Angel: "I hope that Lady Laplace will not spread anything that happened here today, whether it has already happened or is about to happen, it should all remain confidential."
Laplace pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Fine. However, you must also adhere to this."
She also did not want to leak anything about the murals.
Angel: "I’m afraid I can’t agree to that."
Laplace squinted, looking coldly at Angel.
Angel continued to speak for himself, "I intend to tell certain individuals about the research related to the sweet dreams. If the research fails, I need my mentor to help me find the errors; if successful, I need someone to help further optimize the research direction and content."
"However, the rest, I will not reveal—such as the murals left in this Mirror Space. Unless you agree, I won’t tell a second person."
Laplace thought carefully. What Angel said made some sense. Although many wizards conduct independent research, most of these wizards are those with abundant experience, extensive lifespan, and sufficient strength and knowledge.
Angel looks quite young, and many experiences and knowledge that require time to settle are clearly lacking, so it’s normal for him to need others to fill the gaps.
As long as nothing about the mural is revealed, Laplace thought for a moment and agreed: "Alright."
After making the agreement, the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant. Since Luigi had not arrived, the research could not proceed.
For a moment, they found themselves at a loss for words.
Angel thought for a moment, moved his gaze away from Laplace, and looked at Speedy in the distance.
Ever since Speedy arrived in this reflected space, seeing those colorful winds, it was like a wild horse that had broken free, mingling with the wind, doing who-knows-what, and never returned.
Previously, Angel had been deciphering the mural, so he didn’t pay attention to Speedy.
Now, when he followed the power of the contract and cast his gaze to Speedy, he was suddenly stunned, his lips involuntarily curling upwards into a smile.
Because, what Speedy was doing now was really quite amusing.
Speedy was actually not far from him, swirling around the waist of a big tree.
It had changed its body color to beige, just like the surrounding beige wind, and then imitated the trajectory of the wind, transforming into a "wind carpet," seemingly trying to lure the birds on the branches to land on it.
However, these birds coexisted with the beige wind, and when combined, they could become the key to unlocking the treehouse, and the birds could transform into bird lamps, illuminating the hall inside the tree trunk.
So even though Speedy mimicked the appearance of the beige wind, it still failed to attract the birds’ attention.
After chasing several birds without success, Speedy appeared quite dejected.
Just at this time, Angel’s gaze fell upon it.
Speedy seemed a bit embarrassed, with a slight shake, the beige "overcoat" disappeared, and it quietly flew up from below to Angel’s side.
Angel, after much effort to hold back his laughter, wanted to ask what Speedy was doing earlier.
But before he could ask, he saw Speedy’s gaze shift again to the pink wind at the treetop.
"Hey, that’s enough playing. The other colored winds are fine, but you even set your sights on the pink wind? If you don’t want to fall into a deep sleep, you’d better stay away from the pink wind." Angel said in a low voice.
With Angel’s intervention, Speedy halted its steps forward.
However, its mind remained restless, and after a moment of hesitation, it sent a request to Angel through the contract.
Speedy expressed itself directly, wanting to experience the pink wind up close.
And the reason given was that these winds had completely different attributes than itself, possibly providing some enlightenment.
"Enlightenment" was Angel’s translation; Speedy’s expression ability was even poorer than Dangross. What it roughly meant was that by blending into these winds, it had gained many indescribable wind protocols, which seemed to enhance it.
Yet it was only "seemed."
Because when Angel further inquired about specific benefits, Speedy couldn’t answer at all.
That’s also why Angel used "enlightenment"—only the effect of insight, but whether it could be practically applied was still unknown.
Even though it’s uncertain if it will be useful, since Speedy rarely makes a request, Angel thought for a moment and turned his gaze to Laplace.
After telling Laplace about the situation, she didn’t ask much and simply waved her hand, summoning a small cluster of pink wind from the center of the treetop to stop beside Speedy.
With Angel’s consent, Speedy immediately transformed into a swimming fish, diving into the pink wind, merging with it.
Being of wind attribute, at first glance, it looked like Speedy disappeared. If not for Angel’s contract power as a locator, he might not be able to detect where Speedy was.
After entering the pink wind, Speedy did not give any feedback, confirming it was safe, so Angel left it alone.
...
Time slowly passed, and about half an hour later.
Laplace, who had been deep in thought, suddenly raised her head to look at the sky.
Angel, puzzled, followed her gaze.
In the calm sky, a prism-shaped crystal suddenly appeared, and along with its appearance, a melodious sound of a harp came from the crystal.
"Standing in the light, trying to feel glory, hands dirty."
"Hiding in the night, unwilling to chase starlight, feet busy."
"Rivers, starry rivers, all grand and magnificent."
"Thousands of homes, lights shine, but not on me."
After the harp sound, there was a segment of incomprehensible chant.
Laplace: "He’s here."
This "he," needless to say, was the bard Luigi.
Angel: "Hmm... should I compliment him on his poetry singing?"
Laplace gave Angel a strange look: "Didn’t you notice that his harp playing and the words he recites don’t match at all?"
Luigi’s harp playing, with a sound as melodious as a pastoral song. But his recited words have a tone of unnecessary lament.
Angel is no fool; of course, he could hear it. However, with Laplace by his side, Angel politely asked so.
"I noticed, it indeed doesn’t match much," Angel followed Laplace’s words.
Laplace glanced at Angel: "He is me, and I am him. Are you criticizing me?"
Angel: "???"
Laplace turned her head, continuing to look at the sky’s prism, said calmly: "Forget it, it doesn’t matter."
Angel: "..."
Angel was now also at a loss for words; he wanted to separate Laplace from her Temporal Body, but Laplace insisted on saying they were together; when he regarded all Temporal Bodies as one person, Laplace would refer to them as "he, she, it," as if their actions had nothing to do with her.
Angel was now confused.
After thinking for a moment, Angel shook his head inwardly: Forget it. For now, let’s assume it’s a multiple personality...
Whether in the future they should be viewed as one person or three, when there’s an opportunity to let Laplace enter the Wilderness of Dreams, we’ll see if one person or three appear.