Star Sea?
Hearing the term, Harry could not help shivering.
He remembered the deep expanse of stars he had just seen-or rather, the Star Sea. At the same time, he vaguely recalled that he seemed to have started zoning out while copying this very term in class, to the point that he had taken in nothing from the entire lesson.
Qiu continued, "This is a somewhat dangerous term. It often appears in prayers used in ancient sorcery. But..." At this point, her expression turned rather strange.
"Harry, how did you manage to switch from the passage for extreme cold to star sea without a single discrepancy? The two terms do look a little alike, but getting every single difference exactly right is a bit too strange, isn't it?"
"I... I don't know either." Harry shook his head, looking rather bewildered.
In truth, however, deep down, he already had a guess.
Star Sea?
Yes, Star Sea!
The instant Qiu explained what the term meant, he had actually felt his mind clear. His thoughts seemed to fall into order, too.
It was not that he had mistakenly written star sea instead of extreme cold. Rather, after seeing extreme cold, he had been drawn by some force into writing the term star sea. He simply had not noticed it at the time.
And just now, when he stared at the term, he had slipped into that strange sensation.
And what did Star Sea mean?
Harry happened to have what seemed to be some connection to this term, too.
The being praised in that peculiar prayer, which seemed carved into his mind-the Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea.
By the time he reached the library, Harry's feelings were rather complicated. He felt he had come into contact with something extraordinary, yet these