Half an hour ago.
Reality, the Rumbadi Shop.
In the different space deep within the shop, the large boiling pot that usually boiled ceaselessly day and night was normally wreathed in perpetually lingering mist.
Today, however, the firelight was gone, and the broth had even grown cold and solidified into a jelly-like state.
The hunchbacked fairy who usually boiled soup no longer operated the handles from the high platform, having instead descended to the ground with sorrow in her gaze.
"Granny Tang..." The little fairy's voice entered her ears, and she finally snapped back to her senses, slowly raising her head.
A dozen or so little fairies less than half a meter tall had appeared out of nowhere in the previously empty different space. At that moment, these little fairies were looking at her with concern.
The hunchbacked fairy... namely Granny Tang, pinched the heavy hem of her skirt and flapped her brownish-yellow transparent wings, flying up to a high spot on a nearby wooden shelf where she found a soft cushion and sat down.
"Plump Sprout, did Cocorosa say anything?"
Granny Tang rubbed her old-fashioned presbyopic glasses covered in swirling mosquito-coil patterns with some fatigue, looking at the rather plump little fairy who had spoken earlier.
Plump Sprout fluttered her wings and flew to a low position a meter away from Granny Tang, lowering her body respectfully. "Lord Cocorosa said she already knows, and told us to return first while she comes over later."
Hearing this news, Granny Tang's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
Cocorosa's gourmet divination was extremely accurate; perhaps they could rely on her divination to pinpoint Miss Moon Dew's location.
For Granny Tang, this could be considered the only good news on this chaotic day.
Certain that Cocorosa would come, Granny Tang temporarily set aside the