Sen Getsusa began to wander through the glass jungle. Regarding the word 'wandering', all females in the Multiverse share a very similar trait.
Relics were placed in the display cases. Each leg of the cases was wrapped in small lambskin cloth, inscribed with the origin of the relic and the life story of the Master it had fought alongside.
Most were swords, followed by shields and belts, with a small number of shoes and daggers.
Although Sen Getsusa was sometimes eccentric, she wasn't greedy.
Back on the titanic, she had sealed a spell from Sorcerer Ancient One called "Mirror Dimension," even if it was with the other's consent—but that was enough.
Whether others were being truly polite or just polite on the surface didn't mean one could continue being greedy.
The crisp sound of high heels passed by continuously, and those swords and daggers showed off in the glass display cases.
One belt was particularly flirtatious; as Sen Getsusa passed a corner, it actually turned into a style of suggestive lingerie, constantly swaying and beckoning to her... "...Do you want to come with me?" The girl tilted her head.
All the relics began to nod frantically—or what they considered their heads.
"But, I've already received a favor from Sorcerer Ancient One. Taking another relic belonging to the Sorcerer Supreme's lineage for nothing..."
As she spoke, the girl had already walked two-thirds of the path.
Further back, most were display cases for ancient relics.
Just like the Cloak of Levitation, any item with the word 'ancient' attached meant they had an extremely long history, possessed their own souls and thoughts, and were also more powerful and precious.
If asked why the Cloak of Levitation wasn't kept here, perhaps it was because that cloak was too much of a show-off...?
Anyway, the ancient relic exhibition area was much more lifeless than the outer area.
Item after item of even more dazzling and beautiful objects mostly remained silent and motionless in their cases. As Sen Getsusa passed, they seemed to only slightly lift their heads or move a few times to prove they were interested in the girl... before lazily lying back in the corners.
At the very end was an altar-shaped display case.
The glass was crafted into an octagon, narrowing from bottom to top. In the center of the beautiful glass, on a small silver stand, lay a bracelet.
A bracelet like a purple gem.
Sen Getsusa was inexplicably attracted to it and stopped curiously in front of the octagonal glass.
Purple usually gives people a sense of quiet, steady, low-key luxury.
It wasn't as dazzling as a brilliant diamond, but rather like a mysterious, fleeting creature in the night, sparking imagination while making it very clear that such a dream doesn't exist in the World.
Several purple tassels hung from the bracelet, and between the slender pendants, it seemed as if gem marrow was flowing.
There was no lighting here for contrast or illumination.
The translucent bracelet itself was the light; it highlighted itself.
The girl quietly squatted down, her eyes at the same level as the bracelet. She didn't notice that the noise behind her had gradually and silently subsided.
The bracelet lay in the case, brightening and dimming, dimming and brightening, as if breathing slowly.
"So beautiful..."
Sen Getsusa murmured softly, and suddenly, she sensed something.
She looked back.
The view behind her suddenly opened up.
A dense forest spread over gold bricks—
At this moment, Sen Getsusa found herself in an elegant and vast palace.
Torches burned softly, and as shadows flickered, countless bright pearls were embedded in the palace walls. Rows of arcs from inside to out reflected light, shining together throughout the entire massive palace.
Beneath her feet, colorful hexagonal gems were laid thickly along the road. As Sen Getsusa stepped on them, she felt an unreal sensation, like stepping on money.
Countless emerald green vines and gauze curtains hung from the ceiling. The hot flames of the torches couldn't ignite them; instead, the green seemed to draw something from the fire, becoming even more lush and vibrant.
Silver stone pillars ran from top to bottom, supporting the left and right sides of the palace. The pillars were carved with various old patterns, both human and non-human.
At the end, the gauze danced lightly. A stream of spring water flowed from the corner, encircling a giant throne at the end and gathering into a semi-circular pool below.
Sen Getsusa's face flickered in the torchlight. She raised her hand; on her slender wrist, that purple gem bracelet had somehow moved onto her wrist, wrapping itself around steadily.
Elegant purple tassels hung over the back of her hand, looking like she was wearing an expensive purple gem glove.
Sen Getsusa didn't dare move rashly. Her other hand, hanging down, quietly extended.
Profiling... Crack—
The sound of glass breaking.
This time, even the Profiling cards couldn't be deployed.
The palace was very quiet, with only the occasional crackle of sparks jumping from the torch hearts and falling onto the gemstone-paved road.
Sen Getsusa walked cautiously into the interior of the palace, looking around—there were no living creatures here, as if it were just an empty palace.
Her high heels clicked on the gems with a rustling sound. The girl waded through the floor full of money for two minutes before seeing the end.
Behind the semi-circular pool was a giant throne shrouded in white gauze, where a shadow seemed to be curled up inside.
Sen Getsusa bypassed the spring, approached, and stood outside: "Um... excuse me?"
Silence.
The girl curled her lip and kicked a gem at her feet into the water.
Plop.
"Please come over."
A voice came from behind the gauze.
Sen Getsusa found it hard to describe the feeling in her head because that voice didn't come from a throat and pass through her ears—the voice sounded directly in her brain.
Mellow, elegant, and seemingly filled with a certain joy.
"...Sorry to disturb you."
Sen Getsusa looked at the purple bracelet on her hand, then walked forward and gently lifted the gauze.
The throne was covered with large, colorful square cushions.
How should she put it?
Colorful and gaudy.
If the scene before her were an oil painting, Sen Getsusa could against her conscience praise it for 'bold use of color and intense emotion'—but if she were to choose according to her own aesthetics?
(?_?) Refused.
Looking up.
Two long legs were exposed; the woman's entire body was submerged in an endless sea of cushions.
Her arms were bent, hugging her knees, and long bright purple hair followed her lowered head, covering her chest.
The woman was in a posture of hugging her knees and lowering her head, her hands grasping her left foot.
A green leaf was stuck to the back of her hand.
At this moment, besides those half-hidden and incredibly 'beautifully' colored cushions, this lady seemed to be in a very natural state.
Just like before humans invented clothes.
She was 'naturally' half-lying in the cushions, meticulously applying nail polish.
A strong sense of domesticity was conveyed, as if the palace, pool, and gemstone beach didn't exist, and at this moment, the woman should be lazily wearing pajamas and lying on the sofa watching TV.
"Does it look good?"
Without looking up, she spoke casually while concentrating on applying it.
Sen Getsusa looked at the woman: "Could you put some clothes on? Aren't there vines and leaves...?"
Sen Getsusa gestured with her hand; if she picked a few more leaves, well, they could completely cover the slimes and triangle monsters.
The woman switched to her left hand to apply, then raised her right hand and waved it perfunctorily: "Look, haven't I already picked a leaf to cover up?"
There was a leaf the size of a fingernail stuck to the back of her hand... What the hell is the use of sticking it there!
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