In late May, 1364 Dalereckoning, daylight shone brightly over the jade-green lake. A gentle breeze swept through every building in Joyfort, carrying its cheerful atmosphere into the distant sky.
Baizi got up especially early that day. The girl washed hastily, tossed her sea-salt-covered toothbrush into the pond, wiped the corners of her mouth with spring water, and excitedly called for her parents to get up.
"Dad, Mom, get up, get up, get up~" The girl rolled back and forth on the rough bed, urging her parents awake.
"All right, stop making a fuss, Baizi." Her father opened his bleary eyes helplessly. "It isn't even light yet. Let us rest a little longer, okay?"
"Oh, come on!" Baizi complained. "Today's the day we leave!"
Then the girl could not help laughing again. She happily straightened her scarf and slipped out of the room alone, leaving her parents behind.
Their luggage was already piled up at home, just as Baizi had said.
Today was the day they set out and left Joyfort!
Mr. Guardian had succeeded! Their god had awakened and been reincarnated, too!
Through Mr. Guardian and their god's discussions and efforts, the residents afflicted with lycanthropy, whose families had lived in Joyfort for generations, could finally leave and return to the Realms!
When they heard the news, the young boys and girls, especially those led by Baizi, cheered and jumped for joy. They desperately wanted to see the dazzling outside world, the truly advanced and prosperous human societies, cities, and wonders, rather than having those things exist only in stories passed down by generations of sailors.
Compared with Baizi, Joyfort's adults were much more reluctant to return. The older they were, the more stubborn they became.
Their god, who could now be called Mr. Ana, was just as stubborn. He