A few miles away from Greenfield, a carriage stood in front of a resthouse. In one of the rooms of that two-storeyed building, Vistula and Elijah sat across each other with a journal between them.
They hadn't yet opened it. They both needed some time to prepare themselves for whatever was written in that journal.
"I have eaten well, so I am ready. Are you?" Elijah's animal-like eyes assessed Vistula's face carefully.
She hadn't eaten a single morsel of food while Elijah gobbled down the whole plate within minutes. She didn't feel hungry or thirsty. All she felt was a strange mixture of excitement and apprehension while thinking about that journal.
She gave a nod before finally opening that journal. The owner had written every single thing about him and his experiences in that journal.
"Ragnar!"
"Huh?"
"His name was Ragnar. And he was an alchemist."
Elijah's thin eyes widened in surprise. "An alchemist?! What? I mean... oh no!"
