Shade's words finally reached the heart of the matter. The unknowable, inaudible, unseen god behind the pitch-black curtain high above finally spoke.
Of course, although Shade used the word "spoke" to describe it, the voice actually came from all directions:
"Not enough."
If not for the tone, he might even have suspected that the god before him was that "old acquaintance" from the Sixth Epoch.
Of course, Shade did not voice that rather blasphemous thought.
Since the God of Black Night had not directly refused, that meant the matter could still be discussed. He lightly squeezed Fiona's hand behind him, signaling that this was good news. At the same time, he could feel that Fiona was leaning against him with far too much force. He had to push back with strength just to avoid being shoved forward:
"What else must mortals offer to You?"
"Adorn my palace."
The god gave its answer.
Shade clearly felt the young woman behind him grow even more nervous. After all, they had never considered such a possibility from the beginning. But to Shade, who had "seen" the answer from the future, its meaning was quite clear:
"May we have the honor of using that story of midnight to adorn Your palace?"
Shade asked, and received an answer moments later:
"You may."
A smile appeared on Shade's face. He turned and grabbed Fiona by the shoulders.
"No problem. I knew it would work. Next, I still need your help."
"What can I do?"
the Red Dragon Young Lady asked nervously in a low voice. Her face was illuminated by the cat-shaped golden glow at Shade's chest, and her lovely cheeks bore a helpless expression.
"The new ability you gained from my ritual when you awoke from Slumber. Have you forgotten? Besides the Power of Time,