"How does one advance into the mysterious? Are you referring to alchemy?" Little Peach looked suspiciously at the young man beyond the painting.
Angel nodded.
"I do not have the authority to answer that question. Unless you come to Peach Heart Theater in person to find me, only then can I give you an answer at my discretion... As I said before, invalidated questions still count as questions, so even if I have not answered this question of yours, it will still be expen—"
As Little Peach spoke, she watched Angel. More precisely, she watched the threads of fate wound around him.
Halfway through, Little Peach's gaze suddenly sharpened, and the words already at her lips came to an abrupt halt.
"Wait." Little Peach narrowed her long, slender eyes and stared fixedly at one thread entwined in Angel's fate. "You... have refined a mysterious object?"
The moment Little Peach said it, she denied her own words. "No, that refinement failed. But you have come into contact with the mysterious level?"
Angel nodded. "That did happen."
If nothing unexpected had occurred, Little Peach was referring to that alchemy session at Black Castle. Heaven's timing and earth's advantage had both been present, but in the end, it had lacked a touch of "human harmony," leading to failure.
Little Peach sized Angel up and down, truly taking notice of him for the first time.
She had seen quite a few mysterious alchemists, but Angel was the first to have come into contact with the mysterious level at such a young age.
"Since you have already come into contact with the mysterious level, I can appropriately reveal a little information to you." Little Peach paused before saying, "There are many methods to advance into the mysterious level. Yet the authority of this body of