Replaces spear with cannon within the poem would work as well, though it would disrupt the rhyme.
Therefore, setting aside the spear, Angel personally felt the item Luigi brought should be "garment."
If it were "garment"... Angel cast a sidelong glance at Laplace’s grand, heavy attire.
Could it be Laplace’s clothing? Luigi mentioned in the first line of his chanting, "This is the fragrance that emanated from ages past," thus is it a garment imbued with scent? An outfit worn throughout the ages?
This thought led Angel’s expression to become somewhat peculiar.
While Angel was lost in thought, Luigi finally reached the last pluck of the harp strings, the long tail note carrying endless lingering regret.
After the sound of the harp ceased, Luigi sighed, reached out, and touched the rhombus-shaped gemstone below the harp.
Immediately, a mist enveloped the scene.
When the mist cleared, a transparent bottle appeared in mid-air.
The bottle wasn’t large, and with a gentle beckon from Laplace, it flew over, lying flat in her palm.
"This is what you wanted," Laplace said to Angel, while releasing a glass cover to enclose the bottle yet again.
Angel instinctively tried to probe it with his spiritual power, but the newly appeared glass cover blocked his spiritual power from entering.
Evidently, Laplace did not want Angel to delve into research.
According to the agreement between Angel and Laplace, he indeed didn’t need to conduct deep research, as the Dream Conch would directly pull it into the dream.
Although Laplace didn’t want Angel to research it, she didn’t stop him from observing.
Angel previously guessed that Luigi might have brought a "garment," but it seemed different from what he had imagined.
In Laplace’s palm was a glass vial, to be precise, a glass vial containing something.
It was somewhat akin to a "ship in a bottle," but instead of containing a ship, the vial held a creature composed of countless silver scales.
This creature was large, occupying eighty percent of the vial’s interior.
At first glance, it resembled a whale with silver scales. Its body was wide at the front and long at the back, with a round head and flat tail, and veils of silver light; if it were truly a whale, it might belong to the white whale species.
One had to admit, this "whale" in a bottle possessed a dreamlike beauty.
It was hard to look away.
"This is..." Angel raised his head and looked at the cold and aloof Laplace, "This is your true form?"
Laplace’s lips twitched as if unwilling to speak, but after a moment of hesitation, she said, "It’s just the appearance of the true form, empty inside."
So it really was her true form?! Angel was surprised, but outwardly remained calm.
Angel had once imagined the true form of Laplace, and didn’t expect it to be so... fairy-tale like and dreamy.
Even though the races are different, it doesn’t hinder Angel’s aesthetic sense.
After a moment of silence, Angel said, "Is this... shed scales?"
Laplace didn’t deny it and nodded, "Sort of."
Angel’s face showed a look of realization, no wonder Luigi said, "it’s a garment that the years have revealed," for some scaled creatures, shedding scales is common, much like shedding skin, changing their protective layer. Comparing the shed scales to clothes is fitting.
Moreover, the shed scales matched what Angel mentioned as "something always by Laplace’s side."
However, typically, shed scales should serve a protective function, right? Do they really have any offensive capabilities?
Faced with Angel’s doubt, Laplace calmly said, "This is my true form’s first shedding, blessed by the World Will, which gives it formidable attack power."
Laplace spoke restrainedly and did not specify what kind of attack methods it possessed or the degree of attack power, but since it was blessed by the World Will, Angel believed its attack power couldn’t be weak.
Angel took a deep look at the shed scales in the bottle, then raised his head and said to Laplace, "Since it has arrived, my study should be able to start. Lady Laplace, do you have any other questions?"
Laplace: "Besides using the Dream Conch to draw my shed scales into the Dream Realm, do you have anything else I need to assist with?"
Angel: "Perhaps there might be, it depends on the specific situation after observing the effects."
Laplace still didn’t understand what Angel meant by "effects," but she did not inquire further. Instead, she gently tossed the "whale in a bottle" into the air.
Then Laplace turned to look at Luigi, who was curiously peering from the side, "Return now, to my true form."
Luigi, who had been looking around, instantly froze, his beautiful eyes showing a trace of grievance, "The mountain rain buries the palace, the storm sweeps away the shattered tiles, lightning ignites the remains, seemingly merciless, yet the mountain rain brings warnings, the storm purges impurities, and even the lightning has a moment of radiance... And all of this is more affectionate than you."
Laplace: "Continue, and I’ll ground you for ten years, right here, not allowing you to go anywhere."
The lines Luigi had prepared instantly got swallowed back.
"Alright, alright, I’m going back, I’m going back."
As he spoke, Luigi, with a sense of grievance, began playing a sorrowful tune, drifting away with the wind.
Watching Luigi leave, Angel couldn’t help but say, "Actually, wouldn’t it be fine to let him stay here?"
Laplace: "Aren’t you worried that he’d interrupt your research? He was the only Temporal Body forbidden to enter when The Sage was researching here."
After much contemplation, Angel couldn’t help but say, "Isn’t he you? Can’t you make him be quiet?"
Laplace gave Angel a strange look, "He is me, but he also has his own personality, why should I make him quiet?"
Angel: "..." Having their own personality but still him?
Angel was confused.
Angel had originally wanted to continue asking about Laplace’s Temporal Body strategy, but Laplace had already turned away, leaving the "research area" to Angel.
Angel pondered a bit and stopped asking questions, realizing it was more important to try and construct a new "Wilderness of Dreams" here.
Angel closed his eyes, slowly eliminating irrelevant thoughts.
Once his mood gradually calmed down, he opened his eyes and took out the Dream Conch from his bracelet.
In the distance, Laplace noticed the Dream Conch and seemed intrigued by this "mysterious object full of legend," examining it closely.
At this moment, Angel no longer paid attention to the outside world, slowly raised his hand, held his breath, and activated the Dream Conch.
As the Dream Conch was activated, a vast amount of mysterious aura surged forth.
The mysterious aura, resembling a torrent, was directed by Angel towards the whale in a bottle suspended in mid-air.
Soon, the mysterious aura enveloped the whale in a bottle.
In less than a second, the mysterious aura disappeared without a trace, and meanwhile, the Dream Conch was also put back into Angel’s bracelet.
The entire process was without any ripples.
Laplace was puzzled, wanting to ask Angel what had happened, but saw that in the distance, Angel had already closed his eyes at some unknown time.