In the city of Daron, a figure huddled in an overcoat in a blanket of snow, slowly walked towards the gates of St. Inge Academy.
"Student, the school is not open yet, please come back some time later."
Hearing the security guard say this, Evelea was then confused and left.
She didn't know why she was so insistent on coming here.
Remembering nothing, as soon as I opened my eyes from this strange city, all that was left in my mind was the idea of reporting to school, as if that place was important to me.
"My name is Evelea, where am I? Why am I going to that place?"
Of the three great doubts of life, one occupies two.
She felt her pockets again, only to realize she didn't have a dime.
"What should I do then?"
Where's the best place to drop in now that there's no way to get into the school yet?
After wandering around the streets for a while, she mindlessly flipped coins.
It took a while to respond.
"Huh, this thing, when did it appear in my hand?"
She stared blankly at the strange coin with one obverse and one reverse, one gold and one silver, with mysterious patterns vaguely combining to form the words one life and one fortune.
"It's gold yeah, it seems like it's worth a lot of money~"
She contemplated whether she should sell the coin for some money for lodging.
But just then, the coin suddenly slipped from his hand, fell to the ground and bounced a few times, wobbling and rolling forward.
"My money! Don't run!"
Evelea rushed after the coins with her arms outstretched.
...
A bar with no sign, a woman in a black coat standing in front of a fence quietly plowing snow.
Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps coming from behind her, she looked back, her eyes narrowing as she watched the coin roll to her feet.
"Hello, here's my money, can I have it back please?"
Evelea, catching up, braced her knees and took a breather.
Loveland looks at the coin of destiny in his hand and grimaces.
"Who introduced you!!!"
"Clam?" Evelea cocked her head.
"Stop pretending, how did you find your way here, Destiny Pathfinder!"
"Destiny?" Evelea was stunned.
"Pathfinder..."
"Transcendence?"
Silently reciting these familiar and unfamiliar words, some forgotten things gradually came to mind.
"Yes... I am a Transcendent, and my sequence is Diviner!"
Seeing her blurt out her sequence so loudly, Loveland hastily looked around.
"Are you crazy? This is church territory, don't be so loud, come in first!!!"
...
In the bar, a few people sat at the bar talking in low voices.
The waiter clutched the tray, "Another escapee..."
The bartender silently pushed in three cocktails, "What organization did this Diviner, again, escape from?"
Loveland lifted his glass and froze, staring at the riot of colors inside.
"She said it was a coven."
"Let's not talk about that yet." The chef, who wasn't in the mood for a drink, held his forehead.
"Who cares where this man escaped from, whether or not he has material with him is what matters!"
"Can you cook this thing?" Loveland rolls out the fateful coin.
"Are you kidding me! This is gold and silver!"
"I've searched her, her pockets are cleaner than her face, and all she's got is this eating thing."
Waiter: ...
Bartender: ...
The chef instantly looked incredibly uncomfortable, "We're going to have to feed another person?"
The four looked back at the soothsayer sitting in the corner of the tavern nibbling on a leg of lamb.
Evelea: "(￣~￣) chew chew chew~"
Loveland sighed, "I don't know where we gave away our traces and her divination caught them and found them all the way here."
"You mean, she's good at divination?"
The concern on the chef's face dissipated then, and he held up his glass.
"That's good, as long as it works."
The meeting ended and Loveland came to the soothsayer who was gnawing on a bone.
Handing her back the Destiny coin, he then said slowly, "We can take you in and give you room and board and stabilizers, but accordingly, you'll have to work for us."
Evelea lifted her grease-filled face, "Yeah, I'm very good at washing dishes!"
"Okay then, your usual job is to help with the dishes in the back kitchen."
Loveland gave her a deep look.
...
...
The town of Crowe, where Witcher and Warlock, who have found a suspected transcendent clue, are ready to leave for a remote mountain village.
In the middle of the road, Eleazar stares blankly at a couple across the street.
Seems to be looking at the favorite things, the boy refused to buy, the girl squatted on the ground and refused to go, attracting the attention of the pedestrians next to the constant attention, the boy blushed, finally was unable to resist, and finally can only pull up the sly bad smile of the girl into the store.
There was a sudden grip on his palm and Eleazar looked back.
"What's wrong?"
Fina twisted her head away silently.
"Arrived."
"Oh, let's go then..."
Pushing that inexplicable sadness down, he tried to fight the spirit.
Walked into the train station and bought two tickets to a neighboring town.
"First we'll get to Buffy Town, then we'll hire transportation to that mountain village."
Sitting in the first class box, Eleazar looked at the map of southern Celine and then at the cropped out report.
[Fireworks exploded by mistake during a harvest celebration in Silver Pine Village, killing 29 tourists and 11 local villagers and mutilating the bodies of 41 people...]
From the newspaper, it's just a pretty serious explosion, can't see anything out of the ordinary, at least not from the surface of this this report, there's no trace of transcendence.
Mainly because Fina's divination results pointed to this place, he said he would give his support to whatever he could, and if he didn't get anything when he went there, he would just treat it as traveling and relaxing, and the environment over at Silver Pine Village was said to be quite nice.
Eleazar mused silently as the petite body beside him gently leaned up.
"Sleepy?"
"Hmmm~"
"Get some sleep then, I'll call you when we get there."
Eleazar stroked her head.
"Good~"
Fina responded softly, her body leaning down to rest on his legs.
Eleazar stroked the soft strands of hair and turned his head to look out the car window in silence.
It was obviously an incomparably happy and beautiful moment, but for some reason, the heart always felt inexplicably empty, as if there was a black hole in the body.
"Alas ..."
A silent sigh escaped him as he looked down and played with the strands of hair in his hands.
Well, give her a braid.
An hour later, the train arrives at the station, and a couple in a tiff walks off the train.
The girl huffed and puffed as she walked ahead, the youth coaxing her along without moving an inch.
"Nana, I was wrong..." Fina turned back to him, shaking a dead-end braid from her head, and raised her hand to smack him hatefully.
"It won't unravel!"
"It can be undone, trust me!"
Eleazar took the opportunity to hold her hand.
Fina pouted and jerked her hand, and after realizing she couldn't, she could only let him.
Walking out of the station and strolling down the unfamiliar street, the two snuggled gently.
"So that's what it's going to look like?"