"What a headache!" Serena Pendragon sighed softly, holding a red-covered book in her hands.
Ominis Gaunt sat lazily on the sofa, one leg casually crossed over the other, his cloudy gray-blue eyes blinking lightly. "Indeed..."
"Judging by how things went in the past, their target should be the Catacombs. After all, there are so many bones there, making it very suitable for summoning Inferi."
"But they haven't shown up there. You could even say they don't seem to care about that place at all... I'm even considering whether we should keep guarding it."
Serena Pendragon's gaze seemed drawn by a magnet, fixed firmly on the book. "I think so too. The Isaiah Society seems to have changed strategies. They're hard to find!"
Sebastian Sallow crossed his arms and glanced at the book Serena Pendragon was holding, dragging out the title as he read it aloud. "Michelin Guide."
"Serena, if you'd changed to literally any other book, I might still believe you were actually worrying about something... As for now, you feel more like you came here to travel."
Serena Pendragon glanced at Sebastian Sallow, then looked back at the Michelin Guide. "I really am looking for clues..."
"Replenishing our strength and conserving our energy are important too. Our companions are guarding the Catacombs, and that's exhausting! Of course we have to find a better restaurant and properly reward them!"
"Besides! Have you forgotten Vizet's situation? He can just go on a casual trip, or watch a match, and still run into people from the Isaiah Society doing bad things."
"Something that lucky is hard to understand with common sense. But as long as we extend it a little and think about it from another angle..."
"Isn't that some kind of magical force? For example... Ritual Magic!" Serena Pendragon closed the