Before the mountain-like throne, the uninvited guest vanished in an instant amid the suddenly swirling gray-white dust, Vanishing Like Smoke like a phantom. The Black Leather Book lying quietly atop the stone pillar seemed stunned for several seconds. Only when the wind rose again did Verde's slightly puzzled mutter come from within its pages: "I think there was someone here just now..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a somewhat languid yet imposing voice came from high above. "What did you say, Mr. Great Adventurer?"
Hearing this, Verde "looked" toward the throne before him. Upon that towering throne, the Night Lady sat lazily in a long black dress as dark as the night sky, while gray-white fissure-like patterns lay quietly curled around her hem.
"Ah, Night Lady, you're back?" Verde asked instinctively. "Where did you go just now?"
"Me? I've been here all along. I merely took a nap," the Night Lady said unhurriedly. "Great Adventurer, did you fall asleep too? Why do I feel like you're speaking rather strangely?"
"I... may have had a dream?" The voice from the Black Leather Book was clearly confused. "I'm not sure either... I think I saw a visitor who had wandered in here by mistake, and I said something to her. She seemed like a very interesting girl, but then she suddenly disappeared, and I can't remember the details of our conversation... I also saw the empty throne, and you were nowhere to be found. I thought you'd gone to the border to deal with that fellow again."
"Then you really were sleep-addled, Mr. Great Adventurer." The Night Lady's voice carried a trace of amusement. "Guests do not appear here so easily. If the mind of a Sentient Being accidentally fell into this place, I would certainly notice it at once..."