After Cyril recognized the Seven Lights of the Spirit World, the clear radiance covering the area suddenly contracted, transforming into a thin old man in a lemon-yellow robe with a long white beard.
The old man wore a kindly smile and gave Cyril a slight nod.
"By the time and etiquette of the real world, I should say good morning, Your Highness, whom I have never seen and who has never existed."
"I am 'Yellow Light' Venithan, the symbol of reason and adaptation, and also of astrology. Our Spirituality tells us that I am the most suitable one to speak with you next."
Cyril frowned slightly, then asked, "What do you Seven Lights of the Spirit World want to talk to me about?"
"Yellow Light" Venithan smiled and shook his head. "It's not what we want to talk to you about, but what you want to talk to us about."
...Weren't you the ones who came out on your own?
Cyril stared, bewildered, at "Yellow Light" Venithan standing before him. After a moment's silence, he asked directly,
"Why have you appeared before me?"
"Yellow Light" Venithan answered without hesitation. "Because of one of our companions—the old man you just met, Turani von Hermosuin."
"He is the incarnation of 'Orange Light' Hilarion. He took on a human form and appeared in this world to spread knowledge and advance its technology."
"As Turani von Hermosuin, his mission is not yet complete. It is not time for him to return to the Spirit World."
Cyril nodded in understanding.
...Got it. They're afraid I'll kill or otherwise affect 'Orange Light' Hilarion while he's incarnated as a human, so all seven lights—or, no, six lights now—have come out together.
He restrained himself from rolling his eyes and asked curiously, "Why did Turani von Hermosuin appear