"Silver Key?"
Trissy murmured the name, her brows carrying a trace of confusion and curiosity.
Cyril nodded gently, his leisurely tone tinged with solemnity. "Silver is the color of Fate, and it also represents time and space. My Lord is the eternal lighthouse amid darkness and degeneration, and the key that guides us beyond Fate."
As he spoke, he extended his right hand, raised three fingers, pressed them against his left chest, and bowed slightly in salute.
Trissy then copied his gesture and returned the salute. "Praise be to You, great Silver Key."
...Unfortunately, One Who Returns All Things had been claimed by Eternal Darkness. I can't use it carelessly. It always feels like something is missing.
As his thoughts drifted, the illusory book within his eyes activated, and the figure leaning against the window frame swiftly faded away.
In the South Bridge District, at Owen's home, Tobias was reclining comfortably in an armchair beside the dining room fireplace, in an excellent mood.
On the other side, Owen stared at the man who had moved into his home after Cyril brought him back, shocked and baffled. "You're saying you've already become a Sequence 3 Demigod?"
"But didn't you only drink the Pyromaniac potion before heading out? Could it be the kind of potion that doesn't need to be digested?"
Tobias glanced at him, lifted his chin slightly, and said, "There are no potions in this world that don't need to be digested."
"Besides, if those two Angels from the Augustus family hadn't interrupted me, I could have become an Angel on the spot today."
The moment he finished speaking, Cyril's figure rapidly took shape before the fireplace.
Tobias tensed his waist and back, springing out of the armchair at once. He placed a hand over his chest and saluted him.