April 8th, 177 HE.
Two days ago, shortly after the fake nun healed him, Dasha met up with Daughter. Hardly an hour had passed since the fresh killings of the Monster Hunters. Daughter claimed to have the headquarters be closely watched by the Whispers and her Hieracosphinx. She promised that the massacre would remain a secret until they decided otherwise.
'…three spoons, four spoons, five spoons, six spoons, seven spoons…' Dasha counted them all, unable to help himself. To think a floating spoon would be less astonishing than mere sugar. Drinking tea with Daughter was certainly an interesting experience. She struggled to sit in one spot and instead lied down and had the contents of the cup telekinetically fall into her mouth.
"The news will spread," Dasha announced, sipping with proper posture.
"By the way, what is this?" Daughter asked.
"Baimudan white tea."
