"Miracles don't come for free..."
Joshua sat beside the table, studying the map Herolia had left behind.
The Saintess had not lingered long in the demon camp. After handing the map to Joshua, she had chosen to leave.
The map clearly showed the central points where the gray mist gathered across the continent of Aleslota.
"But we don't need any miracles. Can't we just push straight through?"
Ciri had woken up as well and was tending to her hair.
Given the conditions on the battlefield, Ciri had been unable to find a mirror, though she was not particularly demanding about her hairstyle.
"Pushing through is one thing, but we don't have enough Faith Power to expand the Battlefield of Strife across the entire continent."
Joshua stood and walked behind Ciri, helping her arrange her silver-gray hair.
Recently, Ciri's hair had been getting longer and longer. It had once only reached her shoulders, but now it was practically waist-length.
"I think you could try long, straight black hair... or long, straight silver hair?"
Joshua could not help sighing. Over the past two years, Ciri's hair seemed to be the only thing that had changed.
"What kind of weird hairstyle is that?" Ciri had recently been considering cutting her hair.
"Strictly speaking, it isn't really a hairstyle. It's a little hard to explain."
Just as Joshua was wondering how to explain it to Ciri, the door to his room was suddenly flung open.
Arl, the High Elf girl, walked in with an apple in her hand.
"Child of the Forest, the Blackwood Elves' World Tree has arrived."
After Arl entered, the Flower of Falosi followed her into Joshua's room. Frost Country's king, Shael, and Nolan's top idol, Miss Tylinn, came in with her.
"Did I... interrupt something?"
Galolie glanced at Joshua, who