"Having one's will take on Mythical Form really is an apt metaphor."
They sat around the snake-shaped table, brewing tea and chatting merrily. Though the weather was poor, Professor Fu's laboratory at the Academy of Revelation was a picture of tranquility.
Even though any one sentence of their conversation could easily have frightened someone.
After considering Fu Qian's explanation for a moment, Cas said it was indeed apt.
"But I don't think that's a normal state to be in, even though it feels wonderful.
"You don't even end up falling into nothingness like some paths of cultivation do. It's just a more perfect version of yourself."
He immediately shook his head afterward, though, and his assessment was still on the negative side.
"That sounds pretty good. Why wouldn't it be a good thing?"
Cas's assessment clearly didn't match his description. Fu Qian poured him another cup of tea, gesturing for him to explain himself more clearly.
"It's stopping me from going any further. In that state, everything feels good, but the path ahead grows blurry and harder to grasp. Even if I deactivate Mythical Form, the effects continue."
So it wasn't just a matter of personal interpretation. Cas continued, his tone certain as he revealed another secret.
Perfect, but unable to progress any further?
Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.
If my Eternal Lock weren't still in the Warehouse, I'd think the dean had snuck a bite of it.
And the dean really was a tough one. Most people would be deeply wary of "losing themselves" in this situation.
But Cas seemed more concerned with whether there was still a chance to go further.
"For example, right now?"
The next moment, Fu Qian blinked and asked a question that made the air turn electric.
"Heh... heh heh..."
The air