The Witches' Gathering was in a dense forest, a fact confirmed only after passing through the hazy fog. Istara was directing the sisters in setting up the tent poles, two tall logs that had to be twenty meters apart. If the distance was off by more than a meter, several sisters' rooms in the Witches' tent would either fail to spread out or get torn apart. Lily watched the little girls sitting on thick wooden stakes, watching their older sisters arrange things; they weren't getting the special treatment Mory was, and could only sit with their hands propping up their cheeks. Such round wooden stakes were everywhere, making it obvious that this place had once been a dense forest until it was recently cleared.
"Miss Lily, our preparations are complete, and our contact with the neighboring witch tribes went very smoothly." Istara, carrying a wax-covered ledger, approached Lily with the witches ready to set off on their assignments following behind her.
