Ripples of elemental energy spread outside, and Vesir's voice rang clearly in Ash's ear: "We're back."
Ash immediately got out of bed. When he turned to help tuck Sonia in, he saw that Sonia's fingers were still clutching his sleeve, though in the end they slid weakly away. Ash's heart melted. He tucked her hand back under the blanket, bent down, and kissed the corner of her eye.
Vesir and Daedalus, who had been out all night, looked travel-worn. They took out eight boxes, all of them containing Sun Seeking Spell Spirits. "Thank goodness the urban legend about the devil spread," Vesir said. "Several owners were already on their way to Azula. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to buy this many Sun Seeking Spell Spirits so quickly. How are they?"
"Same as last night." Ash led them to the Third Bedroom. The moment he pushed the door open, he saw Vishy sitting on the bed. Her loose hair spilled over her shoulders, and one strap of her nightdress had slipped down, making her look no different from an ordinary elf girl. But her waist was held unusually straight, her expression calm and quietly imposing, like a vicious beast sleeping in a dream.
Without enough reason to control herself, the vast bestial nature hidden beneath her human skin could break free at any moment.
The Phantom Prophet raised her head to look at them. Her breathing was long and steady, her face flushed red, and she asked as though nothing were wrong, "You gathered the Sun Seeking Spell Spirits? Are you sure you can—?"
"Give them to me." Vishy held out her hand.
When the eight Sun Seeking Spell Spirits were taken into Vichy's Divine Temple, they were immediately placed into the Hanging Garden's Eternal Miracle: the Desecration Chapter. Unlike