Chapter 629: Intuition
“Even so, this Magic Circle is truly beautiful. Blue Spirit Island, huh? You did say you scouted it normally. It’s you, Gene, after all. Even the wandering Saint Paorul would draw a Magic Circle,” Haulon sighed.
Grandfather Paorul wasn’t lost; it felt more like the destination had switched while he was heading straight. It’s like taking a train to Ueno only to find it’s now going to Shinjuku.
If the Spirit had the same name but was entirely different, then of course, faith wouldn’t be directed there. It’s the people at the Temple of Anoma who continued their faith that seem strange.
Should I mention the issue of recognition interference? If I did, would it drag them into it? What would happen if I got them involved? I have no idea, so I’ll keep quiet.
“That was during the time I was holed up. I heard from Anoma that the High Priest had fled,” Dinoss, who had been farming in the countryside until recently, said.
“That’s right. He said he no longer understood what he was feeling or what he thought he understood about the Spirit he worshipped. He expressed concerns that the Magic Circles he created might not function correctly in the future and left instructions to dispose of them,” Haulon said, gently stroking the Magic Circle of the Lantern.
Sorry, but that’s one I drew after reading a book. I won’t say anything to ruin the mood.
“As for whether it works on the ghosts of the Land of Ruin, I honestly can’t say since they’re quite different, but I can guarantee it works on ordinary spirits. There’s no problem at all.”
Finally, I received the inspection results for the Lantern from Haulon.
“I heard that Lord Paorul has stopped his research… But, well, it must be fun to interact with Spirits under Gene’s guidance,” Haulon said, returning the Lantern to me.
“Yeah, it sounds fun. So let’s take this Lantern and all go to the Land of Ruin!”
“Why do you make it sound like a picnic…!?” Dinoss protested.
“I’m going!” Chris declared with enthusiasm.
Huh?
“Is it really okay for me to say this, but are we actually going?” This was unexpected.
Everyone else seemed to be physically recoiling, too.
“I’ve been hearing about the Land of Ruin since I was young, and it’s been ingrained in me that it’s ‘scary.’ Plus, I once saw countless black hands. Coming here from the sea might have been due to that fear. I want to overcome it,” Chris said, winking with a smile.
But her expression was a bit stiff. As she said, that ingrained fear might still linger somewhere in her heart.
“Indeed. Sometimes, seeing it in person can help you overcome and resolve your fears. Fear grows within the heart, and I’d like to help you dispel it,” Ash said with a serious expression, indicating his willingness to join.
Alright! I’ve got Chris, Ash, and the Butler on board!
“Thank you. If I see it in person and find it’s not so terrifying, I’d be really happy,” Chris said, expressing her gratitude to Ash.
“You’re quite the odd one. It’s best to stay away from dangerous things,” Retze said, sipping wine with an exasperated expression.
“It’s better than living in fear. If Chris is going, I might as well join in for the fun,” Dean chimed in.
Got Dean too! The more, the merrier when it comes to facing fears.
“And my intuition says we should go to the Land of Ruin! This is Chris Ease’s intuition!” Chris exclaimed, raising her hands in excitement.
Silence fell, and a moment passed.
“…Intuition.”
“…Intuition, huh?”
Retze and Dean exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of reluctance and resignation.
—Come to think of it, Chris’s intuition was a gift from the Spirit with the split jaw, wasn’t it? It feels like it’s been a while since I heard about that. The Spirit is small, so I wonder if it won’t lead to an overabundance of intuition? What if the system is that I have to rub my jaw a thousand times to get it to work?
“What’s wrong?” Haulon asked, looking puzzled, while Dinoss observed the changed expressions of Retze and Dean.
“It seems that Lady Chris receives divine insights from the Spirit in the form of intuition, and it’s best to heed that intuition,” the Butler explained to Haulon and Dinoss, who were unaware of this.
“Yeah. I know it sounds odd coming from me, but my intuition is special!” Chris said, striking a confident pose while the Spirit lovingly traced her jaw with its finger. Is that jawline sexy?
“This seems to be a flow where everyone is going, huh…”
“Over there… again…? I guess we have no choice but to go…” Dinoss murmured, his gaze distant as he spoke without looking at Haulon.
Should I prepare lunch for eight?