Polk was not the designation for a particular race.
It was the term for the citizens of the nation of Polk.
According to what Ronald had learned, it should be a country further south than the Countess’s holand of Nikos, with its territories even reaching into the tropical zone.
But beyond that, Ronald knew very little else.
The na of the ruler, the capital, so famous cities and celebrities—this was the extent of his knowledge of the country.
Philis seed to have noticed Ronald’s confusion.
While turning to look out of the window, she simultaneously began to explain to Ronald,
"The majority of the Caster groups in that country aren’t particularly strong, but they excel in eavesdropping, surveillance, curses, and poisons. The cigarettes you just bought have a kind of tracking marker they set up, which is hard to distinguish from the scent of the tobacco unless you’ve had contact with them."
"....."
"So these Polk people have so sort of sche?" Ronald asked, furrowing his brows.
During his days in Springs, various forces had taken turns making their presence known in the city, always managing to trouble him.
That’s why the ntion of these things gave Ronald a headache.
Fortunately, Philis imdiately shook her head to deny this,
"Ronald, you can rest easy on this. The Polk people’s thods are of the wide net variety, not specifically targeted at any one person, and you won’t have any problems if you haven’t smoked those cigarettes."
"As for sches..."
Philis couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle as she spoke to this point.
"At this ti, who coming to Springs doesn’t have their own plans? The invincible queen believes she has everything in her grasp, but there are always those who aren’t afraid to die, eager to test their ttle."
"I see..."
Philis’s tone was sowhat complex, and Ronald also detected a hint of self-mockery in it. The Entrode spy agency, to which the girl once belonged, was exactly the ’not afraid to die’ group she ntioned.
The result was quite clear.
Almost all agents Entrode had infiltrated were wiped out.
Based on the information Ronald and Philis had now, it seed likely that Philis was the sole survivor. The queen was incredibly formidable in both combat ability and efficiency in carrying out plans.
Hearing Philis’ self-mocking tone,
Ronald felt that at that mont, there seed to be a thread of loneliness entwined around the girl.
It was not known whether it was due to the fate of her forr companions or her own current predicant, but at this mont, Philis’s slender figure seed tinged with a sense of bewildernt and helplessness.
"..."
Taking two steps to stand behind Philis, Ronald was about to offer so words of comfort when suddenly, an untested idea ca to his mind.
Talking about sothing else would be a good distraction for Philis from these thoughts.
With his decision made, Ronald spoke up,
"Philis, one of my original spells can develop a person’s latent abilities, thereby leading out a brand new power, want to give it a try?"
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing Ronald’s question, Philis imdiately turned around.
Her steel blue pupils surveyed the man in front of her back and forth before her lips curled into an enlightened smile.
"I see..."
"Let’s give it a try then, but don’t break , okay?"
"Why would I break you..." Ronald rolled his eyes wordlessly at Philis, his fingers softly rubbing inside his sleeve, and the ring bestowed with the power of the "Angel" was instantly activated by him.
A radiant gleam quickly enwined around Ronald’s palm.
He had already experinted before, if he were to expand the "Angel’s" power and apply it to himself, then Ronald could instantly gain the ability to breathe underwater without being affected by water pressure.
Adjusting the spiritual light in his hand, Ronald gently tapped on Philis’s shoulder.
"Ah..."
The effect was imdiate.
As soon as the palm touched her shoulder, Philis looked at Ronald with a shocked expression and took two steps back to lean against the window.
That expression...
It was as if an ancient person who had lived inland for years had suddenly seen the ocean at the edge of the continent.
"Philis, are you alright?"
Seeing her like this, Ronald naturally followed her.
"Is there a problem with the ability you developed? Or are you feeling unwell?"
Philis didn’t answer but imdiately covered her own eyes.
"Ronald, wait a minute... My vision is acting up! No... it seems like my hearing is affected too!"
"We can use this power at any ti, just calm down." Realizing that Philis’s developed ability had to do with her vision, Ronald imdiately terminated the "Angel’s" power.
Almost at the mont the Spell’s effect ended, Philis’s awkward movents relaxed.
"..."
"I’ve canceled the power, do you feel a bit better?"
Ronald asked, and Philis lowered her hands, her expression sowhat puzzled as she blinked.
"This... I..."
"Ronald... I think I just heard your sll, saw the sound of your voice, slled your appearance? The senses brought by the body suddenly mixed up, completely against human common sense, right?"
—It was synesthesia.
Hearing Philis’s description, Ronald imdiately rembered this condition.
In simple terms, it is a psychological condition that allows independent human sensory abilities such as vision, hearing, taste, touch, and sll to operate simultaneously, breaking through so kind of barrier.
Specifically, the result is that the owners can see the shape of sounds or sll the color of scents...
However, what Philis had was probably not that kind of psychological condition.
Through the developnt of "Angel," she might have gained a true sense of synesthesia!
As Ronald collected his thoughts, Philis also saw his expression.
The girl, still puzzled, imdiately asked:
"Ronald, you seem to know sothing?"
"What you just got might be a special ability called synesthesia, which specifically allows human perception..."
Ronald shared the information he knew bit by bit.
Philis’s expression also beca subtler as he narrated.
It wasn’t until she understood the basic information about this ability that she said with a complex tone:
"What’s this supposed to be?"
"I’ve just decided not to be a spy for long, and then I co up with such an ability. If my old boss finds out about this, I probably won’t be executed right away if I return to Entrode, right?"
Ronald shrugged his shoulders, giving his opinion:
"Actually, I think being a spy isn’t really a good job."
"That’s also true..." Philis nodded in agreent with Ronald’s opinion, the strange feelings she had just experienced fading from her eyes as she stepped forward decisively and pointed to her shoulder.
"Try it again."
"Now that I think back on it, that synesthesia was quite interesting?"
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