Aboard the Black Death, in the captain's cabin-
A faint, peculiar scent permeated the lavish room.
Tracy lay on her side on her soft, spacious bed, clutching the ill-fitting men's coat tightly to her chest.
Ever since her mother had left, she had locked herself in this room, with only one thought in her mind-find Brando.
She buried her face deep in the coat, greedily inhaling his increasingly faint scent. It soothed her, yet also made her more restless.
Her mother already knew about Brando. Although that woman had agreed to her request on the surface, Tracy knew better than anyone what a Demoness's promise was worth. Hah!
She had to find him before anyone else and "protect" him completely, forever.
Tracy sat up and spread the coat flat on the bed. Then she took an exquisite dressing mirror out of a drawer.
She was going to use mirror divination, the art Demonesses excelled at. She closed her eyes and touched the mirror's surface with her slender fingers.
"Monkey Brando's current location."
"Monkey Brando's current location."
"Monkey Brando's current location."
However, only a few chaotic flickers of light and shadow flashed across the mirror. Then, with a faint hum and tremor, every sign of a response vanished.
"How could this happen?"
Unwilling to accept it, Tracy focused again and made another attempt.
The result was still failure-
"Why-why is this happening!" She irritably tossed the mirror aside.
"Does Brando have an ability that counters divination?"
"Or could it be..."
She picked up the coat, held it to her nose, and inhaled deeply. Apart from the faint traces of Lorne's scent, most of what remained was her own smell, a mixture of sweat and her natural fragrance.
Could it be because she had kept this coat with her for too long,