"Grant me permission to use inscriptions?"
Blanche's first instinct was to refuse. She knew nothing about inscriptions.
Beside her, though, Camilo's eyes glimmered. I can't use them without a Legal Identity, but letting Blanche get permission first might not be a bad idea.
Seeing that Blanche was about to refuse, Camilo stepped forward and tried to signal her with his eyes.
Blanche stared back blankly. She had no idea what her teacher meant.
Just as Camilo was about to say it outright, footsteps suddenly sounded inside Uriel's ramshackle attic.
Creak, creak—
Quick steps crossed the battered wooden floorboards. They sounded like the rusted hinges of an old, rotting door, groaning for dear life with every swing.
Bang.
The attic door flew open with a bang.
Uriel stood in the doorway, backlit by a shaft of light from the inner room, dust swirling all around him.
He looked urgent at first. But when he saw everyone in the courtyard—even the Sun and Moon Wizards seated nearby, every gaze turning toward him—his urgency vanished, replaced by embarrassment and unease.
"You're... you're all here?" Uriel waved sheepishly.
No one was surprised to see him. They simply nodded in greeting.
Ms. Moon smiled. "You look like you're in a hurry. Let me guess: are you here for Camilo? Or Blanche?"
Uriel said awkwardly, "I was just curious whether I could enter the Dream Crystal Plain by falling asleep, so I gave it a try. I didn't expect it to work."
"And since I was already here, I thought I'd ask Camilo... whether he'd run into any trouble."
Before today, Uriel had also logged into the instance as a "Dreamseer" when he fell asleep in reality. But a Dreamseer's awareness was usually disjointed, sometimes even hazy. Whenever it touched on crucial clues, such as information