Klein curiously examined the liquid in his hand, which gave off a faint white glow. It seemed to be much higher quality than the holy water the Church of Evernight provided to its Nighthawks.
"If I sold this, would people start mistaking all the genuine holy water the Church puts out for knockoffs?"
He muttered under his breath. Spirituality spread from him, and then the Gray Fog throughout the entire space began to tremble.
With some effort, he separated a wisp of thin Gray Fog and merged it into the liquid in the cup.
The liquid bubbled as if it were boiling. Its white glow disappeared, and the silvery-white surface took on a hint of gray, becoming subdued.
Then he conjured a gold coin and performed a simple Divination.
After confirming that the attempt had worked, he immediately extended his Spirituality and touched the Crimson Star representing Cyril.
In the washroom on the first floor, Cyril had just managed to straighten up, bracing himself against the sink. The next second, thick grayish-white fog surged into his vision.
Deep within the swirling Gray Fog, a figure seated in a high-backed chair looked down at him.
"Recite my name."
Cyril didn't hesitate. He recited the Fool's Honorific Name in Ancient Hermes:
"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
"The Fool who does not belong to this era..."
He had barely repeated the first line for the second time when the Gray Fog in front of him suddenly churned violently. A few drops of sparkling liquid fell onto him.
A feeling like basking in the morning sun spread through his body. At the same time, the sound of stones cracking came from him as