At the center of the boundless gray-white desert, upon the towering Shadow Throne, Night Lady quietly gazed down upon the realm she ruled, shaped, and which also resembled her prison. Then she lowered her eyes to the ancient travelogue before the throne, with its black cover and mortal soul. A faint smile seemed to linger in her amber eyes.
"Ah, Lady, you're back," Verde greeted his "Mistress." "That visitor... the one you care so much about, just left."
"I know," Night Lady replied calmly. "Now she knows what she needs to know. As for the rest... leave it to fate."
Silence fell before the throne for a moment. After several quiet seconds, Verde suddenly spoke up. "Lady, may I ask something? That visitor named 'Amber'... who exactly is she? Why do you suddenly care so much about a mortal who wandered here by chance? You even specifically instructed me to tell her so many things when she came before the throne... Did you know she would come today?"
"I didn't know when she would come, but I knew she would," Night Lady said, apparently in a very good mood today. "As for her identity... this is not the time to pry too deeply, Great Adventurer. One day, you will know."
"...Fine, you always have a whole pile of secrets. I'm used to it anyway," Verde muttered before casually asking, "Then what about the border... those visitors you sent into the border city? What is so special about them? You went to great lengths to save those people, then allowed them to live out the rest of their lives peacefully at the border. I'm truly curious—what exactly was the purpose of all those arrangements?"
Continuously questioning an ancient god seemed both bold and rude, but Verde had remained in the Divine