(This story took place after Chapter 1712, after the Witches saw Shade off and before they left the Lost Forest.)
"Your Majesty Marcus?"
Seeing the silver-haired Demigod Witch turn to look behind her, Miss Andrea Na called out to her. The short witch spoke without looking back:
"You go on ahead. I'll leave before this path disappears. If you don't see me afterward, go to my territory."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
With that, the brown-haired witch pulled along her maid and apprentice, hurrying with the bard carrying his lute toward the end of the forest path.
The camp had not vanished with the end of the story. The snow had stopped, and the wind had calmed. With the living and the gods gone, the silent Lost Forest became increasingly eerie. Lost souls flickered among the trees, trying to approach, but when the chill radiating from Chloe spread and even coated the ground in frost, those souls that should have rested here before truly proceeding toward death temporarily waited among the trees.
Within that fog, the Red Dragon Young Lady with the large tail watched the scene before her nervously, watching the Demigod Witch whose eyes glimmered faintly. Fiona Drago, wearing a hat and carrying a backpack, even felt that the ancient demigod's golden eyes had pierced through the barriers of spacetime and seen her soul.
Before setting out, Miss Feliana and Miss Olanord had said that, because her Power of Time had been strengthened in Eternal Night City, she might be able to contact an Ancient Witch directly this time. But Fiona had never expected to succeed on her first try:
Since when had I been this lucky?
She clutched the buttons of her blouse with both hands, not knowing what to say. Chloe, frowning, took the initiative to speak:
"Time-Space