"Sanaxis?" Lucien tried calling out to Earl Sanaxis once more, but just like before, he received no response.
Just as the magical feather pen had described, Earl Sanaxis had fallen into a deep sleep due to some irresistible factors.
It was a wish made by the feather pen itself, and the moment the wish was made, it had already begun to take effect.
Moreover, it had only exerted half its power so far, the other half hanging over the near future like a ticking time bomb.
Lucien tentatively picked up the feather pen, intending to cross out the newly formed words with fresh ink, but as he was about to do so, he discovered that the blood inside the feather pen was obstructed by some invisible force, making it impossible to write. Meanwhile, the feather pen itself seemed eager to move, like a tiny snake being pulled, trying to wriggle out of Lucien's control.
