Inside the cabin of the Golden Dream, Cyril suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in bed.
On the desk against the wall opposite him, the sheets of paper recording knowledge of Mystical Reenactment floated in midair amid starlight. The bloodshot eye inside the Crystal Ball was reading their contents without blinking.
"Should I interrupt it? I have a feeling it'll drop dead from overwork if it keeps staring like that."
As soon as he finished speaking, half the sheets floating amid the starlight fell back onto the desk.
After a moment of silence, Cyril decided not to bother the studious Crystal Ball.
He then pulled a sheet of paper depicting a sacrifice and bestowal ritual from his open suitcase, used Fantasy to materialize the ritual, and softly recited, "The Fool that does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good fortune."
"Your faithful believer prays to You;
Prays that You open the gates to Your kingdom;
Prays that You bestow a Gift."
Whoosh~
A fierce wind suddenly swept through the room, carrying the ritual materials on the floor into the candle flame and causing the grayish-white fire to swell violently.
An illusory blue-black door emerged from the flickering, expanding flames. It creaked as it opened a gap wide enough for one person.
Then, a card the size of a playing card flew out from behind the "door," curved through the air, and landed in Cyril's hand.
After receiving the card, he snapped his fingers, dispelling the imagined ritual and directly ending the prayer for bestowal.
Without the natural forces stirred by the ritual, the room's light and temperature instantly returned to normal.
He then removed the Wall of Spirituality arranged in the room, found his drawing