"Breeze City."
The broken mirror gave an unexpected answer. Annan realized this might be another "Secret Treasure" misunderstanding: follow the Clue to Breeze City, and he would probably find a resident named Liliana Lore.
He would have to add prefixes like "the most beautiful," "the most handsome," and "cursed by the Goddess of Beauty." But a Magic Mirror that Gema had thrown away and the Orcs had repaired was a Divine Artifact? Annan would sooner believe Joan was a princess of the Tartun Empire.
Even when Annan took the Magic Mirror to the Blue Dragon's Lair, Illymoyas merely raised her eyes and watched lazily as he described its properties.
"...You can ask the Divine Artifact one question a day. Could I trade it for your Apocalypse Forecast?"
"One hundred thousand Gold Narls."
Illymoyas swished her tail, sweeping aside a patch of Gold Coins and exposing the bare rock beneath. The dutiful Ghost floated over, picked up the coins, and covered the Gilded Mountain again.
"...How much would it cost if I just bought the Apocalypse Forecast?"
"One hundred thousand Gold Narls."
Right. The Blue Dragon valued his trade-in at zero.
Annan tossed the Magic Mirror somewhere in the Lord's Manor. He would deal with it whenever he remembered.
The Girl was still asleep in the Study, so Annan temporarily summoned the caravan Chief and his apprentice to the Living Room and asked where the unknown girl had come from.
The caravan Chief said a man called "Rick Who Never Gives Up" had brought the Girl to them. She had insisted on coming to Star-Moon Bay, and nothing unusual had happened on the road... apart from her watching The Mage Tower's Fall and Betar's Redemption dozens of times, along with several days' worth of Law Breaks the Sky.
Annan took another