A Thousand Old Days

While Morien waited, the doors of the Divination Club were pushed open once again, and two people walked in.

Leading the way was a woman in her thirties wearing a blue high-collared dress.

The woman had curved eyebrows and large but rather dull eyes. On her head was a black velvet Intis hat shaped like a helmet and covered in feathers.

Behind her followed a young girl in a cloche hat. She had a smooth forehead, long golden hair, and a pair of large eyes that now looked gloomy and calm, her lips pressed tightly together.

At first, Morien merely glanced up casually and paid them no mind, quickly withdrawing his gaze.

But then his ears twitched slightly as he heard a voice.

"Ms. Christina, is there anything else you need?" the receptionist, Ms. Angelica, asked cautiously.

The receptionist's attitude was more accommodating than ever before.

Toward this woman who had been swindled out of one hundred and fifty pounds, she decisively activated "yielding to the fortunate mode," afraid that Christina might lose her mind and take her down with her.

However, Ms. Christina did not activate "the unfortunate's fierce assault mode." She merely spoke to Angelica at the front desk in a somewhat weary tone:

"I'd like to wait for Mr. Klein and have him perform a divination for the young lady behind me."

She gestured toward the girl in the cloche hat behind her.

Hearing a somewhat familiar name, Morien raised his eyes again. He looked at Christina, then quickly shifted his gaze to the girl behind her.

Morien dug the name "Christina" out from some forgotten corner of his memories.

She had only been a minor supporting character in the original work, unimportant. But the girl behind her was extremely important.

Megose, the exclusive mecha of the evil god True Creator's offspring.

And as for what part of the plot this was, Morien could more or less guess.

His gaze lowered to the girl's stomach, which did not appear swollen.

So the thing inside her belly now was the True Creator's offspring.

Morien had not activated Spirit Vision, but he could indeed sense a faint life inside.

After speaking, Christina was about to sit down on the sofa when her gaze was suddenly drawn to Morien.

Morien, sitting on the sofa, immediately caught her attention.

He was far too conspicuous.

Whether in dress or appearance.

An Eastern face stood out too much in this world, and few people wore masks everywhere they went.

It made one look a little foolish.

But Morien's face made up for that well.

After all, neither Pathstriders nor high-ranking Jujutsu Sorcerers were ugly. All sorts of energies constantly altered their bodies, developing them in a "better" direction.

Even the fluorescent patterns on Morien's face looked more like decorations.

Of course, more importantly, he had synchronized the "looks" of four people. Even if he had been utterly ordinary at first, multiplied by four, he should have become handsome.

Yet no matter how eye-catching Morien was, he only held her attention for a moment. She soon looked away and led the girl behind her to sit on the sofa, waiting for Klein to come out of the room.

The Divination Club fell into a brief silence.

But Morien suddenly felt his head swell.

A massive amount of information appeared in his mind, instantly leaving his brain blank.

But the sensation did not last long.

Morien quickly regained his senses and instinctively turned his head to look beside him.

At some point, a pair of eyes had appeared next to him.

A pair of eyes without eyelashes.

Ever since Morien had slapped his mask onto one of the Hidden Sage's eyes last time, those eyes had begun appearing beside him every so often.

Then they would start pouring knowledge into his mind.

From Morien's subjective perspective, the Hidden Sage did not seem hostile. It seemed to regard this behavior as a "greeting."

Fuck, if you're pouring it into me, then I'll pour it into you too!

Points of starlight flickered in Morien's eyes.

A massive amount of information flowed through the gaze shared by Morien and the Hidden Sage, entering the Hidden Sage's mind.

This was "Resonance Propagation: Effective Against the Hidden Sage (Test Version)," which Star Rail Morien had made when he had nothing better to do.

A bizarre piece of information appeared in the Hidden Sage's mind, and due to the nature of the Resonance Curse Technique, so long as the Hidden Sage did not actively resist, It "understood" the content Morien had injected into Its mind.

This was a legendary Galaga Wood made by Star Rail Morien using information from various Great Old Ones.

"A Thousand Old Days."

Damn you!

Those eyelashless eyes slowly widened.

It did not react at all to having a vast amount of information injected into It.

What stirred It was the information Morien had poured into Its mind.

You're right, but "A Thousand Old Days" was a brand-new dating sim for beautiful girls independently developed by Morien. The game took place in a fantasy world known as the "Astral World," where those chosen by the Great Old Ones were granted "Beyonder Characteristics" to guide extraordinary power. You would play a mysterious character named Gou Xiujin, encounter Great Old Ones of different personalities and unique abilities during your free travels, go on sweet dates with Them, spend wonderful times together, and gradually uncover the truth behind the "Great Old Ones."

"Hmph!" Morien snorted. While the Hidden Sage was stunned, he casually removed his mask, waved it, and scattered the projected pair of eyes before hanging it back against the side of his face.

After doing all that, Morien turned around.

Just in time to meet Klein's slightly shocked gaze.

Backlund, the Hall Family estate, in the garden.

"Susie, don't move," Audrey said softly.

Susie neither moved nor replied, carrying out the command of "don't move" very well.

They were currently in the Hall Family's rear garden. Audrey, dressed in an emerald-green gown, sat before an easel with a drawing board in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. A bucket of water and paints sat by her feet.

Her golden retriever, Susie, was serving as her model.

Susie sat amid the flowers, facing the sunlight with her eyes half-closed and her head raised.

She looked exceptionally picturesque.

Audrey found an excellent angle and rinsed the brush in her hand in the bucket.

Suddenly, at that moment, a butterfly flew past from among the flowers.

It was a colorful butterfly. Sunlight shone upon its wings, reflecting multicolored light.

Perhaps because Susie had eaten dog biscuits with a hint of rose flavor that day, the butterfly happened to land on Susie's nose while she was posing.

Susie opened her eyes and looked at the butterfly perched on her nose, her eyes crossing.

The butterfly lightly flapped its wings but did not leave. Susie, meanwhile, continued obeying Audrey's command not to move.

Seeing the scene before her, Audrey was suddenly deeply moved and immediately wanted to paint it.