This year's Wintertide Festival in South Los was destined to be anything but ordinary.
Throughout the seven-day holiday following the Wintertide Feast, the buzz surrounding the Medium's battle with the Wintertide Monster had not faded in the slightest. Instead, it had only grown!
Some perceptive people had already noticed that someone seemed to be fanning the flames.
But that did not matter.
Because everyone loved hearing stories about the Medium of South Los.
With the appearance of the Wintertide Monster, accounts of the Medium's earlier exploits in South Los were also written up, one after another.
To make the whole story lively and entertaining, Arthur had even sent Fuginn to visit Garcia.
Of course, he absolutely had not asked Garcia to write it.
Instead, he had asked Garcia to recommend a colleague with an excellent command of prose.
This had left the new member of the Cloak Society rather indignant.
While finding Arthur a writer, he had also thrown himself into writing several pieces of his own and submitted them to Arthur.
Then...
Arthur had tossed them into the boiler.
What the hell was "Breaking with the Female Ghost"?
What the hell was "A Stroll with the Ghoul"?
What the hell was "The Human Chair and the Female Yaksha"?
What the hell was "Credos Travels with the Troll Chief Swordsman"?
What the hell was "Credos Travels by Ship with the Blood Scion"?
What the hell was "Even Though I Can Use Magic, I Still Envy Muggles Every Day"?
Arthur swore that if it weren't for the missing Werewolf and Snowman, he would have thought he was about to set off for Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.
And Arthur swore again that if even a single thing written in those pages were true, he would eat the teapot