Biscuit held up a small mirror, looking left and right, and let out a wail.
"Ahhh, forehead wrinkles, crow's feet, laugh lines... I never thought I'd see you again."
After the Sphinx's curse took effect, there was no way Biscuit—who was anxious about her appearance—could keep from complaining.
However, when she returned to her strong form and felt the power coursing through her body, she decided it was worth it.
"Hmph. I'll just have Cookie, the Magic Beautician, give me an intensive treatment for two months, then eat some Nitoromi. That'll definitely get rid of these wrinkles."
Biscuit folded her arms and pursed her lips in displeasure.
That was the plan she'd come up with when she heard the question and made her choice.
Her Nen ability had been born from her desire to stay young forever, so at least now she was putting it to proper use.
It was just that for the next two months, she wouldn't be able to keep her usual pretty, youthful appearance, and that left her frustrated and dejected.
While Biscuit chattered on, acting her age for once, the Sphinx had moved on to Gelman.
It gazed at Gelman for much longer than it had gazed at Morel or Biscuit, so much so that everyone turned to look in puzzlement.
After a long moment, it sighed. "My ability can't affect you. You possess an immensely powerful 'blessing,' just like the Gatekeeper."
"I can't see your past, nor can I change your present. But I still have to ask you a question, and you have to answer. Otherwise, I won't let you pass."
Gelman pressed down on his tricorne hat and nodded. "I understand."
He was on the same level as the Gatekeeper. The Sphinx's ability couldn't affect him, just as lower dimensions could hardly