"Let's find the person who first spread word of the Witch and ask about it."
According to the clues he had collected earlier, the first person to spread the "legend of the Witch" was a boy named Winter. He said he had encountered an elderly-looking Witch when his lover had fallen gravely ill and the doctors had been helpless.
The Witch had easily cured his lover's illness and exacted a certain price.
Those who had spread the "legend of the Witch" over the past few days were also mainly impoverished people in desperate circumstances who had overcome their difficulties with the Witch's help-but the Witch they described was a young woman.
Klein left the pier and circled around to the edge of town near the outskirts, where he spotted a brewery that had seen better days. Even from a distance, he could see a man and a woman working, both wearing radiant smiles.
"Excuse me."
Klein still wore his earlier "Sparrow" appearance. "Are you Mr. Winter?"
Winter stopped what he was doing and asked curiously, "That's me. What is it, sir? Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I heard that word of the Witch on Symeem Island first spread from you?"
Winter immediately grew wary, and Renee quietly picked up a broom nearby. "I... I don't know whether I was the first to spread it, but I did tell others about the Witch. She asked me to do that, too."
"If you're looking for the Witch, you can try asking her for help. If she thinks it's necessary... she'll appear."
"Oh?"
Klein picked up on that detail. "What do you mean by necessary? Does that mean being in trouble?"
"Perhaps. That's what she told me."
"Have you seen her recently?"
"Yes."
"When?"
Winter told him everything he knew-after