Chapter 405: Arc 6, - 21: Memoirs of a Dead Man
Jotou’s eyes widened and she took out a sparked blade, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Her sword slashed through it, but the giant eyes just split into two and all of them darted to look at her.
"Ah... tis you," the voice unhurriedly replied. "Harming this ocular visage will yield no benefit."
"Who’s the kid, what’re you doing!?"
"You need not have concern, he is disposed of."
Jotou turned and saw no child behind her—it was just the room.
"My gratitude. Locating that one has always been such a hassle," the voice then yawned. "So you are here? You look well. A little dishevelled perhaps. The noble beauty is still hard to hide however."
"I’m speaking to the spirit-mage aren’t I," Jotou glared at both the masses of eyes floating in space.
"I have not introduced myself? Hm... I am Ceridwen. Now, I must depart... You are a fascinating one indeed. If we are to meet again, do not shriek at me. I loathe it.
It would also delight me if you were simply to prostrate yourself without protest. However, that may be too much to ask," a sigh came out. "You now know my name—you will note me as a new God as well."
"You’re not gonna stop me? Seems this place is important," Jotou replied.
The masses of eyes vanished as fast as they came, with but a blip of noise.
The blonde’s eyes glazed over, "I wasn’t done talking you little..." She let her shoulders fall and glanced around the room. She pursed her lips. "Sorry," she uttered. ’I hardly learned anything about that kid. He could be the key to who knows how many answers.’