"Sir, on the mountain... what will happen?"
Although Benhart and Shard did not mention the specific word in the earlier conversation, the perceptive young woman still noticed something. Seeing that Shard was really about to leave, Miss Swift asked somewhat timidly.
"Do not worry."
The outlander patted the shoulder of the young witch with flaxen hair:
"Take good care of this place. When I ran here just now, the situation outside was getting worse. I think the final showdown is about to break out. Now you are the highest person in charge here."
He smiled and was about to leave, but Miss Swift pulled his sleeve:
"Just like that vampire kind said, must you go up the mountain? The road up the mountain is difficult, souls from various eras have appeared, the Interstice is releasing them into our world, whether those souls are willing or not."
"I must go."
Shard carried his hands behind his back and patted the fishing rod he had carried all the way:
"I must go."
