The box had no lock, but it had been sealed using the methods of Ring Arcanists. Ordinary people could not open it, yet after the Sorceress cast a spell, the box sprang open on its own. Inside lay a folded letter and a ring.
She opened the letter first, and its handwriting immediately confirmed the identity of the "astrology scholar":
If the stars have not played a joke on me, then I am glad that, seventy years later, there is still someone like me following in the Moon's footsteps. Unfortunately, the answer is not in Creekwood Town, nor is it in Vesta Woodland. Though there is a statue of the Moon God here, it was not left for us.
The answer is probably farther north. I do not know whether I will find it, nor do I know whether you will. Please use the ring to resolve the curse here, so that this young girl will not have her home seized by The Church even after her death. Afterward, keep the ring as a gift. I hope it can also suppress your curse.
The signature read—Astrologer Euclid, and the date was indeed 1750.
"He foresaw more than seventy years ago that you would come? Isn't his divination ability a little too exaggerated?"
Shade asked. The Sorceress shook her head.
"If this Astrologer could foresee a calamity like the 'Red Moon Anomaly' in 1750, what is so surprising about foreseeing my arrival? I may be a Thirteenth Ring, but I don't think I can compare to a disaster like the 'Red Moon Anomaly.'"
The letter was not forged. Its handwriting matched that of the letter Shade had found together with the Source of Chaos within the walls of his home, the one that said, "Moon's Chosen One would be spending the