Sherlock's brows drew tightly together. Although he seemed to have already believed it in his heart, he was still stubbornly denying it aloud. "What kind of dream are you having? You got a Golden Entry when advancing from the Second to the Third Level? Don't tell me you're going to say you were personally blessed by a Pillar God?"
"Hey, I really was blessed by a Pillar God."
Iver grinned smugly. "Let me show you. Do you have a mirror?"
He did want to try it out. After obtaining a Golden Entry, he had to practice with it; otherwise, it felt as though something were missing.
"Here."
Sherlock pulled a small mirror from the Ritual Treasure Bag at his waist and handed it to Iver.
He casually asked in return, "A ritual presided over by Twin Mirrors?"
"Yeah."
"That's rather unfortunate, then. Her Highness isn't here."
Sherlock sounded somewhat regretful. "Her faith in Twin Mirrors is very devout."
"...Fortunately, she isn't here." Iver complained.
Otherwise, it would be far too embarrassing.
No, he should put it this way—it would be far too dangerous for her.
"?" Sherlock looked at Iver in confusion.
"I mean... this is, after all, the New Moon Ritual."
"I have a feeling that isn't what you meant."
Just then, following the ritual knowledge granted by Twin Mirrors, Iver raised the mirror and closed one eye.
In the mirror, he saw three blurry figures.
One looked exactly like him, while another looked exactly like "Bayard."
The third was a little girl about the same size as Sherlock.
Iver could freely reflect himself as any one of these three forms.
...Three forms.
Iver's heart stirred.
This good?
He had originally thought he could only transform into a Moon Child version of himself, or simply become No. 14. Judging