"The Moon Saint, Marianne Yvonne Blanche. Your Royal Highness Alistair Ivanov Alaric. Your Highness Sylvester Jair of Clomodor. Master Yurian Omkara of Bylonia. We beseech you to recapture this spirit and restore peace to the land." Oberon bowed to the floor, and the soldiers behind him followed suit.
"We beseech you to recapture this spirit and restore peace to the land!"
Their cries were deafening but carried a strong hope and faith in the powers of te Moon Saint and her compatriots.
"Don't worry, we will do our best," Marianne exclaimed, moved.
"Well, even though you say that, we don't even know where to go from here, Moon Saint-sama," Sylvester sneered and scratched his neck.
Marianne froze. "Well, I guess we can just walk out the Palace and head in one direction…?"
"Oberon," Alistair smiled gently towards Oberon who had raised his head, "Do you think we can start our search tomorrow? After all, it is beyond 1am at night, and we have not got a clue where to start. Nor do you. What is the probability that Persephone will strike again before tomorrow? I am guessing that she would take time to recover after expending this huge scale of magic. I can feel the excess magic in the air even now."
"But sir—"
"Give us some time to pack up to set off. You know it is ridiculous to just send us out the door now. Even heroes need to prepare their bags."
"But Alistair," Marianne tried to say, "the kingdom needs our help now---"
"But do you know where to go to find the evil spirit, Marianne?" Yurian patiently asked.
"Well, no but—"
"What are you going to do once you walk out the Palace gates?" Alistair smiled. "Sit outside until the sun rises? Are you going to spend your magic reserve to light up the kingdom to search for a spirit, which can be invisible at will? How are you going to ask for manpower to hunt it down, are you doing it alone? The spirit probably teleported somewhere far out – do you have knowledge about its nature or history that can pinpoint its probable location? Did you bring your magic staff – wait –whose sword are you holding it looks familiar—"
"I'll break your sword if you say anymore!"
"Okay! Wait, stop, listen to me—"
Yurian cut in. "I guess we will be staying the night here."
Oberon: …
The Palace guards: …
"Don't worry, its not too late to set off tomorrow," Sylvester yawned again. "Let's go back to bed, no I meant research…yawn…good luck on the fire…"
Meanwhile, between the border of Auglarus and Clomodor.
A young girl sat on the grass confusedly, looking at her impoverished ragged dress and her dirty arms.
"Where in the world am I?!!"