"Zalas Society, you should know it."
"Of course. The origin of Zaras Academy of Literature."
"The witch I'm looking for called herself Chloe. She lived around the year 1000 of the Fifth Epoch. She was short, with silver hair and scarlet gold eyes. A demigod."
The old man, who had been about to pour Shade some tea, froze.
"I remember you said you were from Saint Byron's History College? That makes sense. Only Time Investigators like you could so easily know of a title like Demigod Witch."
He set down the teapot and sighed.
"If she truly was a demigod, there should be some records. Even in the Fifth Epoch, there were only a handful of Demigod Witches with known names. Come to think of it, you probably know that in the current Sixth Epoch, there isn't a single demigod in the true sense of the term. The Sixth Epoch has lasted eighteen hundred and fifty-three years, yet not one demigod has appeared."
"Yes, that seems to indicate an overall decline in supernatural power."
Both fell silent for a while, though each knew the other was thinking the same thing.
Even though old Mr. Edmund and Shade had a good relationship, he had still charged a deposit of seventy pounds for this business. If he truly found information on "Miss Chloe" before sunday, Shade would likely have to spend even more money to buy it.
He could accept such an expensive exchange of information, after all, he knew how valuable the information he sought was. If his relationship with the Guiding Light Hermitage had not reached a friendly level, no amount of gold pounds would have bought it.
Coldwater Port in winter looked vastly different from how it did in summer, but Shade did not stay long. By the time