They failed to find the suddenly vanished Mayfair until nightfall, when the festival was about to begin. After going around in circles, they returned once more to the tea house where Mayfair had disappeared.
"If we can't find her in the village or at her former home, is it possible she went up to the Temple again?"
That was Maid Miss's suggestion, offered for everyone's consideration.
"Probably not." Doctor Gels shook his head. "But... we didn't spend enough time with her to judge that. Still, there's no need to worry too much. Judging from these few Time Rewinds, at worst, we'll simply return to the starting point."
"One time, two times... even the first few times, perhaps we could search for an answer full of confidence." Snef suddenly said, "But if our efforts fail to change the current situation after dozens, hundreds, or even several hundred attempts, will you still be able to say, 'At worst, we'll just return to the starting point'... Gels?"
"You mean you think we won't be able to hold on and will eventually go mad?" Doctor Gels said calmly. "Snef, are you underestimating yourself, or are you underestimating all of us? Leaving everything else aside, Mayfair herself must have experienced countless Time Rewinds, yet didn't she persevere?"
Snef sneered. "Don't forget, her so-called perseverance is built on having her memories erased every time she wakes up... while our memories can accumulate. After dozens of times... or even a few more, how can you be sure which 'today' you're actually living in? I'm not underestimating myself. I'm simply not overestimating myself. That's all."
The sound of a crowd suddenly came from outside, along with musical instruments. Beneath the sky that was about to turn completely dark, the village of the Elf Tribe had lit up with