Chapter 1806 Unfamiliar Transmission <TOC> Chapter 1808 Vision Scene
Translator: SumTLMan
“Hana,” Angel responded softly to her call, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “You used to affectionately address me as ‘big brother’ before, why such sudden formality?”
The girl wearing a pink dress was none other than Sparrow Blossom.
Slightly embarrassed, Sparrow Blossom lowered her gaze and said, “Lady Moriah told me not to use such intimate terms in the presence of others. It’s considered disrespectful.”
The term “others” left Isabelle and Sanders momentarily at a loss for words.
Angel’s mouth twitched slightly. Instead of dwelling on the choice of address, he steered the conversation back to the main topic, “Lady Isabelle mentioned you wanted to see me?”
Sparrow Blossom nodded earnestly, though her eyes evaded direct contact with Angel’s.
Narrowing his eyes, Angel probed, “Did you come to see me, or… did you want to meet Popoca?”
Sparrow Blossom covered her mouth, her face conveying an “Ah, I’ve been found out.”
Angel remarked, “… Your performance could stand to be a bit more genuine.”
Sparrow Blossom playfully stuck out her tongue, abandoning her exaggerated act. She lowered her head, a glimmer of sadness in her eyes, confessing, “I’ve just been missing my brother. Wishing for one more chance to speak with him.”
Angel picked up on certain sensitive words in Sparrow Blossom’s statement and seemed to have an inkling of something.
After a moment’s contemplation, instead of probing the question nagging at him, he simply nodded, saying, “Alright.”
During this time, Popoca had been nurturing the Morphing Softworms in his bracelet. It seemed he hoped to use this opportunity to cultivate more mature worms as a gesture of gratitude towards Angel.
Thus, when Angel released Popoca, a sense of bewilderment flashed across his pale and distorted face.
“Lord…” Just as Popoca was about to ask Angel the reason for summoning him, his gaze locked onto the image of Sparrow Blossom on the screen.
“Is… is that you, Hana?” Popoca took laborious steps, inching closer to the mini signal tower. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes had started to mist up.
Sparrow Blossom also appeared intensely emotional. Were it not for the screen between them, the siblings might’ve embraced each other without any reservations.
Witnessing this heartfelt scene, Angel sighed gently. With a flick of his fingers, a dusky mist materialized from thin air, instantly creating an illusionary realm.
This was a private conversation space that Angel had carved out for Popoca and Sparrow Blossom.
Sanders glanced at the fog illusion realm within the room. Choosing not to pry further, he casually remarked, “You seem to be overusing the illusionary realm.”
Angel chuckled, thinking that Sanders was merely singing his praises. This was because the last time Sanders evaluated his use of the ‘Fog Illusion’, he remarked, “Your application of the Fog Illusion is too rough.”
This time, Sanders did not describe it as “rough,” but as “frequent,” which indirectly showed that he approved of Angel’s use of the fog illusion.
While waiting for the conversation between the siblings, Popoca and Sparrow Blossom, Sanders continued writing in his notebook. Meanwhile, Angel casually picked up a magazine from the bookshelf and started reading.
This room was one of Sridhar’s spare studies, and the magazines inside were personal collections of Sridhar.
Coincidentally, the magazine that Angel picked up was the latest issue of —Mirror—.
—Mirror— is the official magazine of the Savage Grottoes. Considering Sridhar was once a wizard of the Savage Grottoes and was so close to it, it wasn’t surprising that he had the latest issue.
In this new issue of —Mirror—, Angel was still the protagonist, with a lengthy description of how he became a member of the Research Institute.
At the same time, it encouraged wizard apprentices to try their hand at alchemy, giving entry standards for Achillea Comprehensive College. Of course, this was something the Savage Grottoes couldn’t achieve before. It was only after Angel became a member of the Research Institute that this convenient pathway was opened.
Angel skimmed through two-fifths of the magazine, most of which was about him. Although he often saw magazines praising him in Sky Mechanical City and was used to it, this was, after all, the —Mirror—… Angel still felt an inexplicable sense of embarrassment.
Skipping past those pages, Angel finally came across different content——the Novastar Competition.
The publication titled —Mirror— dedicated approximately a fifth of its pages to a comprehensive account of the Novastar Competition, highlighting some spectacular matches and outstanding players within. Predominantly, a significant portion of this section focuses on competitors from the Savage Grottoes. Among them, Hilary is given the most extensive coverage, being the top-ranked competitor from the Savage Grottoes in this Novastar Competition.
Angel observed an illustration within the magazine——portraying Hilary with a pale face filled with exhaustion, her eyes hazily looking at an opponent not too far away.
This scene is likely from a moment within the Novastar Competition. The artist has captured Hilary’s distinct features with precision, vividly illustrating her perpetual sleepiness and the ever-so-slightly closed eyes that depict an indefatigable weariness.
After a moment of reflection, Angel commented, “… Impressive.”
At the very least, he wasn’t the only one publicly criticized.
Apart from the coverage on the Novastar Competition, the remaining two-fifths of the content touched upon recent miscellanies, including discussions on technical expansions, academic paper publications, sharing of intelligence, and some discreet transactions of the Savage Grottoes, among other topics.
Among these details, Angel was particularly interested in the status of the Eternal Night Kingdom and a peculiar ruin that even vexed Lord Rhine Mute.
Regrettably, the former merely made a cursory mention of the “evacuation routes for the citizens of Eternal Night Kingdom,” and the latter wasn’t mentioned at all.
Such an unusual omission gave rise to suspicions in Angel’s mind. Mentioning it, even in passing, would have provided some clarity. However, the complete lack of reference suggests that the situation surrounding the ruin might be more problematic than initially thought.
Angel pondered whether he should inquire further from Sanders.
Yet, just at that moment, Popoca emerged from the fog illusion realm.
Putting down the magazine, Angel directed his attention to Popoca and asked, “Finished chatting?”
Popoca nodded slightly, his eyes still tinged with redness. Breathing heavily, he gave a courteous gesture to Angel, saying, “Thank you, Lord, for letting me see my sister again.”
Angel responded, “It was Sparrow Blossom who insisted on seeing you, indicating she missed you dearly.”
Whispering, Popoca said, “I miss her too. However, this might be our Last Meeting.”
As Popoca voiced the last words, they were almost inaudible, like a mosquito’s hum, as if he was whispering to himself.
Nonetheless, Angel caught every word clearly.
Angel didn’t respond immediately but eventually asked, “Do you wish to enter the bracelet now, or prefer staying out here?”
After a brief silence, Popoca said, “… There’s nothing left for me outside. I’d rather go in. Also, there’s a Morphing Softworm that’s currently in its hatching phase, and I need to watch over it.”
Angel nodded, directly pulling Popoca into the bracelet.
Once Popoca vanished, Angel dispelled the fog illusion realm and turned his gaze to the mini signal tower that was still connected.
Sparrow Blossom was still standing in front of the light screen, seemingly waiting for Angel’s attention.
Chapter 1806 Unfamiliar Transmission <TOC> Chapter 1808 Vision Scene