There were no clues about Lisa's whereabouts.
And usually, when things reached that point, hardship followed right behind.
But.
"I have this."
The Sage's Bookmark.
My very own all-purpose answer sheet—temperamental, limited, cryptic, but still the most reliable tool I had.
I hurried back to my quarters, sat down, and activated the bookmark without hesitation.
Soft light shimmered over its surface, and glowing letters slowly started to form.
"Where is the woman named Lisa, the one with pink hair, right now?"
The moment the question left my mouth, the bookmark began responding.
-Capital. Outskirts. Ambrosia. Old cathedral. Fallen wings.
A string of words appeared like some puzzle out of ancient scripture.
"Ambrosia…?"
I frowned, rolling the unfamiliar name around in my head.
Was there a place called Ambrosia in the Empire?
