The Divine Blood Clone sprawled motionlessly in her chair like a salted fish that had lost its dreams. Even when the chair extended a wooden handle, trying to comfort her, she paid it no heed.
She merely muttered vacantly to herself.
And what she kept muttering was still, "Abba abba."
Watching this bizarre scene, Angel hesitated before asking Laplace, "Is this... a side effect?"
Laplace did not answer immediately. She carefully examined the Divine Blood Clone, then, after a moment, said to Angel, "It seems the blessing she gave you this time was quite good."
Angel recalled the blessing the Divine Blood Clone had given him earlier: "As a scholar in pursuit of truth, when you next begin researching sorcery, you will possess unparalleled intuition."
Judging by its effect, it was indeed quite good. But from the wording, it seemed there was only one opportunity to receive the boost.
Still, no matter what, it was a blessing.
A rather good one, at that.
At that thought, Angel nodded. "It is quite good, but after receiving the blessing, I don't seem to feel any change."
"That is because the time has not yet come," Laplace said. "If your blessing concerns scholarly research, then when you begin studying, you will naturally feel it."
Angel nodded in understanding. It seemed that if he wanted to sense the blessing's effects, he would have to wait until he next began researching sorcery.
But getting back to the point, was it really all right for the Divine Blood Clone to suddenly be going "Abba abba"?
At that moment, the Phantom Clone beside them spoke. "There is no need to worry about her. This is merely a small side effect of releasing a blessing."
Angel had already guessed it was a side effect of the "blessing," and