Crystal Stag

The two stood on the cliff, gazing down at a silent valley.

"Going down from here will take us to Holy Seal Valley. Do you still remember the exact steps for catching the Crystal Stag?" Brando surveyed the area below. Dense cedar forests covered the valley as well, but specks of light glittered between the trees. They were the glow of moonlight grass.

"Go down."

"Catch it."

Brando turned around and looked at the calm-faced female knight. That really was Bai Jia's answer—simple, clear, and without the slightest ambiguity.

"Why are you looking at me? With your current abilities, catching it won't be difficult. I only remember that this valley is a series of concentric circles. Frost Sprites inhabit the outermost area, and then there's a lake. The water is very shallow, and you can wade across it in many places." Nemesis bathed in the night breeze, her expression calm. "Even the information in the kingdom's geography records says..."

"You guessed correctly, Mr. Brando. I did learn this information from the Manowell Geography, published in 355. The memories from my dreams are fragmented, so sometimes I have to match them against records one by one." Nemesis answered indifferently.

"But you told me you could find the Crystal Stag! They only appear at three or four in the morning on tonight's full moon, following the River of Magic. Yet I've never even found the River of Magic..."

"I have. But you need to take me down first."

Brando breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced back at the pitch-black forest and nodded. "That won't be a problem."

The stretch from the outskirts of the valley to the central lake was a slope that descended toward the center. Vast cedar forests were scattered sparsely across it, with moonlight grass glowing faintly among