In the confessional, Cyril gave Father Larry, the philosopher, a respectful bow.
"Thank you for your guidance. I think I know what to do now."
It wasn't just the matter that had been troubling him. He'd also gotten some inspiration from Father Larry on how to digest the Astrologer Potion.
Father Larry nodded gently and tapped his chest three times.
"Steam above, it wasn't I who guided you. You came to understand the truths of life yourself."
"Steam above!"
Cyril tapped his chest three times as well, returning the Church of Steam's customary greeting.
After saying goodbye to Father Larry and leaving the Lever Church, Cyril headed straight to a park two streets away and stopped beside an artificial lake.
He looked around, and after confirming that nobody was nearby, murmured in Ancient Hermes:
"Incarnation of good fortune, monster that foresees the future, Calamity that spreads misfortune, witness to all the Fates of Backlund, guardian of chaos and madness."
After reciting it three times and waiting in place for fifteen minutes, nothing stirred. There were only ripples spreading across the lake's surface in the wind. She really doesn't want to see me at all...
"Ah~"
His wistful murmur was interrupted by a deep, melodious moan from behind him, breathless and brimming with emotion.
Cyril's expression stiffened for a moment. Then he turned around and activated Spirit Vision.
In his sight, two humanoid lights of Spirituality appeared, intertwined in a bush less than ten meters behind him.
The Spirituality within the two figures wasn't particularly strong. Their Astral Bodies were almost entirely covered in red, the color of excitement, with small traces of yellow and blue.
That meant the two in the bushes were ordinary people, feeling a little rational and wary, but overwhelmingly excited.
Cyril wasn't naive or innocent. He