Just as the Deity from bygone days finished speaking, within Shard's line of sight, he nearly saw a golden light engulf the boy Chad in an instant.
"A blessing? Is that..."
[Yes, that is why this story was able to reach your point in ti and thus gained strength.]
Afterward, the Saint looked toward Shard:
"So, what have you understood?"
Only then did Shard realize that he too was seen as a "child" by the Saint, and the earlier question was directed to four people.
"? Yes, I've understood..."
This type of story appreciation and reading comprehension was sothing very familiar to Shard. He had much to say, but in the end, he didn't discuss those complex adult matters. This was a children's story, and in front was the Old God, the Creator of Innocence.
So, Shard gave the answer that struck him the deepest, his true thoughts after hearing the story in two worlds:
"There's nothing much to understand, I was just thinking, if possible, I really want to save her."
The three children looked toward Shard, agreeing with his view:
"Yes, if possible, we must save her!"
It was that sa unanimous response again, sothing was definitely off about the state of these three children at the mont.
The Saint laughed, not a polite laugh, but one that was truly from the heart:
"You see, 'False Immortality', how well it suits you."
It was then that the shop door behind Shard suddenly opened, revealing the endless white mist outside. An unseen force suddenly grabbed his shoulder, dragging him towards the door.
Ten minutes had passed.
The three children, still sitting on high stools, excitedly waved goodbye to Shard, while the young man behind the counter spoke softly:
"See you next ti. Thank you for your story, good night, and sweet dreams."
[Outlander, you have returned to the present ti.]
[ssage from the Ancient God, Father of the Infinite Tree:]
[Mission incomplete.]
[Ti Key; Fifth Era-1068-Creator of Innocence, damaged 2/3.]
[Next opening ti, please wait a week.]
He flew out from the Mist Gate, and because he was prepared in advance, he rely staggered back a few steps instead of falling to the ground.
The orange cat Mia had already dashed to the study door within three seconds, just as Shard was returning, and joyfully circled around him.
Shard lifted the soft cat, and with his other hand brought out the key from his pocket, now the wooden key was almost crumbling to the touch.
He was still captivated by the story he had told, as since becoming an adult, it had been a long ti since he last touched fairy tales. Telling stories to the children of past tis tonight was actually also for himself.
After a while, a smile appeared on his face:
"The story has ended, leaving behind only power and growth. Although I still haven't accomplished the task, the children's wishes are obviously much simpler compared to the Divine Afterglow. Empowering mortals and accelerating the growth of children for a short ti, perhaps, could be achieved with the knowledge from Saint Byrons."
He murmured to himself and then thought of the poor girl's figure in the Illusionary Realm constructed by the Saint.
Looking down at his fingers, a fla suddenly sprang up, startling Mia, whose animal instincts made her want to stay away from the fire, but the cat's curiosity made her want to reach out and try what it was.
The Sorcery "Ignite" had initially allowed Shard to only heat and ignite combustible materials upon contact or by staring for long periods, both requiring ti to heat up. rely by telling that story in the past, the effects of the sorcery directly upgraded to sparking flas.
Moreover, he could feel that the power he gained was definitely more than what he now possessed, though he had not fully realized it yet.
From the very origin of ti, he created that story. Because this story had been passed down through two Eras, it gained power, and he, too, gained so improvent in his own strength. But all these were premised on his story becoming a part of civilization, a feat almost impossible without the help of a Deity.
In his half-month in this world, he also learned a lot about Ancient Literature, among which this was the most familiar. Presumably, even if he tried again in the future, it would be difficult to replicate today's situation.
But it didn't matter, because today, what was most important was that he saw hope in completing the task of the "Father of the Infinite Tree."
"The story of the Matchstick Girl, I will probably ponder over it for many days."
He sighed and went to the window holding the cat, admiring the night sky over Saint Delan Square in March's double moonlight.
[You seem very confident about the remaining two wishes?]
"Yes, if I wasn't confident about such matters, how could I go on to collect the remaining eleven drops of Divinity? Also, what do you think of this story?"
[Not bad, warmth in the darkness, terror in the light. A good story.]
After a simple wash, he went to sleep, because he had plans for Thursday, so he woke up promptly at six in the morning, prepared breakfast for both Mia and himself, and then set off imdiately.
Despite the cost, he found a rented carriage and set off in the morning fog towards 211 Feather Quill Street. He knocked on Miss Luisa's apartnt building door just at seven-thirty in the morning.
This timing for a visit was just right, any earlier and Miss Luisa might have been having breakfast, any later, and Miss Luisa might have already left the house.
It was a while before the blonde writer opened the door for Shard; she was in a casual white dress, as she was in her ho state.
Seeing the Detective outside, she was sowhat surprised:
"Detective, visiting so early, has sothing happened?"
Shard quickly shook his head:
"No, nothing's wrong. Just have so questions, I have been engrossed in reading those books and have encountered quite a confusion. I actually thought of coming over last night."
This was no joke; having returned from that point in the past, he really had planned to visit imdiately, even dreaming about Miss Luisa last night.
"Visiting
in the middle of the night? Detective, have you finally lost control over your reading?"
Miss Luisa eyed him suspiciously, saw his faint dark circles but noted that he otherwise looked normal, and led him towards the stairs.
Miss Luisa, of course, didn't rent the entire building; 211 Feather Quill Street was divided into three floors. The landlady and her two daughters lived on the first floor; the second floor was rented by three girls from the nearby Won's Academy, and the third floor was Miss Luisa's rental area.
In an apartnt predominantly occupied by won, of course, n were not easily allowed in. So, when Shard was invited in by Miss Luisa, the ample-bodied landlady with a hairnet scrutinized him for a long while like inspecting a criminal.
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