"You there, you have a question too, right?"
It seemed to derive a tremendous sense of pleasure from the social death of Silvia and Enola.
The Knowledge Holy Chalice's smug lean became even more pronounced. It swayed for a while before finally halting and revealing text to Shiayar on its body.
"Although I don't know how you found me, or even how you learned my incantation."
"However."
The handle of the Holy Chalice flickered with a faint luminescence, scrutinizing Shiayar like a pair of eyes.
"A 6-Ring Beastmaster who has just turned eighteen, your talent in beast taming and spiritual power is indeed quite remarkable."
"In your time, you probably count as a rare genius, one that appears perhaps once every hundred years. But in the Old Era when I was born, where Fabled Creatures roamed the world, someone like you was nothing out of the ordinary."
"You are but a mere mortal born in an age without me!"
