Festive Feast (2-in-1)

However, Furia had no idea that Roy had only been speaking offhandedly.

The truly powerful effect still had to come from the Alchemy Godhead.

What it granted was ability in knowledge and skill—something no amount of Casting Multiplier could ever exchange for.

By extension, the complete godheads of other true gods might possess similar functions.

But what about this Divine Spark Fragment?

With some hesitation, Roy once again began exploring it in depth.

That exploration continued through the changing seasons, and several years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, three years later.

The lakeside manor, in the backyard.

As the melodious notes of a lyre rang out, the willows swayed.

Roy's long fingers moved among the seven gut strings, while the ancient lyre's resonating body sent its beautiful music into the dusk.

Under the setting sun, ripples spread across the lake. The woods on the opposite shore rustled as well, as if echoing this joyous and stirring music.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the grass outside.

Groups of scarabs crawled out of the soil, their black, glossy shells gleaming with a metallic luster beneath the setting sun.

They gathered toward the music and formed a perfect circular array nearby. One by one, they tapped the ground with their forelegs, seemingly chiming along with the rhythm.

On distant treetops, several crows stopped calling and tilted their heads to watch this strange scene.

Roy, however, sensed countless tiny radiances converging on him.

That peculiar power—small yet pure, composed entirely of the insects' will—had been roused by his music.

Under the gaze of Hermes' Eye, countless tiny golden motes rose from the beetles' backs and drifted through the dusk like fireflies.

He could sense the most primitive worship of every beetle.

It was an