'Strange. I'm sure I've never seen this tripod before. So why does it feel a little familiar?'
'Whatever, it's not important.'
He said, "Stop crying. You're a Divine Artifact, but you're spouting water like a kettle. How about you come with me? I'll show you the good life."
'This aura.'
At that moment, the tripod that had been trapped by Javier Sinclair stopped resisting. The instant Aaron Sinclair's aura appeared, it cried out in delight.
"Master... Master..."
The next moment.
A figure appeared, lunging straight for Aaron Sinclair and throwing its arms around him. It was a boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old, and he was so happy hugging Aaron that he almost jumped for joy.
"Master, you're finally here! They were bullying me."
Aaron Sinclair looked at the Divine Artifact's spirit before him. The tripod really did feel a little familiar. 'Could it be? Is this tripod fated to be mine? Is that why it feels so close?'
