Caelum and Bonjour immediately felt an invisible gaze settle upon them the moment the question was asked.
For some reason, both of them instinctively felt compelled to answer it seriously.
"I don't know, I'm only seven." Caelum replied honestly while rubbing his nose from the cold.
Bonjour thought for a moment before answering in a much more straightforward manner.
"My father said the ancestral ways are always correct," he said confidently.
"So maybe my ancestors were perfect."
Silence followed briefly.
Then the mysterious voice sighed.
"…I truly shouldn't expect meaningful answers from sheltered children."
As the voice finished speaking, a luminous glow slowly began forming ahead of them.
However, even after the light gathered together, neither Caelum nor Bonjour could properly see the figure standing there.
The only reason they knew something existed in front of them at all was because the surrounding space itself bent unnaturally around a small outline.
