Twin-Faced Tower Izermar: The Two Separated

"Then why go now?"

The sun's afterglow spilled across the earth as El-Melloi II and Rinnes left the Moon Tower, heading toward the broad clearing nearby where the White Whale was parked.

"Going out so casually at a time like this makes it easy for us to be mistaken for suspects."

El-Melloi II complained weakly.

"Brother, isn't there an old saying from the East? Better to offer charcoal in the snow than flowers atop brocade. Since we have decided to earn Animusphere's goodwill, taking a little risk for that goal is nothing."

Rinnes gazed into the distance at the White Whale bathed in the setting sun. It looked like an impregnable fortress.

"Besides, if we wait until tomorrow, that princess may no longer need us to provide any clues."

Suddenly, a figure flashed past on the other side. She instinctively looked in that direction, toward the woods near the Moon Tower.

"What is it?"

"Someone seems to be following us?"

"Apologies, Lady Rinnes. Your sensory system is being disrupted by an unknown magecraft. I am unable to locate Lord El-Melloi VII."

If he called for help loudly, something bad would surely happen.

He felt somewhat conflicted. Logically, waiting where he was was the best choice, but his curiosity toward the unknown tugged at his heartstrings as well. Rinnes furrowed her delicate brows, sounding uncertain.

She pressed her lips together. No matter what, she had to find her brother first. Without her and Trimau at his side, if he encountered danger, he truly would be powerless.

She subconsciously turned to look at El-Melloi VII beside her, only to find that he too wore a thoughtful expression.

If there was anything to blame, it could only be the fog being so dense that he could not see the road beneath his feet.