Ophelia's True Form

After purifying his spiritual body, Thor found himself more sensitive to the fluctuations of other people's Magic Power and Mental Power.

For instance, he could now tell that Ophelia, who was standing before him, wasn't her true form.

At that moment, he stood atop the tallest Tower in White Glaze Castle.

It was also the tallest building in the entire Sky City.

The massive Tower had floor-to-ceiling windows on all four sides, along with a huge instrument resembling an astronomical telescope. It was probably used to observe the sky.

More likely, though, it was a Witchcraft instrument for observing the Star Gate.

"Why did you bring me here?" Thor asked, standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows with his hands hidden beneath his black Wizard's robe.

Outside, a winding mountain road ran between rows of multistory buildings, each with its own distinctive style. The pink-and-white Whisper Flowers hadn't withered even in autumn. Nourished by Wizards' flesh and blood, they flourished eternally.

Petals danced in the wind, drifting all the way to the edge of Sky City.

The once-busy Air Port had seen almost no Airships come or go for several months, leaving it looking somewhat desolate.

Farther away hung a clear, bright full moon.

It seemed to dangle high in the sky, yet also close enough to reach out and pluck down like a jade plate, then tuck into one's arms.

Thor turned around, a smile of unclear meaning on his face. "Lady Ophelia, do you have a thing for open-air settings?"

Ophelia, standing behind Thor, had unusually abandoned her dark blue evening gown. Instead, she wore a fitted white mermaid dress that made her look, at first glance, a little like a white porcelain vase.

This time, Wizard Ona hadn't escorted Thor into White Glaze Castle. The Ophelia before him had