Angel said, "When we spoke of the last mutation, we meant the mutation recorded by Parrot."
Luigi frowned. "That's not right. I clearly heard you say that the porcelain surface of the Mystic Ritual Box didn't change during the last mutation. If it was the mutation in Parrot's records, that doesn't add up."
Angel said, "You misheard."
Luigi said, "??"
Luigi still wanted to say something, but Angel had already begun discussing the aftermath of handling the foul black vapor with Laplace.
Laplace intended to have Angel exile the gathered stench into the void.
That had been Angel's initial thought as well, but just as he was about to exile it, the image of a centaur surfaced in his mind—Alshanjo.
"Do you think Alshanjo might buy this black vapor?" Angel murmured softly.
Laplace said, "..." You wanted to sell this too?
Angel said, "Waste not, want not."
Besides, from a certain angle, it was not even waste. The height of fragrance was stench. For all he knew, in some people's mouths, this might be the finest delicacy in the world.
With that thought, Angel took the mirror barrier from Laplace's hand and placed it into Exile Space.
Previously, Angel had opened Exile Space at random. This time, however, he created a relatively stable Exile Space. As long as he maintained a constant energy output, he could preserve its coordinates and keep it in existence for a long time.
There was no harm in temporarily storing the mirror barrier in Exile Space.
Once he had finished, heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs.
Sage Pika sat on the hand of a transport soldier as he descended from the second floor.
After landing, the transport soldier slowly liquefied and seeped into the floor, vanishing without a trace. Sage Pika nodded to the others.