While the two of them stood there dazed, Ruger suddenly tilted his head, raised his hand in response to a feeling, and pointed at an empty spot.
The golden grass swayed, then abruptly parted as though something had stepped on it. A bizarrely shaped thing appeared where he pointed, as if it had not existed until he pointed at it. It stood blankly for a while, then lowered its head, seemingly grazing on the golden grass.
Ruger blinked. He had pointed instinctively, the urge to raise his hand arising from a subtle sensation.
It was as though something had slipped through the cracks in his mental power space, yet it had not entered his mind or taken up residence in that space. It seemed merely to streak past like a meteor. Originally, it had not been drawn to the Golden Pasture beneath his feet and was simply passing by. All he had to do was sense it, then make it stop in this way.
Then how had the Old Wizard done this before? Had he cracked his own mental power space?
Ruger looked curiously at the Old Wizard beside him.
The Old Wizard was nodding in satisfaction, his aged eyes sparkling as he watched the strange grazing thing. His expression suggested that he was thoroughly pleased with this decision of his.
Ruger raised his brows slightly. He felt that his arrival, together with the cracks now present in his mental power space, might have prompted the Old Wizard to change some of his original experimental methods.
Did that count as a good thing, too?
Ruger blinked. This counted as his own small contribution. Just as when he had asked whether there was anything he could do to help them, Lady Kailyn had said that all he needed to do was