Saint Raphael began to clean and organize the white tower.
Saint Raphael carried the puppet Oran to a spotlessly clean room. Oran watched as she held her leather case. She extended her finger, touching various corners of the room and bringing forth one item after another.
Lamps and mirrors appeared on the walls.
The room filled with a bed, table, chairs, and various ornants.
These were all Saint Raphael's possessions, brought here from the Rainbow Spirit Realm.
Saint Raphael placed the puppet Oran on a chair, arranging him neatly.
"How did you do that?" he asked.
"My case contains a ritual array connected to Sister Florrie's Letter Spirit Realm," she explained. "I previously commissioned her to send my belongings to ."
"When I activate the ritual array, the items are transmitted through Sister Florrie's rainbow tree."
This was the power of Fourth-Rank wood nymphs. Their spirit realms could transform into independent spaces, which they could even use as transit stations for transmitting objects.
"However," she continued, "Sister Florrie has already beco the Letter Nymph, and just delivering letters keeps her very busy."
"So I want to beco the first Storage Nymph."
Puppet Oran marveled at the nymphs' power, at how their innate talent could create an independent space. "The power of nymphs is truly magical and mighty," he said.
Saint Raphael seed to not quite grasp his awe. "Mighty?" she said. "I just like it and find it useful."
Puppet Oran replied, "That's because you are a nymph, a being from the Creator's Domain."
He then asked, "Then why do you still carry a case and always keep it with you?"
Saint Raphael answered readily. "Because so things need to be kept close, where I can touch them anyti to feel secure!"
Puppet Oran observed, "You really like to store things away."
Saint Raphael countered, "Of course. Everyone has things they cherish."
"Everyone should have their own box," she added, "to keep their favorite things in the safest place."
Puppet Oran asked, "What if the things you like don't belong to you, or want to leave you?"
"What would you do then?"
Saint Raphael paused, considering this new topic for a long ti. "Well," she finally said, "if sothing belongs to soone else, I can exchange for it. I have many, many treasures I can trade with others."
Saint Raphael often exchanged treasures with spirits. Each spirit was a treasury itself, and they always favored novelty, pursuing new and interesting things.
"As for leaving?" She tilted her head, pondering. "That won't happen. Why would my things ever leave ?"
Puppet Oran asked Saint Raphael, "After you establish your new spirit realm... will you imprison us here forever, like objects?"
Saint Raphael looked puzzled. "Imprison?"
"No," she said. "I would preserve you."
"You aren't people, and those floating points of light have no wisdom. How can keeping and protecting sothing without wisdom or feeling be called imprisonnt?"
"But you are indeed sowhat strange," she remarked.
Then, Saint Raphael studied puppet Oran. "You're an unusual puppet. I've never seen such a being before."
"How can an artifact possess wisdom?"
"Only Mythical Artifacts have wisdom, so how did you co to possess it?"
"Are you really a puppet?"
Saint Raphael couldn't figure this out, but she did like puppets.
"However," she continued, a smile returning to her face.
"Let's just say you are a puppet, and you'll stay with
from now on!"
Oran looked at Saint Raphael. He seed suddenly struck by lightning, or perhaps awakened from a dream he had been unwilling to leave.
"That's right!" he exclaid.
"We are not living people."
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