After Luigi played a segment of entrance music, he stepped out from the prism in the sky and gently descended.
Luigi’s attire was the same as last time, still wearing a grass-green robe, holding a golden harp, and wearing an elegant flat hat.
The only difference was that last time he wore a mask made by Old Stone, obscuring his appearance. This time, without the mask, his true visage was visible.
Luigi’s appearance was very handsome. If you disregard his attire and eyes, he has an assertive face, somewhat similar to the disciple of Winterce, Nereus. In Jon’s words, it is a face as handsome as the Sun God.
However, the assertive face paired with eyes gentle like water gives a slight sense of contradiction.
As Angel gazed into Luigi’s eyes, Luigi had already descended to the treetop.
"Marvelous enigma, why do you stare into my eyes, intending to make my eyes part of your illusions?" Luigi sang to Angel.
Although Angel didn’t understand why Luigi would call him "enigma," the message in his words wasn’t hard to comprehend.
Angel withdrew his gaze and softly praised, "I just think your eyes are beautiful."
Luigi, with a smiling expression, said, "Thank you for the compliment. I also wish to praise your eyes, but regrettably, all I see is a disingenuous mist."
Angel: "..." He had only used an illusion to change the color of his pupils. An illusion is just an illusion, why call it a disingenuous mist?
At this moment, Laplace spoke from the side, "Luigi, enough with the small talk, bring out the item."
Luigi held up the harp and gently plucked the strings, allowing a melodious tune to flow forth.
Just as Angel thought Luigi was about to create something with the sound of the harp, Luigi stopped playing, "Alright."
Angel: "..." So plucking the strings was merely background music, wasn’t that a bit extravagant?
While Angel wore a puzzled expression, Luigi’s voice with its undulating tones appeared once more:
"Let’s sing, to praise the arrival of the Sacred Object!"
"My dearest and most beautiful other self, and this enigma from a distant land, join me in this hymn of praise."
"This is the fragrance that emanated from ages past."
"This is the garment that emerged, scoured clean by the passage of time."
"This is the light brought by stars and the moon in the night sky."
"This is the brilliance bestowed by the King of Mountains."
"It is the spring that remains fresh after tribulations, and also the long spear that strikes fear in countless weaklings."
"It deserves the praise of the Sky’s Mirror and should bask in the supreme glory."
"It..."
Before Luigi could finish chanting, Laplace interrupted, "Alright, that’s enough, you should stop now."
Luigi, slightly aggrieved, said, "But I’ve only recited the first stanza, this is an eight-part epic, you used to at least let me read half of it."
Unaffected by Luigi’s tone, Laplace continued plainly, "You can read it later if there’s a chance. Now, bring out the item I want."
Although Luigi looked a bit aggrieved, he stopped chanting. However, the playing of the harp continued, with its melodic notes lingering softly.
At this moment, Angel heard Laplace’s voice in his mind, "Just wait one more minute, Luigi will soon finish playing this piece. This is his nature; he can stop chanting, but the music must have a beginning and an end."
Angel nodded in understanding... Striving for perfection isn’t exclusively a trait of those with obsessive-compulsive tendencies, just like when someone tells you a story, a story that interests you, yet suddenly stops without reason midway; anyone would find that unsettling.
However, while Angel understood, he didn’t quite get... why it felt now as if Laplace and Luigi were two separate people?
Didn’t you just say you are him and he is you? Now, advising him feels like talking about someone else.
Angel couldn’t quite grasp the style of Laplace’s Temporal Body. It was neither like the Black Earl’s avatar, very clear in its role as an extension of the self; nor like You Nu’s Temporal Body, a reflection of different stages of oneself.
Laplace seemed to split herself into three and still insisted that all three were her.
Angel was quite interested in ’avatars,’ especially since the Black Earl previously promised to share some insights about avatars when this matter was over.
Prior to this, Angel felt the Black Earl’s avatar was rather eerie, and even if he were to learn a similar skill in the future, he wouldn’t take the Black Earl’s route.
But comparing now... Angel realized that the Black Earl’s avatar appeared eerie, but it was at least still himself.
If he were to learn the technique of avatars, perhaps he should gain knowledge from the Black Earl instead.
While Angel’s thoughts drifted, Luigi’s music still hadn’t reached its conclusion.
Accompanied by the music, Angel couldn’t help but recall the poem Luigi had just recited, and from Angel’s perspective, it wasn’t very good.
Too many forcefully constructed words.
Only third-rate Bards create forced words, while first-rate Bards can convey the most profound hymns with even the simplest language.
However, because Luigi enjoyed fabricating some words, Angel came to understand why Luigi addressed him as "Enigma."
It was likely due to his solving the mural’s puzzle, thus being forcibly granted the title of "Enigma."
What could Angel say... at least it didn’t sound derogatory, so he just accepted it.
On another note, even though Luigi artificially created many words, the poem he praised actually revealed considerable information.
Setting aside the "illusory" words, the most tangible ones were "garment" and "spear."
According to Angel’s preference for a potent offensive item, the spear seemed most fitting.
Yet, based on the context, the "spear" likely serves as a metonym, a synonym for "weapon," not necessarily a literal spear.