It made the Goddess of Abundance feel an indescribable closeness and familiarity, compelling her to trust the other party.
Within those layered calls, her rationality and vigilance were gradually worn away.
Subsequently, she headed towards a more distant direction.
...
Abundance's hazy consciousness revived once more.
She opened her eyes in confusion, and her blurred vision slowly regained focus.
Swaying white cloth—or rather, curtains.
Silver window frames.
And old glass.
And a distant blackboard, densely covered with writing in some square-like script.
She glanced at that script but couldn't understand its meaning.
This was an extremely rare occurrence.
As an Ancient Demon Wolf that existed long before the Glorious Era, Abundance was familiar with all languages since the dawn of the Main Material Plane.
Even for some obscure languages of small races that she hadn't encountered before, Abundance could find a similar linguistic prototype or variant to infer the meaning.
