The weather was fine, and there was not much urgency even in this remote country town. Even their footsteps slowed.
The cat curled up in Shade's arms, possibly having fallen asleep again, while the White-haired Girl walking beside him occasionally stole glances at him.
As for Miss Larson, Luvia had actually told Shade to stay in close contact with her. Since the "selection" for the Chosen of Fate this time depended on who played the more important role on the stage, Miss Larson, currently the only known candidate on their side, was naturally someone they needed to focus on cultivating.
Although Luvia had not asked Shade to immediately go on adventures with the White-haired Girl, her intention in urging him to communicate more with Miss Larson had been quite obvious.
But as a Diviner, Luvia understood better than Shade that when dealing with "Destiny," going with the flow was better than forcing things. Thus, all the advice she gave Shade was merely advice, and Shade was in no hurry to drag Miss Larson around the island.
"Tell me about this matter. What exactly do we need to resolve?"
He stopped discussing Claire and instead asked about this "investigation assignment."
Miss Larson nodded lightly.
"This morning, the young lady received a letter from Mrs. Reinhart. She said that ever since Friday night, she had heard knocking from downstairs every night around midnight. But whenever she opened the door, there was no one outside.
"Professor Reinhart, who lives with her, had not heard anything, but Mrs. Reinhart was certain it was not an auditory hallucination. Later, she realized the sound might have come from next door. But the neighbors moved out five years ago, and that house is now used as a public storage space.
"It happened on Friday night, then happened