The backyard of Bright Moon Temple.
Standing calmly in the middle of the slightly narrow hall was the Prince of Constellation.
Under the Everlasting Lamp's illumination, Thales stared at the Bright Moon Goddess statue in the dark from a distance. He observed the Bright Moon Goddess' aloof expression quietly.
"Thales." Behind him, Little Rascal fixed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and looked nervously around her before she said, "If we slip out like this… Nicholas and the others will…"
"Ah," Thales said bluntly, "I know. They're most probably on their way to find you already."
Little Rascal's face turned as white as sheet. "Then we—"
Thales interrupted her with a whisper.
"Little Rascal, I have to do something, but I need your help." The Prince of Constellation stared at the Bright Moon Goddess with a dazed expression.
Little Rascal was slightly startled.
"What is it?" she asked curiously.
