Huh, were my eyes playing tricks on me just now?
Charlotte stared at Arrodes's final question, her brows gradually knitting.
She had clearly seen a description somewhat similar to Mr. Fool's honorific name, but with different wording. In an instant, that passage had reverted to the correct honorific name, as though someone had accidentally written the wrong answer and hurriedly corrected it.
Did this Sealed Artifact encounter a problem while divining Mr. Fool, then immediately correct the result itself? Was it because Arrodes's power was insufficient, with too great a gap between its level and that great existence's?
Questions sprang up in Charlotte's mind, but then she found something else strange.
Since Arrodes already knows Mr. Fool's honorific name, why doesn't it recite it directly, draw his gaze, and establish contact with him that way? Why keep urging me to introduce it instead?
Right, a mirror can't make its own voice... I wonder if merely displaying the complete honorific name would draw a god's gaze? Probably not. Otherwise, wouldn't every machine printing a Holy Bible be praying to the corresponding god? A rather irreverent joke surfaced deep in her mind. She quickly collected her thoughts, nodded, and said:
"Of course. This is Mr. Fool's task. I'll pass the information about Benjamin Abraham on to him.
"But whether that great existence responds, and whether he's willing to let you establish contact with him, isn't something I can decide."
She stated her conditions quite clearly, lest the Sealed Artifact take its anger out on her if Mr. Fool ignored its request afterward.
The line describing the Fool's honorific name on the half-length mirror immediately lit up, scattering like fireworks before coalescing into new sentences:
"Of course, that will suffice. You may ask your final question."
*Only one chance left... Until there's progress