Detective Wolastuo crawled out of the desert, then, at the request of an old friend, crawled all the way to Leibekun, the music capital of the Central Continent's icefields.
A simple case stirred memories of the past, and the detective came to understand this world more and more deeply.
Just as he was about to touch the truth, Professor Bartholomew, who should have been in the Northern Continent, slowly descended the stairs and looked at him calmly.
Should he remember the past? Could he bear the weight of it?
For the detective, the answer seemed easy enough.
A sequel to Desert Encounters. Roughly speaking, I met a disciple of an old friend from the Western Continent in the Central Continent, which brought back memories of laying plans in the Southern Continent. Then the professor, who should have been in the Northern Continent, warned me about it. And isn't that... (Eastern Continent: How rude.)
You don't need to read Desert Encounters first. It won't affect your enjoyment. There might be some connections later, when the professor appears, but it won't affect your reading. I wrote this earlier and am currently transcribing the handwritten version.
Theme: How do we define “life” and “death”?
