"Before we set out, Her Majesty was worried that we might come across a usable relic and fail to recognize it, so she had me memorize a relic catalogue. It didn't include the conch—Undying Longing—but it did include this—Golden Memories. Mix blood into ink, add gold dust, then record three of your deepest memories involving someone here. The person in those memories can return. They may be living or a soul. The only restriction is that the soul cannot have been completely destroyed. Other than that, there are no restrictions."
Miss Higgins was actually worried that the soul the previous conch had failed to summon might have been destroyed, but she did not dare say so. Naturally, Shade would not bring it up either.
"What are its negative traits?"
"While the memories are being written down, everyone nearby will be passively drawn into them. Entering someone else's memories is quite dangerous, but fortunately, Mrs. Miles is an ordinary person, while you and I are both witches."
She could not tell exactly what Shade was. After thinking it over, she simply skipped the subject.
"Mrs. Miles, we will soon glimpse the real scenes from your memories. Please do not mind."
The old woman smiled and shook her head. Taking the notebook, she gently stroked its cover with her palm.
"It's all right. If I can see him again in advance through my memories, I'll be happy. You've worked hard too. No matter the final result, I can accept it."
Shade glanced into the thick fog around them.
"Then let's try it now. Do you have ink, a pen, and gold dust?"
They had not wasted much time at the camp this time. There was still plenty left of their twenty minutes, and he had enough time to watch the old woman