Guests invited to a banquet vanish without a trace. Where does the malice in the misty forest come from? Drowning incidents keep happening. On the other side of the sea, is it conspiracy or hope? At First Frost Lake, a row of kettles has been set out. Is it a signal from travelers calling for help, or the beginning of a mysterious ritual? Secrets and truths recede into the darkness. At the boundary between life and death, can anyone glimpse the first light of hope?
“Miss Guyu, what are you doing with that rope and sack?”
“Cut the chatter, Kannott. Hand over the fishing cloak and the Knight's Code!”
The next day.
“Guyu, did you not get enough rest?”
“It's fine.” The Liberi girl with dark circles under her eyes smiled cruelly. “Today, I'll show these people what it means to be peerless at stealth!”
“Huh? Wait, aren't you a Caster?”
“Why should your profession be such an inconvenience?”
On her first day at her new company, her fresh start took a strange turn. In a dream called Integrated Strategies, Guyu was forced to begin a thousand and one spectacular nights. Just you watch: I'll turn these three hundred failures into a perfect, guaranteed win!
“Kannott, can you lower the price on this live rose? I need it urgently, it's a gift for someone.”
“Miss Guyu, you're talking nonsense again.”
