Leon kept his eyes on the bobber floating on the lake’s surface while Abigail, under his guidance, began following his instructions step by step.
As soon as the bobber moved, he planned to tell her to reel in—giving her first fishing trip a promising start.
Unfortunately, luck didn’t seem to be on their side. The two of them stood by the shore for over ten minutes without so much as a twitch from the bobber. Abigail, with her lively temperament, was already growing impatient, and Leon was puzzled too.
Logically speaking, even if no fish had bitten yet, there should have been at least some nibbling from fish curious enough to try the red worm bait—causing the bobber to move slightly. Yet the bobber simply lay there, lifeless on the water.
Leon took the rod from Abigail, intending to check the condition of the bait. But as soon as he lifted it, he realized the hook seemed to have snagged onto something.
“Is it a fish?” Abigail asked quickly, noticing the fishing line go taut.
“No, probably something caught on the hook.” Leon shook his head. He tried reeling in and felt some resistance, but it was light—most likely a small, submerged object.
As the line grew shorter, the hooked object slowly surfaced. Oddly enough, the closer it came to leaving the water, the heavier it felt.
Still, it was nothing compared to reeling in one of those massive meter-long fish. There was no struggle—just a bit of effort to pull it ashore.
Abigail, now brimming with curiosity, crouched at the lake’s edge to get a better look.
When Leon hauled it in, the “catch” revealed itself: a small box, surprisingly new-looking, adorned with ornate patterns.
“Leon! You’ve caught treasure!” Abigail ran over, eager to share her discovery.
“I see it.” Leon’s expression was complicated.
This box had clearly just been placed in the water—there wasn’t a hint of corrosion. And Leon was certain it had been put there intentionally.
Those ornate patterns were familiar. If he wasn’t mistaken, they matched the designs on the door of the Wizard’s Tower. He didn’t know their exact function, but he understood one thing—Rasmodius had put this box on the hook deliberately.
It was a subtle way for the ever-particular wizard to deliver something to Abigail as an “unexpected surprise.”
The patterns were his silent message:
“This is mine, but not meant for you. I trust you know what to do.”
“Hurry, open it! Let’s see what’s inside.”
When Leon dragged the box onto the grass, Abigail immediately picked it up, ignoring the mud and water, and brought it to him. She was clearly delighted.
“You open it. After all, it was your cast that caught it—this treasure’s yours now,” Leon said, eager to stay out of Rasmodius’s personal gift arrangements.
“Alright. But since the fishing rod is yours, I’ll share half of whatever’s inside,” Abigail promised.
Leon noticed the magical patterns glow faintly before fading again—right after Abigail’s words. More amusingly, she soon added:
“Huh? Why does it feel heavier all of a sudden? Am I imagining it?”
“Just open it and see.” Leon wasn’t sure whether to admire Rasmodius’s thoughtfulness or thank Abigail for her generosity.
He already suspected the box’s contents had just doubled.
Abigail set the box down and found the latch. It wasn’t locked, just secured with a pin. A quick pull, and the lid popped open.
“Wow! A Prismatic Shard! I was wondering how to get one—can’t believe I got it so easily.”
Her delighted voice made Leon cover his face. Knowing too much, he worried he might laugh.
In the sunlight, two Prismatic Shards lay in the box, casting rainbow-like glimmers.
“Perfect! Two shards. We can split them—one each.” Abigail held them up, grinning from ear to ear.
“So… does this mean I can go to the desert forge by Yoba’s altar and craft my own Galaxy Weapon?”
“In theory, yes. But whether you can actually forge one depends on your own potential,” Leon explained, recalling Marlon’s warnings about the hidden requirements for obtaining a Galaxy Weapon.
“What? I thought you just needed to bring a Prismatic Shard to make your own weapon?” Abigail asked in surprise.
“It depends on aptitude. Without it, even a cartload of Prismatic Shards can’t be shaped into a weapon that truly fits you,” Leon reminded her.
“No worries, I’ll give it a try. Even if I fail, this shard’s still precious. I can turn it into a display piece by my bed and shine a lamp on it. It’ll look amazing at night.”
She clearly wasn’t too concerned, already planning for its decorative potential.
Then she extended her left hand toward Leon. “We agreed to split—this one’s yours.”
“Then I won’t be polite.” Leon took the shard and stowed it in his backpack.
Now, he had one of the seven Prismatic Shards he needed to upgrade to a 36-slot backpack—a welcome surprise.
And all thanks to Abigail. Without her insistence on splitting, there probably would have been just one shard meant solely for her.
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