After lunch, Shade did not immediately leave Miburg. Instead, he sat down with Grace and Helen again for a chat.
A well-fed Mia became soft and warm. She was currently sprawled across Shade's lap, pretending to nap. This cat's life remained as comfortable as ever.
"I found it."
Shade took out the silver flute, its surface covered in delicate butterfly patterns:
"The Butterfly Summoning Flute. I got it early Tuesday morning. Luckily, the Great Witch of Randall River Valley helped."
Helen and Grace each examined the flute, both clicking their tongues in amazement. In the current Sixth Epoch, there were not many creations of the gods left.
"Does this flute enhance your power? Will it affect your injuries or the recovery of Whisper—Power?"
Shade asked his question. The two young women exchanged a glance, and Helen, dressed in black, shook her head slightly.
"Sir, this is not a relic. The Miracle Element will only help us further suppress the revival of the Whisper Element. So rather than affecting us, it can restrain the return of the relic's power."
"That's good. Keep the flute with you for now."
Shade sighed in relief. He had always worried that Grace and Helen would soon become complete relics again. Compared to himself, the Red Butterfly Young Ladies needed this flute more.
"But, sir—"
"I'm only lending it to you. If I need it, I'll take it back."
Shade interrupted Grace. When she seemed about to say something else, he continued:
"I've met that Butterfly God for the second time."
They understood what he meant.
"The first time, I offered a song. The second time, I offered poetry. The next time will be my last visit to that point in time, but I don't know what that butterfly deity will ask us to offer in