"I'm here!"
The little elf whose name had been called immediately raised her hand. The blood-red light had already dyed her lovely golden hair crimson, and her face held both tension and anticipation. Though it was dangerous, she knew she would have to face it eventually:
"Am I leaving with you?"
"No!
Stay aboard and do not leave the cabin. Before you become one of the Chosen Ones, this sort of situation involving another kind of calamity is beyond your ability to handle. I only want to borrow your Elven Royal Authority for now. Though Danist and I possess only a small amount of elven blood, we can still draw upon its power if things become truly critical."
"Okay."
Half disappointed and half relieved, Emilia removed the silver crown clasped around her arm and handed it to Miss Olanord.
The group immediately sprang into action. The Witch and the red-haired girl flew into the sky, while the young Witch Vanessa gave Siris a few instructions before leaving the deck and leaping onto the lakeshore.
Everyone else entered the cabin together. Then, beneath the illusion concealing the Radiance Messenger, the dragon-scale patterns covering its surface slowly squirmed as they underwent their final sealing and waterproofing.
"Miss Flora Winslet!"
Luvia stopped the deeply worried Great Witch of Death.
"It is not yet certain whether this Mad Moon truly came from 1760, but I want to ask: how was the Moon that appeared here back then dealt with?"
The other Witches who had just retreated from the deck into the cabin also looked at Flora, but Miss Owl shook her head.
"There is very little information about this in the outside world. Recently, when we exchanged intelligence with the Church, I felt that information about lunar calamities might prove useful in the future,