Cecilia and Marya spent the rest of the day making preparations for the trip and ritual, which included asking for Gertrude's permission.
The next morning, at dawn, the two departed to the forest. The early morning mist was still in the air, slowly fading as the sun stretched higher into the sky.
"Remember, we're looking for communion and communication, not confrontation. And never, ever, leave my side. Understood?"
"Yes, Miss Cecilia!"
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After they entered the forest, they walked through the trails in silence, like two pilgrims. The air hummed with the insects' buzzing and the birds' chirping.
Cecilia assumed that wherever the 'spirit' might be, if it really existed in this world, it would be where the mana was denser. So that was the direction they walked, changing slightly from time to time to avoid monsters, which appeared in Cecilia's map as red dots.
