The two returned to the campfire. The Thirteenth Order Great Witch seemed briefly lost in thought:
"Regret, cowardice, and the Soul's Warmth? Ha, that really does suit me."
"She has clearly had her emotions affected by this beach. She needs some rest before she can recover."
Mr. Nelson spoke from across the flames, then took the initiative to offer his help:
"I'm just an ordinary person and don't understand the powers of Supernatural Beings, but most of the people who came here before you would casually throw away the things they carried before stepping onto the pier. Sometimes, the tide would wash up debris as well.
"I buried all those things in this sand. If you need them, I can dig out everything. Perhaps something among them can help you."
"We'll discuss that later."
Shade placed the three blank cards before the campfire. The dancing flames cast streaks of light and shadow across them:
"Miss Brock, can you handle the tears of regret? For now, I can't think of how I'm supposed to cry remorsefully. Well, I can tell from your expression that you definitely can. Then, do you have a way to separate sin?"
The Witch shook her head, but Shade was not disappointed:
"You're lucky. I have a friend who knows a great deal about sins and such. I can ask him for advice. If that doesn't work, I'll find a Mermaid I know and ask her to help me. She would definitely be willing, but I don't want to do that. Do you know how to separate the Soul's Warmth?"
Shade asked again, and this time Ms. Brooke nodded:
"I do. As a Fire-Holding Sister, elder sister mastered many unique secret arts. Using the warmth of one's own soul to cast flame spells was one of them.