This time, the Crystal Shoes brought him to the attic at home. Dorothy, who had been waiting for Shade's return downstairs, immediately heard a heavy thud from above.
When she and the curious Little Mia climbed up to the attic, they found Shade lying on the floor like a drowning fish, his trembling hand lifting a small bottle of pink essence to his lips.
"Oh, Shade, what happened to you?"
The transportation function of the "Cinderella" Mystic Lock consumed more spirit the greater the distance, but it also consumed less spirit the closer it was to midnight. And it was now eleven fifty-three, arguably the worst time of day to use this thaumaturgy.
Dorothy quickly understood Shade's predicament. After helping him sit up, she carefully fed him some of the pink essence. Once Shade had recovered, he had Dorothy print the several hundred pages of documents he had copied onto film.
He was not quite sure what Leisha wanted to know, so he copied down even notes that appeared useless. Dorothy was somewhat unhappy that Leisha had sent Shade running around again, but she said nothing. Shade also had no idea whether she was currently complaining about it to Leisha in her heart through their connection.
Afterward, the two of them had lunch with Mia before heading to Doctor Schneider's Clinic in the east of the city.
The weather was good today. Riding in the carriage, Miss Writer remarked on how quickly spring had arrived. It was already the nineteenth day of April, and according to Tobesk's climate, spring had reached its finest season. At night, Shade could even hear cats in heat out on the streets.
The blonde young lady watched the streetscape beyond the window, then suddenly asked Shade:
"Last time, Red Butterfly Day was the closing day