Backlund.
Fors tightened the black cloak around her. Recently, she and her good friend Xio had been investigating something, and now Xio was following that suspicious carriage. They had made plenty of preparations, but Fors was still worried about her friend and wanted to go along to check on her.
Suddenly, boundless gray fog surged before her eyes. She saw a blurred figure praying, "Next, I need Witch's Tears-tears they shed under intense emotions. If anyone can provide them, I'm willing to buy them."
A flicker of surprise appeared in Fors's eyes. She could tell that this was Mr. Chariot's voice.
Mr. Chariot wants to collect Witch's Tears? What are those? Could they be ingredients?
Is Mr. Chariot already preparing to advance to Sequence 3?
How long has it even been since he became a demigod?
For a moment, Fors felt ashamed that she had only just advanced to Sequence 6 and was merely a Scribe.
But she soon found an excuse for herself.
This isn't my fault. After all, I'm an Apprentice. Before becoming a Scribe, I had practically no abilities I could use in combat. I couldn't go on adventures like Mr. Chariot or Mr. World.
Besides, I'm in Backlund, and Backlund's weather is notoriously awful. Even my daily life is affected. It's hard enough to find the motivation to leave the house.
Mm...
Just then, she spotted Xio, her petite yet always energetic friend. At the moment, her expression was gloomy and somewhat dazed.
Fors hurried over. "How did it go? Did you get a clear look?"
"I did..." Xio hesitated, then suddenly seemed to come back to her senses. In considerable shock, she said, "I know her-no, him!"
Fors was baffled. "Him?"
"He's Sherman! The Sherman I told you about!" Xio checked their surroundings before answering.