In the Half-Plane filled with ancient books, a silence suddenly fell.
The Ashen Bishop was silent, thoughtful, doubtful, then confused.
Uh? Hmm, oh... ah?
She raised her head, her eyes under the shadow of the hood looking at Herbert, sowhat doubting if she had misheard.
This guy, is he serious?
"Cough, cough... hmm."
The Ashen Bishop coughed forcefully and added, "Child, you might not have heard clearly, I said—I can answer any question for you."
Worried that Herbert didn’t understand the value of this statent, she reluctantly explained proactively:
"The aning of this sentence is that you can ask anything, anything, do you understand?"
"Whether it’s those ancient legends lost in the river of ti, or special knowledge passed down in corners, even the secrets that gods avoid talking about... as long as I know, I can tell you."
As the oldest Cardinal of the Mist Monastery, she guards what is most precious to the entire Monastery—knowledge.
Compared to tangible objects, intangible knowledge is the truly valuable wealth.
Outsiders don’t know that in the treasure vault that outsiders cannot approach, the Ashen Bishop, who knows all the knowledge inside, is the most important treasure.
And now, she stared at Herbert and said slowly:
"Child, you must have many things you can’t understand, unsolvable riddles in your heart, and unresolved doubts."
The Ashen Bishop gritted her teeth and asked in frustration, "You... are you really sure you want to ask this?"
Asking why I walk without a sound... aren’t you kidding ?
Ask about knowledge!
Ask quickly!
But after hearing this earnest explanation, Herbert unsurprisingly fell into silence.
"..."
He frowned and lowered his head, seeming to ponder how to use this precious opportunity on the right thing.
Herbert was silent for quite a while, then slowly raised his head and gently nodded at the Ashen Bishop.
"Phew... it seems you’ve figured it out." The Ashen Bishop breathed a sigh of relief.
Indeed, this child was just montarily confused but still sensible.
"Yes, I have figured it out."
Just when the Ashen Bishop thought Herbert finally understood, he decisively spoke:
"I still want to ask the previous question—why do you walk without making a sound?"
Ashen Bishop: ?
She clenched her fist, wanting to see clearly what kind of nonsense was running through this guy’s mind.
And facing the Ashen Bishop’s stare, Herbert stood calmly in front of her, his expression peaceful and firm, with no hint of wavering in his eyes.
The air in the Half-Plane beca completely still, with only the faint glow emitted by countless ancient books flickering, reflecting the unspeaking silence between them.
Under the hood, the Ashen Bishop’s brows furrowed, the shadow seeming to deepen.
Her slender fingers, gloved in silk, moved unconsciously, caressing the serpentine pattern on the sword hilt.
The cold sensation from her fingertips seed to remind her that all this happening before her was not an illusion.
All these years, she has ntored dozens of talented children and given them the sa help—offering them a chance to question her.
Among those saplings she favored, although most perished halfway, so beca legendary, and there was even one who crossed the epic threshold.
The Ashen Bishop had never encountered such a question—no, this wasn’t even a question, but more like a... challenge?
Is he provoking ?
"... Heh."
Upon realizing this, the mysterious Cardinal shook her head with a slight chuckle, looking at the calm white-haired boy ahead.
Though displeased inside, her voice gained a touch of amusent, asking slowly, "So, this is your question? Not changing it? You’re sure you won’t regret it in the future?"
The Ashen Bishop’s voice was gentle, but within its fluctuations, it stirred the power of the entire Half-Plane.
Rumbling——
Thousands of books fluttered, roaring like a storm pouring down from the sky.
No wind, no rain in the Half-Plane, yet a massive pressure descended.
Legendary?
No.
Higher than that!
It is a rank that only those qualified to leave their mark in the annals of history can reach.
Though also a Cardinal, this ancient presence in terms of strength far surpassed the constantly rotating Chief Judge and Knight Commander.
This figure who stepped into the epic realm!
Under this overwhelming pressure, the boy’s expression did not change, and he nodded lightly.
"Hmm, not changing it."
Herbert nodded seriously, and said in a deep voice, "Please tell the answer."
Say it!
Tell the truth!
In the Half-Plane, the epic figure and the reckless boy stared at each other, their ears filled with the thunderous roar of turning pages.
Silent, confronting... the storm was about to break.
But just as the invisible pressure grew, about to bend the boy’s spine, forcing him to lower his head, all sounds vanished.
The sound of turning pages disappeared instantly, and the Half-Plane returned to tranquility.
In the silence, only a light laugh that seed like a sigh or helplessness echoed.
"... Hehe."
The Ashen Bishop shook her head, musing with slight headache, "...you really are persistent, and bold, kid."
Why are you so curious about ?
Is this sothing you should focus on?
Why are you so obsessed with such things?
Honestly...
At first, the Ashen Bishop felt a bit angry when asked this offensive question, thinking this guy was a rebellious troublemaker.
But when she saw Herbert standing steadfastly under her pressure, relying on sheer will to withstand it, she felt a certain fondness for his talent.
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