Rachel: a little guidance, hoping she could master her ability better, which would bring him joy.

Yet, there was one thing that troubled him deeply.

That song.

On his way to the “little black room” to lift the fog from those two blinded Hounds, he had connected to the Harmonic power, which allowed him to access the inner worlds of others and accurately isolate discordant noises.

But… he had heard very little discord.

Because the song’s powerful rhythm, lively melody, and notes almost entirely drowned out his ears and ear feathers.

He had never heard such a melody from any other Harmonic fate path traveler.