·Can this really help your child?
After collecting the souls of his companions, Ails turned and looked at Malin who was taking out a bucket of paint, the Soul Fire in his eye sockets roiling as if he thought Malin's efforts were somewhat futile.
·How long do you think that paint will last?
"If the formula is correct, paint from before the Great Destruction Era can last at least three millennia without fading in a space that's nearly completely sealed like this," answered Malin as he wrote on the wall.
Hearing this, Ails, who was impressed with the technological capabilities of Old Humanity from this world, came up behind Malin, looking over everything and expressing his admiration with a sigh.
·This is an ancestor's most enduring declaration of affection to their descendants, you truly seem to cherish that child a lot.
