The absolute stroke of luck he had won from the god of gambling took effect here. The die tumbled through the air, and when it landed in his palm, the upward-facing side showed twenty.
Raising an eyebrow, he waited for luck to give the Mystic Lock its final push toward completion, just as he had turned around at the door of the house where the god had nearly taken him away, wanting to save that little girl.
The Mystic Lock could sever the power the Darkness Domain granted Daknis. Using it now, while God's Radiance was at its peak, together with Iluna's gradually recovering condition, he believed he had enough to defeat his opponent. After all, when the previous Mystic Lock had taken shape, he had directly forced back the gaze of an evil god.
But this time, the luck did not seem to manifest in obtaining the Mystic Lock Thaumaturgy. After the die landed in his palm, Shade felt nothing. After half a second of stunned silence, two voices spoke at once:
Look at your chest.
"Shade, your chest is glowing!"
Tifa gripped his arm with difficulty and reminded him. Shade then took out the Poetry Manuscript Paper he kept against his chest. It was glowing because the Academy had sent a notification—
Shade Hamilton, may you now receive "Saint Byrens Comprehensive College's Dream"?
"Huh? Why this? Wasn't it supposed to be the Mystic Lock? Oh, right, today is Saturday. The Academy said it would send it over on the weekend."
Shade pressed his finger against the glowing word "Yes."
The paper flickered with light, and a palm-sized, delicate cloisonné Snuff Bottle dropped into Shade's hand.
The body of the bottle was overall a cobalt blue, painted with bright yellow sunflowers connected by golden lines, making one unable to