Lady Laplace was silent for a moment before she said softly, "I wasn’t planning to come."
Angel looked over in confusion, since Laplace wasn’t planning to come, why is she here now? What changed Laplace’s mind?
Soon, Laplace provided the answer, but it left Angel somewhat perplexed.
"Baltica met with Glaipnir. Glaipnir didn’t plan to agree, but just as she was about to refuse, Luigi seized the opportunity, and she lost a move in chess."
"Thus, she agreed to Baltica. Since Glaipnir agreed, I naturally wouldn’t refuse."
After hearing Laplace’s reply, Angel not only didn’t get clarity but felt like the question marks above his head were accumulating, almost forming a hat of question marks.
Glaipnir was playing chess with Luigi? Originally didn’t intend to come, but agreed after losing? Why?
Could it be that Luigi made a bet with Glaipnir: if you lose, you’ll agree to Baltica?
Isn’t that too reckless?
Angel looked at Laplace in confusion, Laplace said calmly, "You should know what Glaipnir’s profession is, right?"
Angel: "Astrologer."
Laplace nodded: "This temporal body of Glaipnir has merged the memories of a Prophet, Farstar Seer, Celestial Master, Giselle Shaman... and others. These prophet-like professions from different worlds have created Glaipnir’s overly sensitive nature."
"She interprets any feedback from the outside world to the utmost extent."
"Like the scenario I mentioned earlier, at that time, Glaipnir was playing astrology chess with Luigi. Generally speaking, Glaipnir wouldn’t lose to Luigi. But just when she was about to refuse Baltica, she lost."
"She thought this might be an omen, signifying a change in the current situation. Since it’s a change, it can’t be judged by common sense, so she chose to agree to Baltica."
Angel: "..."
He now understands, this is over-interpretation.
He originally thought Laplace had something to request from him, so she came here. Unexpectedly, the true reason turned out to be so... nuanced.
It’s known that the situation of "over-interpretation," as long as your imagination is broad enough, is limitless. If you want to interpret, anything like the wind blowing leaves fall, clouds rolling away, or even the creases in your clothes not being right can be made into an article.
Thus, knowing the truth is like this, Angel almost couldn’t hold back.
"Since you know Glaipnir is overly sensitive, why are you still willing to follow her opinions?" Angel asked.
Laplace looked at Angel, her gaze very perplexed. This confusion wasn’t about the question itself but about Angel asking such a question.
—Is this the level of your questioning?
Even though Laplace didn’t say it out loud, her eyes conveyed the message.
Angel couldn’t respond just because of Laplace’s gaze, only silently teasing in his heart: Dox wasn’t wrong, she’s just a sloppy woman...
After expressing her suspicion through her gaze, Laplace said calmly, "The reason is simple, because I am her, she is me."
Meaning, her sensitivity is my sensitivity. Her over-interpretation is also my interpretation.
It sounds correct, like Laplace, Glaipnir, and Luigi are all her, just belonging to different temporal bodies. But it only sounds correct; if you look back at what you said, not a single sentence treats Glaipnir as yourself. It’s completely described from a neutral or third-party perspective of Glaipnir’s mental journey.
This also makes Angel subconsciously treat Glaipnir and Laplace separately.
As a result, now Laplace looks at him with disdain, using a dismissive tone to say: I am her, her actions are my actions, her thoughts are my thoughts.
Facing this situation, Angel truly was speechless.
He didn’t bother to argue with this sloppy woman, putting on a "sudden realization" expression, and said, "I see, I understand."
"By the way, how do you initiate this sweet dream?" Angel stiffly changed the subject.
Laplace: "Pass through the pink wind, and you’ll enter the beautiful dream. Are you planning to experience the sweet dream first?"
Angel shook his head: "No, before setting up a complete research program, I don’t plan on experiencing the sweet dream."
The side effects of the sweet dream are quite significant; he just came to try bringing the sweet dream into the Wilderness of Dreams, without the intention of getting himself involved.
Jon’s teachings from young make Angel very wary of becoming addicted. Even if it’s an addiction to beautiful dreams, Angel doesn’t want to get overly indulged.
Even experiencing once might give rise to some heart addiction.
Therefore, holding the principle that if you don’t indulge, nothing will happen, Angel definitely wouldn’t experience the sweet dream.
Laplace: "Since you won’t experience the sweet dream, how do you plan to draft the research program?"
Angel maintained the previous attitude: "Take it step by step. I’ll first get a close sense of the situation of this mysterious object, maybe I’ll have some ideas. A Wizard’s inspiration often comes from this kind of casual, unintentional process."
Laplace didn’t comment on this, just nodded, and flew together with Angel to the top of the giant tree.
Angel, although curious about the type of tree, didn’t pay much attention to it. In his view, this tree is just an ordinary tree, perhaps with a slightly unique species; even if it possesses transcendent qualities, they belong to the internal nature and aren’t strong enough to make Angel feel threatened.
As Angel flew towards the top of the tree, some previously unnoticed details came into view.
Among them, what surprised Angel was the robust trunk hidden beneath numerous branches and leaves, bearing many artificial marks.
Firstly, the trunk itself was wide and winding, and its smoothness exceeded Angel’s expectations, resembling a winding upward path.
Even ordinary people could easily walk up.
Furthermore, Angel noticed that some parts slightly more steep on the sides of the trunk had grown out handrails similar to railings, completely resembling a trunk road.
If it were solely a trunk road, Angel wouldn’t be too surprised, for the Tree Spirit’s main body not only allowed the trunk to become a road but the leaves could also form plazas, branches could serve as bus routes. He’s grown accustomed to such tree-shaped modifications.
The reason Angel continued to frequently gaze at the tree was that he saw many tree holes, some of them even equipped with "doors," blatantly proclaiming their "artificial" excavation.