The group continued onward under the guidance of the Black Scales. The firelight swayed constantly with the movements of the four, illuminating one terrifying, bizarre shadow after another before casting them behind.
"So, if we want to obtain something here, there are methods other than paying with currency."
The witch walking at the front summarized quietly. Naturally, she was speaking to Shade:
"Her Majesty did not mention this possibility before we entered."
Shade looked at the witch's back ahead of him.
"Never assume you understand a place this strange. It was already surprising enough that Her Majesty could prepare currency for you in advance. Still, I have a feeling that currency is unusual as well. Mrs. Miles, are you all right?"
Since he had placed a hand on the old woman's shoulder, Shade could feel her movements growing increasingly labored.
"Miss Higgins, how much farther is it?"
"I cannot estimate the exact time required."
"Do not mind me. Keep moving forward. No matter what, I have to find his soul and make him tell me himself why he never returned. I have waited too long. Even if I die here, I must see him again."
Mrs. Miles was resolute. Her frail, aged body could not hinder her determination. She was even pleading with Shade not to worry about her.
"Young man, I have waited my entire life. Even in my dreams, I thought of seeing him again someday, on a bright and sunny day, at that crossroads where we parted, overgrown with Sage, rosemary, and thyme. Please continue onward. I know he must be waiting for me too."
As though to prove she could keep walking, she tried hard to stop her body from trembling. But she could not overcome her instincts. Fortunately, Shade was not suggesting that they turn