It seemed only an instant had passed, yet it also felt like an eternity. When Lumian-na opened her eyes again, she saw an unfamiliar-no, familiar ceiling.
It feels like I only just sent Miss Magician that letter, but that memory is already several days old. Godfather's powers really are incredible...
Lumian-na felt dazed for a moment. She shook her head, casting off that disorientation.
She clenched her fist, and a wisp of black flame suddenly appeared in her hand. It swiftly restored her sense that she really had spent that time in another world.
Lumian-na exhaled, and the pitch-black flame quickly vanished into her hand.
Once she felt grounded again, she quickly slipped on a witchlike black robe and asked Nimrod, "Godfather, how long are we staying here this time?"
"That depends on what you want to do." There was a hint of suggestion in Nimrod's words. Sitting across from Lumian-na, he sounded unhurried. After all, Miss Salted Fish, even at the angel level, still hadn't cured her chronic laziness. Instead, she had made that inertia an important part of her humanity.
Even among angels-no, even among demigods-Miss Salted Fish's humanity could be considered abundant.
Although an invisible Mr. World would constantly be standing behind Miss Salted Fish to prod her along now that the Fool's descent had confirmed Lumian-na's importance, writing a reply would presumably still take him some time.
Lumian-na opened her mouth, making no attempt to hide her true thoughts. "Miss Magician told me before that, unless I needed to carry out the task she'd assigned me, I shouldn't stay in Trier all the time. She wanted me to go elsewhere and do what I wanted, so I'd like to settle everything in Trier once and for all and bring things here to a close."
A gleam