"October 16, 2009—Work Log."
After filling in the date, Andrew set down his pen and looked out the window. At that moment, he was sitting in the office of Trident Sword's Beta Town branch. His desk stood right by the window, affording him a broad view of a small square, three intersecting streets, and a patch of sky.
It was October, the height of autumn, when First University held its Hunt Moon.
In the short, stout wizard's memory, the weather was always excellent during the days when the school held Hunt Moon. The staff of Meteorological Supervision could always save up enough fine-weather balls for this period. Just like now, when he looked out the window, he could see a clear, brilliant blue sky, like a flawless sapphire. The ever-floating clouds were fluffy and soft, while the crisp autumn breeze gently courted every living thing on Puji Island. From time to time, yellow or red fallen leaves swept across the streets.
A priest draped in ceremonial robes passed solemnly by the window, perhaps on the way to someone's funeral. At the street corner, a sallow-faced drunk squatted on the ground, hugging a half-empty bottle of Siren Rum and muttering incomprehensibly. A Two-tailed Squirrel flashed past beneath the eaves, with several Grass Sprites cursing as they chased after it.
Andrew guessed that squirrel had stolen the chestnuts the Grass Sprites had been saving.
He watched the little creatures' retreating figures enviously, let out a heavy sigh, then picked up his Quill Pen again. After dipping it in the ink bottle, he smoothed out the parchment on his desk.
"...The deaths within an Ogre Tribe at an unidentified location in Silent Forest (Coordinates 32.14, 64.38) on the night of October 13 could not be traced to further details... Evidence left at the