Hello everyone, Astaroth here.
There are some people out there who couldn't speak a word if they talk face-to-face, but who are great conversationalists when it comes to written text, such as letters.
I like to think I can do either reasonably well.
By combining my [Storage] skill with the earth-attribute spell [Rock Forming], I created an impromptu stand for the Dark Goddess's Scriptures to rest on without needing me to use one of my hands and placed the book on it.
Without any visible manipulation by any party, the book opened to a specific page--of course, I was using magic.
I started chanting with a voice like a prayer.
"O grand goddess lording over the gentle, caring darkness
Here, as I speak this orison
Grant my wish so I may prove my faith"
Given the simpler nature of the ritual, the prayer was rather a bit shorter than the previous ones.
The moment the final word left my mouth, a magic circle, shining a peculiar black light, appeared on the ground in front of me, apparently composed entirely of mana. The geometric patterns and cryptic characters within weren't comprehensible by any means, but I understood the thing's function as soon as a note appeared inside it.
I picked up the note using a hand formed with [Rock Forming] and held it up in front of my face.
It contained little more than a question mark.
A smirk took over my mouth as I spoke: "Are you listening, Lady Entropy?"
A second note appeared. It contained the word "Yes".
I held back a chuckle.
"In that case, Lady Entropy, I would greatly appreciate it if you could send me something, to prove I'm here in your name."
Another note: "Why?"
"The drakonid chief and the Elven Council President seem rather unwilling to believe it." I shrugged, quite sure she was watching, too, not just listening.
Another note: "Five minutes"
I chuckled to myself, unable to hold it in.
"What'd she say?" Salamander asked, peering into my eyes.
"Mh... Proof?" Sylph followed up, smirking with half-lidded eyes.
"She's requested a moment of patience," I said, holding the note up for Salamander and Sylph to read. I figured it wasn't necessary to hold my hands in a position of prayer anymore.
Both Salamander and Sylph stared at the note for several seconds, and Salamander narrowed her eyes. Sylph didn't, presumably because her eyes were already half-closed.
"You can read this?" Salamander asked after a few seconds of silence, eyeing me as she continued to investigate the note. Her face showed traces of confusion and disbelief, and just a little bit of familiarity.
"... Lady Entropy's handwriting is," Sylph said, interrupting herself with a yawn. "Barely legible? I'm-" she tilted her head in what might've seemed like contemplative silence to those unfamiliar with her mannerisms. "Impressed you can read it?" she said, making a difficult expression. She looked away from the note, so I assumed she either gave up on reading it entirely or had finished the entire two words.
"Try talking a little faster next time," Salamander said, shooting a glance in Sylph's direction. "By the time you were finished with that sentence, I'd have sworn I was going to fall into your habit of falling asleep while others are talking. Tomboy."
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Entropy's Servant
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