Transcender of Past and Future."
Reinette's pupils shifted slightly. A three-part prayer-He really was an evil god.
"Until next time, then, Miss Headless."
Edward waved a hand lightly, severing his connection with her and making her figure rapidly disappear from Sefirah Castle.
"Heh, the Secrets Sorcerer potion has indeed digested some more. Not as much as with Medici, but still quite good."
He looked toward the crimson stars deep within the gray fog. "Tsk, I haven't even decided what kind of gathering to hold, and I already have my first member. Life really is unpredictable."
Huh?
My Spirit Mage potion seems to have started digesting?
The Southern Continent, Star Plateau.
At a base of the Rose School's Temperance Faction, Reinette opened her bright, uncanny eyes and climbed up from the floor.
She brushed her slender fingers over the "bark bumps" on her skin, restoring its fair complexion. Cold surged beneath her feet, freezing and shattering the branches that had fallen to the ground.
"President?"
Just what kind of being was he?
She tightened her grip on the Chained God doll in her hand. "And what did he mean by fate?"
The future, the year 1349, the Spirit World.
Reinette Tinekerr opened her eyes inside her black castle. That voice seemed to ring in her ears again, carrying no malice yet making her deeply uncomfortable: "Miss Headless."
Strictly speaking, that nickname didn't suit her-although she had no head on her neck, she carried four in her hands. Not only do I have a head, I have plenty!
So what you once said about my fate at that... gathering was actually inaccurate!
Just then, Sharron walked in, wearing a black Gothic court dress and a small black soft cap. Compared to before, her face was no longer so deathly pale,