After a brief silence, Cattleya turned her gaze back to the mysterious figure shrouded in Gray Fog at the head of the table.
Judging by his appearance and voice, he was a man. He wore a fashionable black tailcoat without a tie, but she could make out nothing more specific...
Her gaze did not linger on him for long. For a powerful Beyonder, such a direct stare was far too rude.
After looking away, she noticed the milky-white scepter in his hand, slightly longer than a forearm.
It... Cattleya's pupils contracted slightly. From the densely set azure gemstones embedded in the scepter, she sensed the violent aura of the sea and storms. Yet beyond that violence, she also sensed something sacred and majestic.
This was an item at the Demigod level, and a powerful one even among Demigods!
Yet in this being's hand, it was like a toy...
After looking away, she saw another object on the mottled bronze table—a grayish-white thing the size of a fist, shaped much like a heart.
The surface of this "heart" was covered in grayish-white folds, like an unusual brain. Upon every fold, countless symbolic markings and strange patterns overlapped and stretched outward.
Those patterns penetrated the surrounding environment, seeming to connect to some unseen world.
This... was another object at the Demigod level!
No more?
After gathering her thoughts, she asked cautiously and seriously, "How should I address you?"
Klein leaned back slightly and said with practiced ease, "You may call me Mr. Fool."
That morning, Cyril leaned against the ship's rail, chatting idly with several pirates aboard the Golden Dream.
All of a sudden, his spirituality was stirred. He reached out and caught a sheet of letter paper that had abruptly appeared before him.
Without caring that others were nearby, he directly