"No problem, Leisha and I agree."
Though Dorothy found it rather strange, she still nodded.
"But hadn't we already agreed to it? Why bring it up again?"
She set the warmed goat milk beside Little Mia. Though the cat was not close to anyone besides Shade, she was quite friendly toward Dorothy, who had recently been preparing her breakfast. She let out a "Meow~," while Dorothy continued joking:
"Unless Leisha misses your [Soul Whiplash], we definitely won't do that again."
After breakfast, the three people and one cat set off for Fatumonst Snow Mountain. The Great Fog shrouding the entire island still had not dispersed, but fortunately, after yesterday's ritual, the elemental environment at the snow mountain's summit had improved considerably compared to the past.
When they arrived aboard the ship, Shade first listened, as usual, to the Witches' summary of yesterday's new Serpent Plague cases, sightings of the Infinite Snake around the island and nearby waters, and other incidents across the island.
But compared to before, today he also paid extra attention to the delegations from the two countries, which had held multiple rounds of contact in the City of Time Wheels without achieving any substantive results. Perhaps because last night's assassination in Delarion had not yet reached this place, neither delegation had made any moves as of this morning.
"I'm curious. What grudge did that fat attendant you mentioned last night have against Larus III? He mentioned something about a younger sister. What exactly happened?"
Flora was rather curious about the matter. Artist Miss seemed to have drawn some artistic inspiration from Shade's description of last night's perilous events.
Dorothy, who had come with Shade, received the answer from Leisha:
"Military Intelligence Section Six's preliminary investigation shows that the younger sister of that eunuch attendant, Luke Weaver, died