Tilting her head slightly in curiosity at the strange names coming from Luther’s lips, Lucia made sure to keep a pleasant expression on her face. Lilith, the scantily-clad woman, and Luther quickly became caught in a conversation that instantly went over Lucia’s head.

She tried, for about thirty seconds, to continue paying attention and gain some understanding. But, unfortunately, all the strange names and words she didn’t recognize being tossed around made her feel as if the two were speaking a foreign language.

After a minute and a half, Lilith walked off to do as Luther had requested. Lucia started to open her mouth to speak, but the serious look of deliberation on Luther’s dark face gave her pause. Closing her mouth slowly, she let out a low breath and decided to instead take in the place she had been transported to while there was a bit of quiet.

The room was shaped bizarrely, somehow round in shape at the top and sides, but the floor was flat. All along the white curved walls were small, square-shaped windows, which appeared to—!

Blinking rapidly, Lucia rubbed at her eyes, quietly walking away from Luther to take a closer look.

N, no...can it be possible?!

Lifting her heavy skirts, she gazed out one of the windows, before quickly moving to another, just to make sure it showed the same thing.

“C, c-clouds?”

Her voice was very soft, barely louder than an exhale of air. Fear and awe shot up her spine in equal measures.

Turning her head slowly, she stared back at Luther’s dark form, his expression still far away from the current moment in thought.

He truly must be a being as powerful as the Goddess! B, but none of the teachings from my world ever spoke of a male counterpart. In his world, is he…?

Her thoughts trailed off as she slowly returned her gaze to the clear blue sky outside. It looked like it was right around the middle of the day, though, squinting, she could make out what looked like a few gray rain clouds off in the distance.

As she gazed out, entranced, it appeared as if the sky was moving outside. White mishappen clouds, along with patches of clear blue sky, shifted and changed, some being left in the distance slowly with each passing second.

“I’m...I’m standing in the Heavens now,” she murmured fearfully to herself. Pressing a hand to her pounding heart, Lucia took a few moments to calm herself down. “A, amazing!” she gasped in awed delight.

After spending thirty seconds admiring the beautiful view, Lucia turned to face inside again.

To her far left appeared was a door on a wall connecting the sort of semi-dome-shaped room to somewhere else. The far right had the same door, with Luther standing in the exact middle of this room that was roughly the size of her personal bed-chamber back at the royal castle. But, it was everything in between those two doors that completely absorbed all of the young woman’s attention.

Along half of the wall directly across from her were maroon-colored, thick cushioned seats that appeared to be growing out of the wall from one of the arms. She recognized the shape of what would be the back of a chair, though it was fully made out of a soft-looking material and the seat of the chair, with nothing at the feet, showing that there seemed to be no support. All of the ‘chairs’ were set up in pairs, upon which a white and gold table that was also connected to the wall was placed between.

In total, there were two ‘pairs’ of chairs and tables.

Directly to her left, on her side of the room, were two large and incredibly soft-looking loveseats. Very small cream-colored pillows rested peacefully on the furniture as if they were meant only to be decoration. When Lucia hesitantly reached out to touch the loveseat next to her, her pale fingers brushing over the arm of the furniture, her lips lifted into a silent smile.

S, so soft! This is softer than the bed I slept on at the castle!

Speaking of beds, directly to Lucia’s right, roughly twice her arm’s length away, was one twice as large as the one she’d slept on previously. Like the rest of the furniture in this room, it had deep maroon coverings with a rich brocade design, as well as cream-colored pillows that looked much more functional than those on the loveseats. Hanging above the head of the bed was a large mirror with a white and translucent substance bordering the glass, along with a gold frame keeping the whole of the mirror hanging on the wall.

On the wall across from the bed was a black box that was as tall as the room from floor to ceiling and longer in length than the bed by nearly an arm’s length. Almost the entirety of the object was black, though toward the lower middle were strange silver embellishments in different shapes, along with something that seemed to have characters of a foreign tongue flashing. The characters changed at one point, but Lucia had more to see and moved on from the mysterious, giant black box.

Like the completely black floor that had jagged, strange markings made of white running through it. When Lucia hesitantly placed one of her shoes over the markings, she found that it wasn’t stone. Tilting her head in wonder for a few moments, she lifted her head and looked past the bed, to the far right wall.