The man chuckled softly and shook his head.
"Didn't I already tell you? I don't know." The Emerald-Starred Key raised two fingers:
"Suppose there are two options: never being able to convey, and conveying now... then, I would choose the former." He withdrew one finger unhurriedly and then tapped it on the table.
"As for whether it can be conveyed in the future? As long as I can believe 'there exists such a possibility,' that's enough."
The Pantheon Mage's tone seemed as if he were describing a frontier theory close to the truth, yet known to no one.
"You don't need to understand, and I don't care if you can understand."
The Empress finally had nothing to say, only gazing at this man with ink-black hair and emerald eyes with an expression as if she saw a Goblin determined to be good.
The Emerald-Starred Key's smile remained unchanged, meeting her gaze with the sweetness of acceptance.
"And what am I pursuing... though I intend to withhold this answer, I can tell you this.
