Too much time had passed. If clues from over thirty years ago could really be found just by looking with one's eyes, the child from back then would have been found long ago. And relying on the perception of Ring Arcanists, aside from discovering a large tree that somehow brimmed with life even in spring, Shade and Miss Olanord found nothing else.
"Recently, many large trees in the woodland have revived. Some have suddenly grown several hundred meters tall. This one will probably become like that tonight or tomorrow night."
Shade made his judgment, but it had nothing to do with the purpose of their trip.
It was still early. Since Luvia had told Shade to remain here until three o'clock, he did not intend to leave the area.
He stroked the cat on his shoulder. After confirming that it was healthy and completely unaffected by the subzero temperature, he said to the witch beside him:
"Let's keep waiting here. I'm guessing something will happen soon."
Miss Olanord had set up detection methods throughout the places they had passed earlier, while Shade tossed out a small piece of gold, and a campsite appeared amid the snow.
Moon's illusion perfectly concealed the camp. The two sat down on soft cushions before the campfire. Shade then rummaged out an emerald, and a moment later, a lavish afternoon tea steaming with heat was delivered to them.
Little Mia probably felt that following Shade out today had indeed been the right decision. After Miss Olanord picked up a scone, she smiled at Shade and said:
"I didn't expect that even after coming here, I could still taste such familiar handiwork."
"I've always been curious. How exactly do Fiona and the others manage it?"
"Shade, some things must not be asked about, such as young