Sage Pika rubbed his slightly throbbing temples.
After some thought, his emotions calmed somewhat, and he more or less understood what Gleipnir and the others were thinking.
Perhaps, in Gleipnir's eyes, adding pages truly was no great matter. Nearly every race at the gathering had a page of its own in the catalog to showcase itself. They wanted a page too—what was wrong with that?
Indeed, even the weakest race had its own exclusive display page. Gleipnir was a powerful astrologer, and there was seemingly a great existence behind her as well. It was only natural for them to have their own display page.
But... the times were against them!
The various races with display pages had all confirmed their participation in the gathering and reserved their display-page slots around a month before it began.
At that time, even a race as faint as fireflies would have been granted a display page so long as it applied.
Meeting the wrong person at the right time could still count as right.
But now, the gathering had already begun, and the catalogs had already been distributed. Adding pages at the last minute was far more difficult.
This was what they called the wrong time. Even if one met the right person, it would still count as wrong.
Sage Pika let out a helpless sigh and spoke of his difficulties.
Luigi narrowed his eyes. "By your logic, didn't the Singers and the Featherwood Clan also show up at the wrong time? How did they become 'right'? Isn't that rather double-standard of you? Or perhaps..."
"You look down on us. You think we matter less than the Singers and the Featherwood Clan?"
Sage Pika hurriedly waved his hands. "I would never think that. As for why the Singers and the Featherwood Clan were able