Saint Raphael began to clean and organize the white tower.

Saint Raphael carried the puppet Oran to a spotlessly clean room. Oran watched as she held her leather case. She extended her finger, touching various corners of the room and bringing forth one item after another.

Lamps and mirrors appeared on the walls.

The room filled with a bed, table, chairs, and various ornaments.

These were all Saint Raphael’s possessions, brought here from the Rainbow Spirit Realm.

Saint Raphael placed the puppet Oran on a chair, arranging him neatly.

“How did you do that?” he asked.

“My case contains a ritual array connected to Sister Florrie’s Letter Spirit Realm,” she explained. “I previously commissioned her to send my belongings to me.”

“When I activate the ritual array, the items are transmitted through Sister Florrie’s rainbow tree.”

This was the power of Fourth-Rank wood nymphs. Their spirit realms could transform into independent spaces, which they could even use as transit stations for transmitting objects.

“However,” she continued, “Sister Florrie has already become the Letter Nymph, and just delivering letters keeps her very busy.”

“So I want to become the first Storage Nymph.”

Puppet Oran marveled at the nymphs’ power, at how their innate talent could create an independent space. “The power of nymphs is truly magical and mighty,” he said.

Saint Raphael seemed to not quite grasp his awe. “Mighty?” she said. “I just like it and find it useful.”

Puppet Oran replied, “That’s because you are a nymph, a being from the Creator’s Domain.”

He then asked, “Then why do you still carry a case and always keep it with you?”

Saint Raphael answered readily. “Because some things need to be kept close, where I can touch them anytime to feel secure!”

Puppet Oran observed, “You really like to store things away.”

Saint Raphael countered, “Of course. Everyone has things they cherish.”

“Everyone should have their own box,” she added, “to keep their favorite things in the safest place.”

Puppet Oran asked, “What if the things you like don’t belong to you, or want to leave you?”

“What would you do then?”

Saint Raphael paused, considering this new topic for a long time. “Well,” she finally said, “if something belongs to someone else, I can exchange for it. I have many, many treasures I can trade with others.”

Saint Raphael often exchanged treasures with spirits. Each spirit was a treasury itself, and they always favored novelty, pursuing new and interesting things.

“As for leaving?” She tilted her head, pondering. “That won’t happen. Why would my things ever leave me?”

Puppet Oran asked Saint Raphael, “After you establish your new spirit realm… will you imprison us here forever, like objects?”

Saint Raphael looked puzzled. “Imprison?”

“No,” she said. “I would preserve you.”

“You aren’t people, and those floating points of light have no wisdom. How can keeping and protecting something without wisdom or feeling be called imprisonment?”

“But you are indeed somewhat strange,” she remarked.

Then, Saint Raphael studied puppet Oran. “You’re an unusual puppet. I’ve never seen such a being before.”

“How can an artifact possess wisdom?”

“Only Mythical Artifacts have wisdom, so how did you come to possess it?”

“Are you really a puppet?”

Saint Raphael couldn’t figure this out, but she did like puppets.

“However,” she continued, a smile returning to her face.

“Let’s just say you are a puppet, and you’ll stay with me from now on!”

Oran looked at Saint Raphael. He seemed suddenly struck by lightning, or perhaps awakened from a dream he had been unwilling to leave.

“That’s right!” he exclaimed.

“We are not living people.”

“Me, them, all of us,” he said, his voice hollow. “We’re already dead.”

The puppet let out a long sigh, his voice low and distant.

“Ah…”

“It’s been decades.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, “it’s finally time to bring this to an end.”

Saint Raphael asked him, “End what?”

The puppet fell silent, truly becoming like an inanimate puppet.

Saint Raphael began cleaning the entire white tower and arranging ritual arrays outside. She was preparing to summon her rainbow tree from the Creator’s Domain to transform this place into a spirit realm.

The elderly guardian Tut also helped her. Surprisingly, this ordinary-looking old man was highly skilled with ritual patterns.

Even though Saint Raphael was setting up one of the most complex second-rank rituals, Old Tut could still offer assistance.

While arranging the ritual, Saint Raphael suddenly asked the elderly guardian Tut, “Did they really do many bad things before?”

Away from puppet Oran, Old Tut appeared less aggressive.

He looked like a kind and gentle old snake person.

Old Tut’s expression turned nostalgic, with remorse in his gaze.

“Bad things?” he pondered. “Perhaps they don’t really count as bad things.”

Saint Raphael asked, “Then why say they have sinned?”

Old Tut suddenly became very agitated. “Touching powers that mortals should not touch, losing all reverence for everything, isn’t that a sin?” he exclaimed.

“Pursuing the so-called Tower Spirit principle,” he continued, his voice rising, “disregarding everything else to risk conducting those unproven experiments.”

“Isn’t that the greatest sin of all?”

Saint Raphael observed Old Tut carefully until he came back to his senses.

He apologized nervously. “I’m sorry, Lady Saint Raphael.”

“I… I shouldn’t speak of these things before you.”

Saint Raphael shook her head, indicating she didn’t mind.

“So that’s why the puppet said they committed no crime, just a mistake,” she murmured to herself.

“They became like this because of a failed experiment?”

Old Tut looked at Saint Raphael. “Yes, Lady Saint Raphael,” he confirmed.

“Everything happened because of that experiment.”

“It should never have been conducted. Everything was wrong from the start.”

“They eventually paid the price for their mistake, but at least they never harmed anyone else.”

Old Tut stood up. He paused for a moment as if recalling something, then said in a gentle tone, “Lady Saint Raphael, perhaps it would be best not to say such things to Oran anymore.”

“The evil spirits have feelings too, and their suffering is immense.”

“And Oran,” he added softly, his voice filled with concern, “he might be the one who suffers the most.”

Saint Raphael pondered thoughtfully, recalling the puppet’s earlier words.

That night, she quietly placed a package of her favorite pastries on the table.

She gently nudged the puppet and murmured softly, “I made a mistake. Please forgive me.”

Puppet Oran turned his head to look at Saint Raphael.

“You are Lady Nymph, and I am just a humble puppet. You need not apologize to me.”

Saint Raphael said softly, “Does it matter who I am?”

“I made a mistake, so I am apologizing to you.”

He thought Saint Raphael behaved like a child, innocently hurting others and then feeling regret and embarrassment upon realizing it. Despite everything, he found himself amused.

However, his metal face could not show any expression.

“I am a puppet. I do not need to eat.”

Saint Raphael suddenly realized. “Ah!” she exclaimed, then scratched the back of her head, laughing sheepishly. “I suddenly forgot.”

The puppet felt helpless. It was difficult to truly be angry with someone like her—

Inside the white tower.

Saint Raphael held a corrupted evil spirit lamp, one that had fallen from being a Lamp of Covenant. She spoke to the evil spirit hiding inside.

“I can see you,” Saint Raphael said gently. “Come on out, there’s no need to hide.”

With a sudden burst of energy, the evil spirit lunged forward, letting out a guttural wail. “Woo!”

It collided headfirst into a shimmering layer of golden light, recoiling back with a faint, frustrated hiss.

It bounced around the white tower like a ball, rebounding more than a dozen times before finally returning to the evil spirit lamp, exhausted.

Saint Raphael finally grasped the true nature of these evil spirits.

“They hold the memories of so many people!” she realized.

She discovered that these evil spirits were chaotic amalgamations, each containing the memories and emotions of multiple people.

This transformation into evil spirit lamps meant they could never die like humans, never return to the Creator’s Domain’s Dream Starry Sea as beautiful life dreams.

“Ah, I see now!” Saint Raphael exclaimed, her voice filled with sudden realization.

“With so many memories and emotions tangled together, it’s no wonder they suffer so much.”

Although the nymph couldn’t resurrect them, she could release them.

“By releasing all their power and following the life dream laws set by the Creator, they can find redemption,” she explained.

“This process must happen within the Dream Realm or a spirit realm. Then they can return to being life dreams and journey to the Creator’s Domain for their final judgment.”

“Of course,” she added, “this will only happen if they truly carry no sin within them.”

The nymph examined each evil spirit lamp, her eyes sparkling with delight.

She had discovered something fascinating, something she truly wanted to do.

“La la la la la~”

She sang happily as she polished each lamp. Suddenly, a commotion arose outside.

Grand Elder Xin Jisi of the Land of Sunrise arrived at the Exile White Tower with a group of snake people alchemists.

They requested an audience with the respected messenger of the gods. Their purpose was to discuss transferring the Exile White Tower into a spirit realm and the future use of the Storage Spirit Realm by alchemists.

Grand Elder Xin Jisi’s gaze flickered as he studied the white tower, a strange expression on his face.

“The Tower Spirit School,” he murmured.

“Once the most powerful alchemical school, claiming they would directly breakthrough to the Fourth-Rank Apostle realm, a school of madmen.”

Saint Raphael climbed out of the white tower and sat at its peak.

The Grand Elder and the alchemists below paid respects to the divine messenger.

The Grand Elder wrote contract terms with a pen on paper. The contract then floated up to the white tower’s peak, landing in Saint Raphael’s hand.

Saint Raphael wrote what she wanted on it, then verified the contract once more.

Although the Grand Elder wouldn’t dare tamper with the contract, Saint Raphael had heard there were many deceivers in the mortal world, so she needed to be careful.

The contract outlined that Saint Raphael would claim the Exile White Tower as her spirit realm. In return, alchemists would be granted access to the Storage Spirit Realm. There, they could store items, provided they created their own storage spaces for their belongings.

Of course, the Storage Nymph would facilitate the alchemists’ creation of storage spaces.

Saint Raphael briefly reviewed the contract, then crossed out one line.

Her voice carried down from atop the white tower, and Grand Elder Xin Jisi’s party heard clearly.

“No,” she declared firmly.

“It should be for all intelligent species, not just alchemists.”

“This world belongs to all intelligent species,” she continued. “I want my Storage Spirit Realm to be usable by everyone, not just certain individuals or races.”

With no choice, the Grand Elder of the Land of Sunrise had to modify the contract again.

Finally, the alchemists of the Land of Sunrise, representing mortals, and the prospective Storage Nymph Saint Raphael, representing the nymph race, established their contract.

Nymph Saint Raphael drew a ritual on the back of the contract. As a nymph, she declared to the Dream Realm that this contract was established.

“By the gods above and the spirit realm, I solemnly declare,” her voice rang out.

“This contract is now established.”

All the Land of Sunrise alchemists on the small island witnessed layers of dream starlight descending from the sky and enveloping the island.

Starlight encircled the white tower, finally materializing their contract into mysterious text and symbols.

Then, everything gently drifted upward, returning to the Dream Realm.

Some alchemists stared at this scene in bewilderment, their heads tilted upward in awe, frozen by the sight.

Only then did they realize the power of the spirit realm could not only form contracts but could also be used in this way.

Only then did they understand that contracts existed beyond mere paper.

The nymph race had truly established a covenant with mortals, recognized by the Dream Realm and the gods.

But gaining the spirit realm’s recognition was no simple covenant.

The spirit realm’s contract lacked the unparalleled binding power of the Crown of Wisdom Covenant. That covenant could reach into the Source of Wisdom and bind entire races across generations. However, this contract still held significant authority.

Its binding force was formidable and far exceeded anything mortals could hope to resist or defy.

Everything seemed to proceed smoothly.

Saint Raphael had chosen this place as her Storage Spirit Realm, and she had signed a contract with the alchemists and all intelligent species as an exchange.

The mortal world experienced a shift, and the wood nymphs, once solely messengers of the Dream Sovereign, embraced a new purpose beyond delivering letters.

Saint Raphael at the tower’s peak immediately returned inside, preparing to begin her rainbow tree summoning ritual.

“Success!” she exclaimed.

“I’ve finally found the right place and even completed the contract!”

“From now on, I am truly the Storage Nymph!”

“Storage is now my responsibility!”

Excitement bubbled within her as she talked to herself.

Saint Raphael had a habit of speaking her mind freely, often forgetting about the snake people alchemists waiting below.

“Lady Saint Raphael!” Grand Elder Xin Jisi called out urgently, his voice amplified through divine technique to reach her.

Saint Raphael paused and asked, “What is it?”

Seeing that she had acknowledged him, Grand Elder Xin Jisi bowed respectfully. “Saint Raphael, messenger of the gods,” he said, “I humbly seek your attention.”

Finally, he made one more request, his tone sincere and measured.

“The Exile White Tower now belongs to your spirit realm and is no longer tied to the mortal world,” he said. “However, I ask that you release the evil spirits within, allowing them to find peace. Please also return whatever remains of their legacy to us.”

The Grand Elder’s voice carried a quiet earnestness.

“After all,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion, “they were once alchemists, part of the Land of Sunrise. They were our kin and our family.”

“We wish to lay them to rest in the alchemists’ cemetery, where they can finally find peace.”

Grand Elder Xin Jisi’s voice trembled as he spoke, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Even if their consciousness can never return to the gods’ domain, please let them stay here in the mortal world, close to their kin.”

“Lady Saint Raphael,” he said, his voice steady but imploring, “I believe a kind and compassionate nymph like you would honor a mortal’s humble request.”

With those words, he knelt down, bowing deeply in earnest supplication.

Saint Raphael was stunned. Xin Jisi’s words sounded right, but something felt wrong.

“But,” she said thoughtfully, “everything inside the Exile White Tower is part of what I exchanged for.”

Grand Elder Xin Jisi spoke firmly, his voice filled with conviction. “They were once alchemists, true members of the snake people.”

“How can we treat those who held the honor of being alchemists as mere objects to be exchanged?”

“Such an act would dishonor their legacy and cannot be permitted.”

The Grand Elder placed a hand over his chest, his expression pained. “This goes against our principles,” he said firmly. “We cannot allow this.”

Grand Elder Xin Jisi bowed deeply, his voice steady yet imploring. “Lady Saint Raphael, as a messenger of the gods, how can you allow these evil beings to remain in your realm?”

“They are lost, consumed by darkness,” he urged. “Their only salvation lies in finding eternal peace.”

Saint Raphael paused, uncertain. The concept of sin felt vague to her, and she struggled to grasp how mortals defined it.

Puppet Oran had said he had no sin, while guardian Tut insisted they had sinned. She didn’t know who was right.

She thought Oran made sense, but Tut hadn’t been wrong either.

“But…” she started, then trailed off.

The nymph grew anxious. She had recently become familiar with the puppet and the so-called evil spirits, and had grown fond of this place.

Her affection for this place was even related to them.

At that moment, a beam of light shot out from within the white tower.

The puppet regarded the Exile White Tower’s seal as nothing. Its body radiated metallic luster, the delicate metal puppet’s internal mechanics turning with powerful force.

It walked outside to the staircase, passing Saint Raphael and heading downward.

It spoke loudly, its voice carrying through divine technique.

A mechanical voice, marked by a rigid rhythm and the sound of metal friction, spoke. “I am willing.”

“I am willing to die,” the voice continued. “I am willing for everyone to be reduced to ashes.”

“Since there is no way back, it is better to completely disperse than to wander forever in darkness.”

Puppet Oran gradually descended to the tower’s bottom, where old guardian Tut blocked his path.

“Oran!” Old Tut’s voice rang out, filled with urgency and sorrow. “You can’t leave! This tower is where you belong.”

Old Tut continued, “You have to stay and face the consequences of your actions.”

Puppet Oran said quietly, “I won’t leave this place.”

“This is where it ends for me.”

“When I’m gone,” Oran said, “you’ll finally be free too.”

He turned to Tut, his voice softening. “Look at yourself. You’ve grown old.”

“You’ve spent so much of your life trapped here, fading away.”

Puppet Oran looked at old guardian Tut, his voice filled with a quiet sorrow.

“You were once full of promise, a brilliant and gifted soul. You deserved so much more.”

“This… all of this… it wasn’t worth it.”

“Let it go.”

“Let it all come to an end.”

The puppet shook its mechanical head, its movements awkward and clumsy, yet no one seemed to notice or care in that moment.

“I don’t know if what I did was truly wrong, or if I have sinned,” the puppet said quietly. “But none of that matters anymore.”

“Let it all end here.”

The old man shouted, his voice trembling with emotion, “No! You can’t just give up like this!”

“You haven’t atoned for what you’ve done. You can’t run away from it, from your responsibility.”

His voice grew louder, filled with anguish. “Why did the Tower Spirit School end up like this? How did it all come to this?”

“You were part of it!” he cried. “If only you had stood with me back then, if only you had been stronger, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way.”

“If only…”

Puppet Oran turned to Tut, his voice steady but filled with a quiet sorrow. “Tut,” he said softly, “there are no ‘if onlys’ left.”

“What’s done is done.”

He paused, his gaze unwavering. Then he continued, “Forgive yourself. Forgive me. Forgive everyone from the Tower Spirit School.”

The old man stood frozen, his expression crumbling as tears welled in his eyes. Slowly, his legs gave way, and he sank to the ground, his sobs breaking the silence.

He didn’t know why he was crying. Was he crying for his lost decades?

Was he hating that everything from the past could never be recovered?

Or perhaps he couldn’t accept that Oran and everything else would leave him.

This tower had not only imprisoned puppet Oran and many evil spirits, but also himself.

At that moment, Saint Raphael descended gracefully. Her figure shimmered, appearing at the base of the tower, surrounded by a cascade of starlight and vibrant petals.

She stood before Grand Elder Xin Jisi. “I refuse,” she stated firmly.

“I don’t think they are evil spirits or bad people.”

Behind her, puppet Oran’s voice interrupted. “Saint Raphael,” he asked, “do you still intend to keep us in your spirit realm, as a nymph from the Creator’s Domain?”

Saint Raphael turned back to the puppet, her expression calm but resolute.

“No,” she said softly, “but I can save them.”

“And one day,” she added, looking at Oran, “I’ll find a way to save you too.”

The puppet was startled at first. A glimmer of light flashed through his gem-set eye sockets but quickly dimmed.

“It is not possible,” he said, his voice flat.

“They have lost their minds. We are all completely shattered, beyond repair.”

“It is like trying to make time flow backward.”

Saint Raphael declared loudly, “Puppet, I am a nymph from the Creator’s Domain!”

“I can’t bring them back to life, but I can guide them to become life dreams once more.”

“Through this, they can return to the Creator’s Domain and face the judgment they deserve.”

The puppet looked at Saint Raphael, unsure whether to trust her.

Saint Raphael’s form flickered, appearing directly on the staircase.

She stood with her back to the sky and sunlight, drawing the attention of both the puppet and guardian Tut.

She spread her arms wide. Her voice was steady and resolute, as if channeling the will of the Creator’s Domain. “It is not for us to decide who is right or wrong, or who has truly sinned.”

“Oran, Tut,” she continued, her gaze firm yet compassionate. “Let the Creator be the one to judge all sin and evil.”

The puppet lifted its gaze toward Saint Raphael.

Behind her, sunlight streamed down, casting a warm glow.

The towering structure, the endless ocean, the vast expanse of sky.

In that moment, it felt as though it finally understood the divine messenger’s words and glimpsed the light of salvation.

But Grand Elder Xin Jisi was unwilling to let this happen. He had nearly persuaded Saint Raphael and was just one step away from success.

“Lady Saint Raphael!” he called out, his voice carrying urgency. “There is another matter I wish to discuss with you…”

But Saint Raphael, trailing starlight and flower petal shadows, flashed directly before Xin Jisi.

“Don’t worry,” she assured him with a smile.

“I won’t take something for nothing. If they aren’t in the contract, I’ll exchange something else with you.”

She extended both hands, her leather case suddenly appearing.

The case sprang open, and a stone lump flew out.

Saint Raphael held up a peculiar statue shaped like a human head, its features rough and unrefined.

“Ta-da!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.

“Look at this!” she added, her tone filled with enthusiasm and pride, as if the object making its appearance was some incredible treasure, a rarity found nowhere else in the world.

Saint Raphael made another deal with Grand Elder Xin Jisi, one he couldn’t refuse.

“This is a sacred artifact from the God of Alchemy and Desire,” Saint Raphael declared. Her voice brimmed with confidence as she held up the object.

“I’m offering this sacred artifact in exchange for them. Surely, this is a fair trade, don’t you think?”

Her smile was radiant, as if she had just presented the most precious treasure in the world.

Seeing Xin Jisi’s jaw nearly drop in shock, Saint Raphael thought he was amazed by this treasure.

She felt a little smug inside.

Bet you didn’t expect I’d be willing to offer such a treasure!

You’ve hit the jackpot.

Saint Raphael was still thinking of the elders’ best interests.

She thought that while this Grand Elder Xin Jisi didn’t look like a particularly good person, he was actually quite decent. He had morals and principles, making him a fairly good person after all.

“Don’t worry!” she assured him again.

“I won’t let your compatriots fall. They will welcome the life dreams they deserve.”

“They will find redemption, no longer existing as evil spirits.”

Saint Raphael saw Grand Elder Xin Jisi standing there in shock, and directly pushed the “sacred object” into his arms.

Her manner suggested he shouldn’t stand on ceremony with her.

The Grand Elder stared at the stone lump in his hands, his expression frozen in disbelief.

“This… is a sacred object?” he murmured, his voice tinged with confusion.

But it was indeed a sacred object, rippling with the power of the God of Alchemy and Desire.

However, the realm of the God of Alchemy and Desire was piled with objects, all considered “sacred artifacts.”

Among them were many things beyond mortal imagination, so why would the God of Alchemy and Desire specifically give you this ugly stone lump?

The God of Alchemy and Desire must really dislike you!

However, they couldn’t bring themselves to call it worthless, nor could they refuse it outright. To do so would risk offending the gods.

They could only respectfully accept it and leave the small island with their people.

Saint Raphael stood on the shore, waving enthusiastically at the departing boat.

Her face lit up with pure joy.

In her mind, this was not just a win-win situation. It was a victory for everyone involved.

No, it was even more than that.

If she counted all the evil spirits she had helped, there were easily over a hundred victories to celebrate.

Standing on the golden beach, Saint Raphael called out toward the horizon, her voice filled with pride. “This is a momentous exchange, a contract between intelligent species and nymphs.”

“This day will be remembered in history.”

On the departing boat, Grand Elder Xin Jisi glanced back, his expression unreadable, his thoughts a mystery—

Rainbow Spirit Realm.

A group of nymphs gathered around a thick, tall rainbow tree, performing some prayer ritual to communicate with the mortal world.

Meanwhile, on the golden beach beneath the white tower, Saint Raphael moved with a graceful rhythm, performing her ritual like a shaman in harmony with the world around her.

The eccentric nymph chanted with a playful rhythm, her voice filled with excitement. “Rainbow tree, come down now!”

“Hurry, hurry!”

“Come on, don’t keep me waiting!”

Suddenly, the sky rumbled with a deep, resonant thunder.

Boom.

A swirling black vortex emerged, bridging the mortal world and the Dream Realm.

From its center, a towering tree adorned with vibrant, blooming flowers began to descend gracefully, its colors shimmering like a living rainbow.

Saint Raphael’s rainbow tree landed in the center of the small island, taking root in the middle.

A radiant circle of light expanded outward, enveloping the white tower and the surrounding land within several hundred meters.

The wood nymph’s essence intertwined with the small island, merging her power seamlessly with the land itself, transforming it into an extension of her being.

The entire Exile Tower and the small island gradually disappeared from the coastal waters. From the Land of Sunrise’s coast, the tall white tower was no longer visible.

Ordinary people could no longer easily enter this place.

The rainbow tree extended its roots and branches, forming connections with all other rainbow trees across the mortal world. Its hollow became a gateway, linking the spaces within every rainbow tree.

Saint Raphael smiled and declared, “As per the contract, let the passages open. Connect all the rainbow trees.”

Inside Saint Raphael’s rainbow tree hollow, a vortex spun continuously before finally stopping, opening one passage after another.

Sometimes, a forest stretched out beyond the tree hollow.

Sometimes, it revealed a swamp or a shimmering lake.

Sometimes, distant villages and bustling cities came into view.

Saint Raphael watched everything. She observed as the light membrane gradually isolated this place from the outside.

“Look!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.

“This is my spirit realm!”

Her eyes sparkled with joy as she twirled around, unable to contain her delight.

Saint Raphael floated up into the air, flying to the rainbow tree.

She channeled the tree’s connection to the Dream Realm, harnessing its immense power even before the ritual was complete. With careful precision, she guided this energy toward the white tower.

Dream power swept through.

Within the white tower, the spiritual structures crumbled in an instant. The power of the evil spirits unraveled, gently reshaped by the laws of the Dream Realm.

They transformed into distinct life dreams, each one unique and whole.

Saint Raphael guided them toward the sky, toward the still-open Dream Realm entrance.

“Go now!” she called out, her voice filled with warmth and urgency.

“Return to the Creator’s Domain.”

“To the endless sea of stars, where all spirits find their way home.”

She hovered before the sky’s entrance, her expression suddenly turning serious.

“Do not fear. Ahead lies no pain, only peace and the beauty of dreams.”

“The Divine Boat will carry you.”

“The Dream Sea awaits your arrival.”

“You will be with the Creator, always.”

One by one, the life dreams ascended into the sky, embarking on their final journey toward the Creator’s Domain.

Yet, not all chose to leave.

Some lingered, drawn to Oran and Saint Raphael, their presence a quiet testament to the bonds they had formed.

These life dreams merged with the Storage Spirit Realm, becoming part of its essence.

They existed now as shadows of their former selves, fragments of memories and emotions.

Much like the trilobite shadows in the Spirit Country, they became the keepers of this realm, silent guardians of its purpose.

If someday Saint Raphael or a future Storage Nymph could become a demigod, these shadows could become her Spirits of Wishes.

She decided to call them Storage Spirits, as they had willingly become an integral part of the Storage Spirit Realm.

The Storage Spirits shimmered as they floated around the white tower, their light dancing joyfully in celebration of their rebirth.

Occasionally, some drifted close and gently brushed against one another, as if recognizing old friends and exchanging quiet whispers.

At some point, Puppet Oran appeared beside Saint Raphael, his gaze fixed on her.

He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. His emotions were unmistakable, raw and overwhelming, like someone who had finally found light after being lost in endless darkness.

“You redeemed them,” he said softly, his voice carrying a weight of gratitude.

He paused, his words catching in his throat, as though there was more he wanted to say but couldn’t.

And… you redeemed me too.

“Thank you,” he said softly, his voice trembling with emotion. “Truly, thank you.”

This was the first time Saint Raphael had received thanks from a person.

In the Creator’s Domain, everyone liked her and enjoyed talking and playing with her.

In the mortal world, everyone respected her, even revered her.

But no one had ever thanked her.

She hesitated for a moment, then scratched her head awkwardly. A small, proud smile touched her lips. “You’re welcome,” she replied.

“After all, I am the messenger of the gods.”

“Bringing the gospel to the mortal world for the Creator is also my duty.”