The Philosopher struggled to walk forward, feeling her body become weaker and weaker.
She gasped for air and coughed up phlegm speckled with blood, nearly out of strength as she put down the bundle she was carrying in her hand.
She couldn't carry it any longer.
Her fingers had already turned white from grasping it. The thing was too heavy for her.
In the simple bundle lay the scattered body parts of the Hatter—ritual materials she had acquired not without difficulty.
In the ritual, the Hatter had transformed into a robust young man. The Philosopher had traded information she had obtained with him, clarified the fact that she could no longer find her teammate, and expressed her willingness to form a team with him.
With the "Hatter's" help, the Philosopher, who had just escaped from the cabin and was still weak, managed to enter the secret passage. She could barely stand at that moment, almost lifted and stuffed into the passage directly by the Hatter.
