The Tavern, the Boy, and the Speech (Continued)

The movement was slight, yet the clouds and water on her clothes seemed to come alive, as though mountains and seas had arrived before him.

The dragon girl stood amid them, fanning him with a clear breeze, carrying the fragrance of ink and a lovely gaze.

"Beautiful."

Russell nodded.

Although everyone mocked Xi behind her back, calling her useless, Xi Gua, or Kiana.

No one could deny that she was gorgeous.

She truly was a rare beauty.

But then again...

These clothes existed somewhere between illusion and reality, didn't they? Their effect was rather similar to the divine art lodged in his eyes.

Perhaps they were even higher- and lower-tier skills of the same kind.

Emm...

Maybe they should discuss their skill insights someday?

Russell touched his earring. Mio Takamiya's Spirit was still inside, but all of her power had become fuel for the Ten-Tails.

Thinking of that, he casually opened his eye.

Dreamlike colors gathered in his left eye, and the vibrant clothes before him gradually seemed to lose their color, turning into nothingness.

Hills, secluded valleys, and specks of crimson plum blossoms stood out with startling clarity.

Russell: ?!!!

His eyes suddenly widened, and he clamped a hand over his nose.

Xi: "?"

She looked at Russell in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing... I just wanted to say that you seem a little too beautiful?"

The man's voice was muffled, and his eyes darted away.

Damn.

This divine art could see through falsehoods too?

What do you think divine arts are, cheap Fireball spells? Every divine art has the potential to become a skill tree.

The Prompt Device spoke.

Of course, that doesn't matter to you. You can't even be bothered to develop your innate skills, and all day long you just fiddle around with things that