The Apothecary Miss looked somewhat sorrowful, yet also seemed lost. But the expression vanished after only a short while. She did not know what was wrong with her today, revealing her inner thoughts before a stranger.
"Don't be so pessimistic. Although I'm only at the Sixth Ring, I have quite a few very capable friends. For instance, my Teacher, who sent me to investigate the Edwardz Family. Once she finishes her own business, she can come here and help me too."
Shade added.
He was truly confident about this. Even without gathering the five Great Witches he knew well, Miss Danist alone would be enough to resolve most troubles of this era. Besides, he had Sister Devlin, Priest Augustus, Doctor Schneider, and Long-Haired Luvia as trump cards. With himself included, he refused to believe the trouble here could be greater than Coldwater Port, Middlesburg, Pantanal, or Randall River Valley.
Cough, cough.
"She" softly coughed twice beside Shade's ear, or rather, perfectly imitated the sound of coughing. Shade immediately realized that he seemed to have thought something he should not have:
It probably won't be worse than those troubles, right?
The brown-haired woman pursed her lips and shook her head, not lingering on the subject:
"I don't know much about that prophecy either. Ask me one more question, your last one. If you still want to ask more, I'll continue answering you the next time we land on the island."
Shade thought for a moment.
"The last time we landed on the island, you said you did not know exactly how many Edwardzes were still alive. Has that answer changed now?"
The Apothecary Miss nodded.
"I truly know nothing about the first three generations of the family tree. As for the latter three generations, all four members of my father's generation—Uncle