The night was shrouded in mist.
In the wilderness, near the cliff face, a newly built stone house had appeared.
When it came to eating and living, Ivan never skimped on himself; if the conditions allowed, there was no need to endure the hardships of the elements, even if it was just for a few days.
"Mother."
"Make sure you keep watch well tonight, and let nothing unnoticed disturb Sorcerer Ivan."
"Rest assured, if anything dares to be so blind, we'll gouge out its eyes and grind its bones to dust."
After nightfall, the Silkworm Queen called out the Wind Moths and the Scented Butterflies, arranging for the two insects to take up the watch, and they obeyed her every command.
The two onlookers exchanged glances, obviously wanting to say something to the Silkworm Queen.
"If you have something to say, speak."
"Mother, the mulberry trees inside couldn't grow." Seeing that the Wind Moth suddenly fell silent again, the Scented Butterfly had no choice but to speak.
