Bernadette muttered, repeating it once more. "I still don't..."
She suddenly discovered that she was back in her bedroom. Everything she had just seen had vanished.
"He left?"
She patiently waited a few more minutes, then dropped the Little Beautiful Merpeople doll, ran to her desk, and took out a Hermes dictionary she had previously asked her father for. She began flipping through it quickly.
After quite a while, she closed the dictionary with a frown-she still had not figured out what those three sentences meant.
Although Bernadette was very clever, she was only six years old, after all. She had only encountered Hermes before because she had seen her father often speaking this language in a mysterious manner. It had been entirely out of curiosity.
But before studying it for long, she had found it dull and boring, then casually tossed the dictionary aside.
"Daddy said this language was... a mystical language, used when using certain magical abilities. So were those three sentences that person asked me to recite also meant to use some magical ability?"
"He said it was... a spell for contacting him. Is that really true?"
Bernadette rested her chin in her hand and thought for a while.
"I'll go ask Uncle Edwards. He likes teaching people things."
Edward withdrew the spirituality sustaining [False Reality], then took four steps counterclockwise and entered Sefirah Castle.
What greeted his eyes was still that boundless grayish-white fog, with crimson "stars" scattered near and far. Compared to before, however, one extremely small "star" was steadily contracting and expanding. The movements were slight, but relentless.
Edward released his spirituality, extending it toward that crimson light.
The instant the two touched, a buzzing rang through his mind. He saw blurred, distorted images and heard illusory, overlapping pleas:
"Eternal Ruler Above the