"Wow!" Alice poked her head into the collection room, her face lighting up with delighted amazement. "So impressive!"
Again... Watching Alice's reaction, Edwina frowned once more.
Too vivid, too lively, and too fake.
Edwina glanced at Alice and, after some thought, Reminded Him, "You should at least wait until you've seen what's inside before you start marveling."
That did seem right... Alice found Edwina's words reasonable and craned her neck to look inside.
She wore an astonished expression again.
Several tables had been casually placed in Edwina's collection room, with a few cabinets standing beside them. Both the cabinets and tables held numerous objects, the collection rich and varied.
Alice swept her gaze around the collection room before it settled on a massive black iron key.
The key had been casually placed on a wooden table. Alice pointed at it and asked, "Is that Death's Key?"
"Yes." Edwina nodded slightly. "Everything here is from our various treasure hunts. You can look around."
As though she had received permission, Alice trotted over and looked at Death's Key.
The key was over a meter long. Even without considering its weight, Alice felt it would be rather strange to carry by hand. After thinking briefly, she Recalled Briefly the way people held instruments in television dramas and hugged the key to her chest.
The key was iron-black and perpetually dull. Alice silently memorized its patterns, then began investigating its origins in the manner a mystic ought to use.
Relying on her keen spiritual intuition, Alice did not examine the unimportant scenes closely, focusing only on the most crucial frame.
It was dusk.
Within the frozen dusk stood a magnificent Building Complex. Alice could not make out its details, but she could sense the ancient aura within those structures.
Alice let the images vanish