When Iver had just been talking about Isabel, Sherlock had been too afraid to interrupt at all. When it came to how to allocate the Angel Shard, he had been even less willing to speak—
What qualifications did he have to distribute spoils of this level? To personally decide the birth of a new god?
And now, Sherlock finally dared to say a few words. This left him feeling a little lonely... One of the few friends he acknowledged had now reached a realm he could scarcely touch.
The main reason was that, not long ago in the Dream Realm, he had learned that Hermes's ancestor and Hypatia had once been close friends and teammates.
This made Sherlock's attitude toward Miss Hypatia somewhat complicated.
What kind of relationship did they have? A stepmother? Great-grandmother? Or maternal aunt? This also made Sherlock even more curious about the truth behind the "Hermes Family."
"Should I go...?"
Aleister glanced at the sky. After the Earl's Mansion had been "imagined" into nothingness, the environment they were in had become open-air.
She calculated for a moment before replying, "No problem. I should be able to deliver it around noon. But will there be enough time? What are you planning to make? A ring?"
"Mm, I was thinking of a ring too."
Iver nodded. "A necklace would work too—but I don't know much about this, so you'd better discuss it with Hypatia. Ideally, it should be something she can carry with her. Given her ability to create items... all she needs to do is change the Angel Shard's form or container. There's no need to add any properties, so she should be able to finish it within a day.
"Consider this advance payment for reviving her daughter—I can't really ask her daughter to stay by my