The night was cool as water. Though the autumn woods had already turned golden, this forest from which one "could not escape" remained vibrantly green. As the two sat alone, a little moonlight fell through gaps in the canopy above onto the tabletop between them, illuminating the edges of Sister Devlin's Mithril Blindfold.
The night wind carried the chill of late autumn. Just as Dorothy had said, every autumn rain brought another drop in temperature. Vesta City was only one rainfall away from late autumn.
The wind stirred the canopy overhead, as well as the nun's hair and hem. Shade shook his head. Of course he had something on his mind. Tonight's dream had most likely been caused by the Moon Dance Festival, and that untouchable figure in the dream...
"I'd like to ask you something, Sister. Do you know this kind of flame?"
He extended his right hand and used the spell again. Pure silver Moon Fire ignited once more.
The flickering light seemed to make Sister Devlin's Mithril Blindfold gleam for an instant. The nun lowered her head slightly to "look" at the flames.
"Secret Fire."
That was another name for Moon Fire. It also seemed to be called Silver Fire.
"You really do recognize it. I had a dream at the Golden Music Hall just now, and after waking up, I gained this flame. But unlike First Fire, this flame doesn't exist within my body and soul. Whenever I want to use it, I can create it on the spot."
Sister Devlin's face retained its usual calmness, or rather, expressionlessness. She fell silent for a moment.
"The Order of Spiritual Cultivation has records of many strange flames, including Secret Fire. It is a power bestowed by the Moon God upon her most trusted Believers. According to the