"Of course not."
"Reality isn't so picturesque. The so-called stories of constellations are nothing more than silly tales concocted by mortals to satisfy their curiosity about the sky and the gods."
At this point, Albrecht cursed inwardly.
True Ancestor above!
How had he suddenly blurted out his true inner thoughts?
Ah, spit it out, spit it out. What True Ancestor above, bad omen, bad omen! Dogshit bad omen!
Albrecht coughed a few times, quickly suppressing the revered name that popped into his mind.
Beings at that level had strong senses, like a Bloodline such as his, who might draw their gaze by merely thinking of them...
He had barely escaped that terrifying being and did not want to attract its attention again so soon!
Shaking his head vehemently, Albrecht quickly gathered his wayward thoughts.
However, as he looked at the girl, a new headache began.
