The harp Angel had manifested was not put away. He still intended to enter Hot Gold City as a "troubadour." Troubadours gathered material wherever they went, so visiting Hot Gold City was perfectly reasonable... or at least, that was what Angel thought.
The only thing he altered was his appearance. He completely changed Luigi's face into that of a young man with a touch of weathered maturity, yet clear eyes.
A troubadour with a story. That was the persona Angel had chosen for himself.
Seeing Angel's change, Laplace had wanted to say that this appearance might draw even more attention than Luigi's face. But after carefully recalling the situation in Hot Gold City, she shook her head and said nothing.
What did it matter if he had a story? The mirror creatures had no time to pay him any heed.
After making the change, the three of them stepped into the golden Dome.
Entering the Dome did not mean they had entered Hot Gold City. They still had to pass through the mirror surface before reaching their destination.
Passing through the mirror felt much like walking along a mirror corridor. The difference was that they had to walk through a mirror corridor themselves, whereas passing through a mirror felt like weightlessness—like actively falling.
A few seconds later, brilliant light shone upon Angel's face once more.
Angel had originally thought that inside the Dome might be an incomparably bustling metropolis, or perhaps a somewhat dilapidated little town, or even a city like Lasudelan, filled with bizarre and malformed creatures.
But reality was completely different from what he had imagined.
A city?
He saw none.
All he saw was a massive light source like a tiny sun, and beneath it, a huge plaza stretching several miles in every direction. There were no