"Selling these items falls within the gray area. They're like accessories that merely improve one's luck a little. As long as no one reports it, the local witch marshals won't send anyone to investigate."
Ms. Brooke explained, while Mr. Nelson cautiously continued:
"My wife was put in charge of guarding the warehouse because she was trusted. Her work became easier as a result, and she had more free time every day.
"I don't know what exactly she did during those idle hours at work. I only know that three months after her promotion, she came home one day with a Spirit Board. She said she had found it in the warehouse and bought it herself for very little money."
Under the campfire's glow, the strong man's face had become extraordinarily haggard:
"This wasn't the first time she had done something like that, and I didn't interfere. A week later, she suddenly disappeared. I searched for her like a madman, but two days later, she returned looking utterly lost. Then she told me—"
Mr. Nelson took a deep breath as he faced the campfire:
"That Spirit Board showed her Doomsday. It let her know the inevitable end of this world. She became delirious. I felt she had been terrified out of her mind. She couldn't explain where she had gone during those two days, and she became very strange.
"I kept her at home and wanted to find a Doctor to treat her, but she ran out on her own. Then she climbed our city's Clock Tower, rang the emergency bell, and shouted to everyone that Doomsday was coming."
"Was she arrested?"
"Yes. But before I could rescue her, she ran back home herself. I wanted to take her away and move to a new city, but she told me through