Damian's heart surged with towering waves!
Dorothea would only think Vanessa was skilled and had drawn it accurately, but Damian had drawn rituals himself many times and knew all too well how difficult it was.
He felt as though he had witnessed a miracle.
Vanessa had not merely "matched professional tools with her fingers." She had achieved "a degree absolutely beyond human ability"!!
The way Damian looked at Vanessa changed.
This was absolutely not something effort could achieve.
Perfect control of the flesh-the phrase surfaced in Damian's mind.
Restoring flesh and blood, perfectly controlling the body-
"The Ascension Society?" Damian practically blurted out.
Vanessa paused. "What Ascension Society?"
Dorothea had mentioned this organization before, too. She had already been mistaken for one of them once.
It looks like the abilities I've displayed overlap with theirs?
Seeing Vanessa deny it, Damian asked no further.
The secrets of a Path were taboo to begin with.
He forcibly suppressed the turbulent thoughts in his mind and looked at the Sacrifice Ritual with a complicated expression.
Vanessa really did trust him.
The Path and the drawing of rituals were the very core of a secret society. Damian asked himself honestly: could he bring himself to reveal such things?
Probably not. Perhaps he could help rescue someone, but letting outsiders see these things-
At that thought, Damian could not help feeling a little ashamed. The Mourning Poetry Society was a public society, and its Path had serious problems, yet he still could not bear to share this knowledge.
Vanessa, by contrast-her openness and trust involuntarily stirred respect in his heart, and a certain thought gradually solidified.
The girl suddenly stood up.
Finished drawing?
Damian looked down. The ritual had indeed been drawn perfectly, except that the specific designation-the part identifying the Great Being-had been left