Hill was a bit at a loss.
He could sense that these things were all somewhat special... As for those things set up to deliberately mislead, he wouldn't be fooled.
Not because of luck, but because of the confidence of an Alchemist Master!
If Hill were to misjudge such things, it's likely that Fran, researching Toril's magic array in Purwell, would come rushing down to smash his head!
Hill, with a hint of fear, looked up at the clouds... Purwell was still wandering above the white clouds.
Summoning a water ball with the power of purification, he carefully washed his hands, and began to unpack little by little.
This strange shadow force... Hill glanced at Shaer, and silently picked a silver-blue moonlight flower from the air.
Celene had burst too many times with him, and the moonlight flowers imbued with her divine power were almost becoming part of the rooftop garden's background effects.
