In the forest, at Green Lake Inn, a blast rang out from the basement, making all the young ladies on the 1st Floor tense up. Fortunately, a few minutes later, it was Miss Sylvia who emerged from the thick basement fog. She had finally found the passage connecting the two inns from the inn in the city.
The black-haired witch led dozens of young ladies to join Tifa and the others who had remained on the inn's 1st Floor. After briefly exchanging greetings with Luvia, she led her people into the fog, intending to support Miss Galina by the lake.
"Judging by the time, people from outside the island should have already entered the waters around it."
Luvia murmured to herself as she sat by the fire with a teacup in hand. With the Great Witches bringing in more reinforcements, the pressure on the inn's defenses had greatly eased. More and more young ladies could rest by the fire during their downtime, making the atmosphere here much more relaxed.
She sat together with Dorothy and Leisha, with Angelina beside them, holding Little Mia. The flickering yet warm firelight illuminated the ladies' faces. Although Shade's situation was still uncertain, they all felt quite at ease.
Such an opportunity was rare in itself. So many female warlocks gathered together, roasting things over a bonfire as though they were camping—this was something they had once found hard to imagine.
The little princess, who had remained inside the inn all night but had still gone through quite a lot, stared blankly into the flames. Having finished discussing the previous topic with Luvia, Leisha smiled and looked at her younger sister:
"After tonight, she'll probably awaken."
She sounded certain:
"Angelina is like a barrel of explosives with its fuse already lit. We don't know exactly