The Distorted Tree Hole had already been severed, but the matter was not over yet, because the soul York Bronte had offered was still inside the coffin.
Uncertain whether removing the sword would cause the coffin lid to shatter directly, Shade left the sword where it was for the moment, then blew the Butterfly Summoning Flute.
To the melodious flute music, amid snowflakes filling the sky and green motes of light, scarlet butterflies arrived from nowhere. The butterflies transformed into two streams that intertwined, circling Shade's waist once clockwise and once counterclockwise before turning into Grace and Helen in front of him.
"Good afternoon, sir!"
The young ladies in white and black dresses smiled as they greeted him, then addressed the other two:
"Good afternoon, Miss Bayes~ Good afternoon, Emilia Sinode of the Moon Creek Clan."
Emilia had met the Red Butterfly Twins during the Battle of Moon Bay, so they knew one another. Iluna nodded in response, while the blonde elf could not even be bothered to deny it this time.
"Sir, we haven't seen you for two weeks. Has Vesta Woodland been that busy?"
Helen took Shade's hand, and Shade apologetically hugged both sisters.
"I really have been busy with all sorts of things lately. Grandma Cassandra should have told you about what has been happening here as well."
"Yes, yes, you're always busy. So why did you call for us this time?"
"This coffin."
He briefly explained the coffin's origins and hoped the sisters could stabilize the spatial turbulence within it, allowing him to find the part of the soul Bronte had offered.
This was not difficult, since "death" and "space" were the easiest things for the sisters to handle. However, after examining it, they gave him one piece of good news and one piece of bad