In the Half-Plane filled with ancient books, a silence suddenly fell.
The Ashen Bishop was silent, thoughtful, doubtful, then confused.
Uh? Hmm, oh... ah?
She raised her head, her eyes under the shadow of the hood looking at Herbert, somewhat doubting if she had misheard.
This guy, is he serious?
"Cough, cough... hmm."
The Ashen Bishop coughed forcefully and added, "Child, you might not have heard clearly, I said—I can answer any question for you."
Worried that Herbert didn't understand the value of this statement, she reluctantly explained proactively:
"The meaning of this sentence is that you can ask me anything, anything, do you understand?"
"Whether it's those ancient legends lost in the river of time, or special knowledge passed down in corners, even the secrets that gods avoid talking about... as long as I know, I can tell you."
As the oldest Cardinal of the Mist Monastery, she guards what is most precious to the entire Monastery—knowledge.
