Beneath the starlight, the shimmering ripples, the lively fish, Laplace's cold expression, and Angel's tightly pressed lips formed this silent stretch of water.
The secluded atmosphere lasted a full minute before Laplace slowly lowered her eyes. "This fish didn't count as one I caught."
With that, Laplace picked up the fish basket and set it on the water. With a turn of her wrist, she tipped it over, and the fish inside tumbled and flopped out. A splash— followed, and moon-pale spray blossomed across the tranquil surface.
Angel watched helplessly as the fish swam through the shallows, flicked its tail, and vanished into the distance.
Only after the fish had completely disappeared beneath the water did Laplace's expression return to calm, as though nothing had happened before.
Laplace glanced at Angel without speaking, but the meaning in her eyes was clear: Why are you still here?
Angel coughed. "Actually, there's something else I want to tell you."
As he spoke, Angel's gaze unconsciously drifted toward the stack of The Book of Fishing beside them. Laplace seemed to understand something. "Are you planning to remind me to return the books after I finish reading them?"
Angel paused, then shook his head. "Not that."
Laplace: ...Then why were you staring at those books?
Angel said, "It's like this. Not long ago, I learned something—a rumor concerning the truth behind Deep Abyss Cave."
Deep Abyss Cave? Laplace looked at Angel skeptically.
If she remembered correctly, Angel had gone no farther than Heart Space these past two days. He had not visited anywhere else in the Mirror Realm. In other words, the truth about Deep Abyss Cave he spoke of had been found in the material world.
Deep Abyss Cave was a secret even within the Mirror Realm. How could its truth possibly exist