There shouldn't be any problems, right?
Feeling uneasy, Angel silently watched the Mystic Ritual Box for any changes.
The Mystic Ritual Box's initial reactions were all more or less the same—the rose patterns on the porcelain box began to emit a soft glow. As the light spread into the air, it outlined phantoms of creeping roses.
Vibrant rose phantoms bloomed one after another above the Mystic Ritual Box.
They were like a flock of noble ladies dressed in magnificent new gowns, vying to outshine one another at a prince's fiery ball, eager to display their most beautiful sides.
Along with the blooming flower phantoms came a rich fragrance.
At first, the scent of flowers filled the air, but it gradually turned into a faint sweetness.
The feeling this sweetness brought was like the dazzling noble ladies leaving the stage one after another, only for bashful Cinderellas to take their place.
It did not have the overwhelming intensity of the floral scent from before, yet it tugged at the heart even more, fresh and soul-soothing.
At that moment, even the burnt smell lingering around the brazier seemed to have been washed away, leaving behind only a lovely rhythm.
Everything seemed to be moving in the best possible direction.
The others nearby—whether Luigi, the Sage Pika, or Piu—were all gazing at the Mystic Ritual Box with yearning expressions.
Their eyes were dreamy, as if they had already seen the exquisite delicacy about to emerge, radiating an incomparably brilliant light.
But Angel's expression was completely different from theirs.
Angel did not relax in the slightest. Instead, he grew increasingly nervous. Because the last time, at the Hundred Dragons Divine Kingdom outpost, it had been exactly the same. The Mystic Ritual Box's initial reactions had been just as wonderful, but once it entered the