Some time later.
Achilles calmed down and sat silently in a corner, staring into space. Beside him, Kroya sat on a soft grass cushion, holding the Golden Apple in his left hand and the bottle made of starlight in his right.
Although Achilles had accepted reality and even heard the voice of the goddess Athena, his long-accumulated hatred of Apollo still made him lash out at Kroya.
Especially since Kroya had just made a show of shooting him with an arrow to awaken his wish.
In Kroya's estimation, the man already had PTSD. The mere sight of a golden arrow formed from solar magic made him uncomfortable all over.
Kroya was in no mood to talk to him for the moment, either. He had already examined the Golden Apple and confirmed that no strange heroes were going to suddenly pop out of the sea of blood inside it.
Now he was carefully examining the starlight bottle in his hand. From the extraordinarily complex composition of its musical movements, he could tell that it was indeed related to the "Fated Arrow" passage he had obtained from Daphne some time ago.
Both were composed of constellations and epics.
Its name should be "Starbound Bottle."
It was a very strange name, but that was indeed what it was called. Kroya did not understand why it had been named that, but he did not dwell on it.
Based on Kroya's observations and research, its function should have something to do with wisdom and enlightenment-the water vessel would pour out spring water imbued with the wisdom of the Astral Plane, and drinking it would awaken one's wisdom.
The only slight problem was that this thing also required proficiency in prophecy. Though its requirements were not as advanced as those of the Fated Arrow, it still