Shade turned all the supplies that could be turned into toys into toys and stored them away. As for things like potions and Alchemy Items, everyone took some to carry with them.
The floor that had originally been covered in items was soon left with only the feet they stood on. After confirming that they had brought everything, Miss Novare looked at the still-burning fireplace with some reluctance. It felt a little like when she had been a young Bloodkin, hiding in stone coffins in an ancient castle and playing hide and seek with her companions, only to have to go home at dawn.
But she quickly dismissed the thought and asked Shade again:
"Everyone has matches, but we only have three lamps. How do you plan to distribute them?"
"Miss Coens and you are both injured now. If we run into danger, I'll be responsible for fighting. None of these three lamps are suitable to hold during combat, so the three of you will carry them. Winnie and I can just stand in the light."
He also knew that the Witches did not particularly trust Winnie, so he did not suggest having the girl made of ice crystals carry a lamp.
Everyone accepted the arrangement. Finally, they all thanked the shrine in the corner of the room, and Shade said:
"Then let's go. If nothing unexpected happens, we won't be coming back."
"But I still don't understand why this inn has a Safe Room."
The light cast by the three lamps covered a sufficiently large area, and the elevator was spacious enough for all five of them to stand inside together.
No one spoke as the elevator traveled up to the 39th Floor. Once it came to a stop, just as Shade was about to push open the door,