"Dragging me down? No, no, it's fine. I'm not afraid of being dragged down by anyone. Last time, I went to Miburg with that person without knowing anything. That merit alone is enough for me to live off my achievements for the rest of my life."
Mr. Bernhardt shook his head.
As the innkeeper polished a wineglass, he watched the guests at the corner table carry on a secret conversation while repeatedly pointing upward. He first looked up in confusion, thinking there was something wrong with his ceiling, then decided the two of them must be criticizing the City Council or the king. In any case, they were surely discussing politics.
"What exactly is the method?"
"Have a great dream. If you can see the Red Moon in that dream, then you've succeeded."
As Mr. Bernhardt spoke, he reached into his pocket and rummaged around for a while. He then pulled out a bracelet tied with multicolored cords, adorned with crescent-shaped red gemstones that were unquestionably filled with Blasphemy Elements.
"Put it beneath your pillow. Later, I'll draw a Ritual Matrix for you and set it up beneath the bed. Before falling asleep, remember to drink some potion that can guide you into deep sleep. Lastly, there's the moon phase..."
He counted on his fingers and muttered an incantation.
"Any time before this week ends will do. If you're lucky, you'll succeed on the first try. If you're unlucky, you'll never succeed. This ritual may sound simple, but it's absolutely reliable. But I must remind you once more: if you succeed, then in the dream, you'll be facing..."
As he spoke, he pointed upward again.
Shade nodded slowly and solemnly.
"I have to give it a try. I don't think my relationship with that person is all that bad."
Mr.