"This is a trial."
"A trial to escape despair and step toward the future."
Mantis believed this without the slightest doubt. That was just how difficult this matter was.
The Hunter Clan had already done everything it could to deal with the spread of Flame-Gluttony Syndrome. If things continued like this, it would collapse completely sooner or later.
But that Weaver not only possessed Spirit Thread that could rapidly heal the body, but also played mysterious music that could ease the symptoms of those suffering from Flame-Gluttony Syndrome.
For Mantis, who had spent who knew how long searching for a solution, this was simply the best possible answer laid out before her.
Of course, there was one final little problem.
She had to find the Weaver first.
This should have been easy. As a Hunter, tracking prey through the traces it left behind was practically a required skill.
Yet however confident Mantis had once been, however unwilling she was, she now had to admit that she had indeed encountered a challenge.
Three full days had passed since that vague agreement had been made.
Mantis had searched all of Iseldor Town right then, hoping to find some trace, but had come up empty-handed.
This was practically impossible. Any living creature that moved was bound to leave traces. Even if it flew, surely it would shed some wing scales or something.
Yet the fact remained that Mantis had found nothing. Could that creature teleport? How else could someone vanish into thin air?
Had she not personally seen that creature appear before her, Mantis really would have thought she had merely been hearing things.
"No, that's not right. I have to take this more seriously."
Mantis muttered irritably, crumpling up the drawing she had made and throwing it away.
Behind her, those crumpled