Closing the chat group, reclining in the rocking chair, Ryuga contentedly flipped through the 'Doraemon Blueprints.'
Not complete.
But still very practical.
More helpful for him in controlling the Scepter.
Even if the 'Knight's Vow' didn't work on Lygus, there were still Puppeteer Strings, or the Magic Lamp and such.
However, some of the materials were just too absurd.
For example, the 'What-If Phone Booth' actually required remnants from all the Aeons.
How was that supposed to work?
The living ones were still manageable, but what about the vanished ones, the dead ones!?
Couldn't make it at all.
"Fortunately, for most of them, I can obtain the materials."
...
The next morning.
"You... are you alright?"
Ryuga leaned by the bed, staring blankly at the slowly awakening girl.
March 7th blinked, confusion tinged with a trace of drowsiness. She raised her hand to rub her temples, brows slightly furrowed: "Mm~, what happened to me? My head hurts a little."
Speaking of which, she propped herself up, her pajama collar askew, revealing the hazy alluring glow within.
"After you fell asleep, you froze."
Ryuga said worriedly.
As expected, the same situation as the original occurred, unfortunately he wasn't a Memokeeper.
Last night, not long after March fell asleep, Six-Phased Ice completely wrapped around her.
But come morning, the ice block receded on its own without leaving any trace.
"Huh?"
March 7th froze, then tilted her head thinking.
"No, no memory of it. Mm... now that you mention it, I did seem to have a very long, long dream."
"Like I walked through many places, met many people, experienced many things... but once I woke up, couldn't remember anything."
"It clearly felt so real..."
Speaking of which, her little face wrinkled, muttering distressedly.
But soon, the cloud of worry dispersed from her face, and she returned to being that mischievous ball of sunshine.
Grumble—
Her stomach rumbled, March 7th's pretty face flushed with a hint of red.
Ryuga couldn't help but laugh: "Hungry, right? Perfect timing, Butler just finished making morning tea and pancakes. Come try some."
Just as he finished speaking, the door pushed open.
A small, chubby figure holding a wooden tray lightly stepped in.
A pitch-black, rabbit-like doll.
Yet wearing a crisp butler's uniform, bow tie proper, movements holding the tray extremely elegantly.
And on the tray sat steaming hot pancakes, caramel-colored fried eggs, golden crispy bacon, plus a pot of fragrant red tea billowing with steam.
Wisps of aroma like silk threads drifted through the air.
"Eh? What's this? So cute!"
March 7th was attracted, eyes sparkling bright.
"Butler, a butler-type Bangboo. From now on, it'll be in charge of our meals."
Ryuga introduced.
As for the chat group matter, he didn't hide it either.
After all, the two had already had deep exchanges.
"Sho good~, you try shome too~"
March's mouth was stuffed full.
"I'm not hungry."
Ryuga smiled, thoughts churning in his mind.
Could it be that after March fell asleep, her memories would travel to Amphoreus of the past, while her body was spontaneously protected by Six-Phased Ice?
Because the two of them instantly traveled to Amphoreus together, plus his year-long training, March 7th wasn't robbed of all her memories?
So many mysteries.
Better spend some time slowly observing.
...
"Golden Weaver, Aglaea, paying respects to Lord Demon God."
In the small courtyard, Aglaea's fingertips lightly touched her chest, upper body leaning forward as she slowly bowed.
Yesterday she hadn't participated in battle because she needed to use Mynetta's 'Golden Thread' to maintain the Holy City's stability.
But that transcendent Demon God form still made her breathing catch, soul trembling in submission.
"Very good, your eyes are very spirited."
Ryuga glanced over.
Aglaea's eyes at this time still had their gleam, humanity not yet diminished.
A gorgeous platinum-gold dress, woven with intricate golden thread embroidery, paired with golden short hair seemingly flowing with divine radiance.
Around her waist wrapped a pure white satin belt, outlining slender yet powerful waistline curves.
Atop her head wore an olive leaf-woven laurel crown, displaying even more nobility, elegance, sanctity inviolable.
"..."
With just that Ryuga's face darkened.
Aglaea wore golden boots, wrapping those jade feet painted with golden nail polish, covering them up.
Damn it.
Even defending against gentlemen, huh?
"So beautiful."
March 7th's eyes sparkled with brilliance.
"Hehe, Miss March is also very beautiful. Today, allow me to accompany you both touring the Holy City."
Aglaea smiled gently.
...
Hadn't walked far when they saw between two squads of guards in the distance, a white-robed 'clerk' holding a gold-edged sheepskin scroll, loudly reading sentence by sentence.
"In the name of Cerydra the 'Empress,' announcing to the entire city."
"From this day forth, the following old royal dynasty ceremonies are hereby abolished."
"..."
You motherfucker—Ryuga's face darkened even more.
Targeting me, huh?
Among a long string of old royal dynasty ceremonies, he heard the item 'abolish hand-kissing foot-kissing ceremony.'
"Hand-kissing is understandable, but what's with foot-kissing? Do people really kiss feet?"
March 7th was confused.
Aglaea suppressed her laughter.
Thus, Ryuga's face grew even darker.
The morning sunlight was warm, shining on his body yet ice-cold.
Aglaea's sacred radiance, March 7th's lively charm—the two accompanying Ryuga on left and right, each with their own elegance, causing passersby to stop and look back, extremely envious.
"Honey candy figures, smells so good."
"Rice ball dumplings?"
"Milk cheese also looks delicious."
March 7th lifted her little face, every food looked so good, eyes full of longing: "Wonder if outside currency can be used?"
Aglaea smiled, placing a 'Lydia coin' in the old person's money pouch.
Bought a string of 'honey candy figures' each for March 7th and Ryuga.
"You two needn't worry. You can freely use whatever currency you brought. The 'Scales of Talanton' will measure the value of all things—no need to worry about living in the Holy City."
"The Titans are very mysterious, right?"
Aglaea explained.
"Eh, it can work like that?"
March 7th widened her eyes. During breakfast, Ryuga had simply told her about Amphoreus's Titan legends.
Never expected even currency could be converted.
"During the Titan faith period, Amphoreus people used shells, feathers, red clay blocks—these kinds of items related to Titan credit for exchange."
"But with 12 Titans having 12 different currencies, it was too scattered, making transactions not very smooth."
"In the early Golden Age, it changed to gold, silver, copper—value was stable but denominations were very large."
"So the Law Titan Talanton intervened, transforming sand grains into the current Lydia coins, which is what you just saw."
Ryuga explained in detail.
March was even more dumbfounded—clay blocks worked too? Sand grains made into gold coins?
Aglaea's eyes widened: "Lord Demon God is so familiar with our history? Even local scholars might not necessarily know this."
She originally came on Cerydra's orders to test the authenticity of the intelligence.
"I have passed through many years."
"Spending ten thousand years as if a single day."
"I have already stood watch over countless centuries."
"Yet Amphoreus's era has not yet arrived."
Ryuga slightly narrowed his eyes, throat moving to lower his voice, the low hoarse voice seeming to emerge from deep within his chest.
Aglaea's shoulders suddenly trembled.
These words—what did they mean?
She only felt every single word wrapped in waves of chill.
While contemplating, a childish voice suddenly struck.
"Move aside, move aside!"
The marketplace was noisy, voices clamoring. A gray-haired cat-eared little thief chose her path carelessly, crashing solidly into Ryuga's stomach.
A muffled thud—bounced away with a 'boing.'
Mid-air, the cat-eared little thief flipped a nimble somersault, landing steadily.
After standing firm, immediately bared teeth and claws, facing Ryuga with 'hiss-hiss' 'hiss-hiss' calls.
"..."
Ryuga found it amusing. This was Cipher?
Cifera, you little punk just hissed at me, huh?
To be continued…