They walked silently through the waking-up city. No words were exchanged between the witch and the one-armed man. The rain stopped, replaced by sunshine and singing birds. However, it only made departure more difficult.
"Good morning, Seika." A passing farmer bowed to him. Arthur nodded in response.
"Good morning, Master." A young apprentice greeted Gala, carrying her countless notes and herbs. Gala said hi with a wave of her hand.
"How is the workshop?" Arthur asked as they left the camp and walked through the green plains. There was a lake to their side, where the sun glittered in the water.
"I taught them what they need to do, and I'll be giving you my recipe book once we get there," Gala said with a grin. "Don't worry, Seika. I'm not going to leave you clueless about what to do~."
