"Is a demon tempting a Chosen One?"
Watching the scene beneath the moon, Shade thought suspiciously. If it succeeds, it seems another Ivan Daknis will be born. But the Chosen One of Wisdom was not the Dark Chosen One. The former should not do such a thing, or he would not be qualified to inherit "Wisdom."
Sure enough, Sir Prisha gave a mocking snort. He understood the cursed language:
"Even the wise cannot speak of themselves, much less me."
As he spoke, amid steam whistles and ringing bells, the Destiny Ring behind him slowly appeared within the mist. This differed somewhat from the information Miss Danist had provided. He was not a four-ring arcanist, but a five-ring one. His Core Ling Runes were an unusual four—
Guiding Moon, White Wings, Book, and Finger.
The instant he saw "Guiding Moon," Shade's eyes widened. The four Core Ling Runes bloomed with light beneath the moon at once, as though seeking to pressure the servant with the strange smile.
The little mirror Miss Danist had given him to collect Ling Light was on Shade, but collecting it required being within fifteen feet, so the conditions were not currently met.
The demon facing Sir Prisha merely smiled and shook its head:
"A true wise man would not use strength to reason with others."
It seemed completely unaffected:
"Discovering you was entirely accidental. I had not originally intended to take part in the Sixth Epoch epic. But things are different now. I can speak honestly: yes, I need you. I offer you everything I have, as long as you are willing to contain my soul. I am willing to humbly serve you as my master, asking only that you protect me from my enemies."
Legenes Presia took a palm-sized little book from the large inner