The moment Shard saw the nun at the entrance of the ritual site shrouded by the budding leaves of springtime trees, an odd question crossed his mind. Coincidentally, he seldom made appointments to see the nun in advance, yet he always managed to meet her.
"This is 'Girard Stone,' even in the Fifth Era, it was a rare material."
At the lowest level of the ritual site, the nun with the silver blindfold sat on the second-to-last step beside the open space, gently rubbing her fingers over seven "stones" one by one:
"In the Fifth Era, Girard Stone was one of the core materials for crafting space-related alchemical tools. Yes, the kind you imagine, a small pouch capable of holding the load of a carriage."
Shard's eyes widened instantly:
"So, is it possible you could..."
