Deciding that there was no point mulling over it, Rean focused his mind on the next task. 'Well then, since they found an excuse for us on their own, that's not our problem. Just two more days until the deadline we gave Jakar is over. Do you think he'll bring the Iridescent Tears?'
Roan obviously had no way of knowing that. 'How would I know? He seemed confident, at least. I just hope your idea of moving the Golden Feather works instead.'
On the next day, one day before the deadline, Jakar was allowed to come to the trading center at the entrance of the mountain range. Naturally, just like Rean, he still had his guardian and the other experts watch him with their Divine Senses. 'You reached the Void Tempering Realm?'
