They stood in front of the Art Club. Shirayuki gulped when she thought that they would meet the person in the same situation as her. Ryouta looked at the glass in the door and saw one girl.

“Is she there?” Shirayuki asked and also looked at the other one.

“Yes. She's alone now. That girl is the one I saw,” he answered.

“As I remember, you said that her name is Momoka Sakurada,” Shirayuki said.

“Yes. She is also a second year like you.”

“Momoka Sakurada. Momoka... Sakurada? Sakurada?”

“What are you doing? Is that kind of a chant?” Ryouta inquired.

“No. I think I heard her name before.” She tried to think hard about it. “Sakurada... Sakura? Saku—Ahhh! The district art contest!” she blurted out before covering her mouth as her voice got louder. “She won the first prize in the district art contest when she was five years old. She also competed in different art contests and always has an award to take home. When she was ten years old, she won in a national piano contest. She also got an offer and recommendation in international art schools. She was known as a child prodigy. She excels in both fine arts and music,” she praised.

“Woah! I will probably see that but sounds like she is really that great. How about you when you are at that age?” Ryouta asked making Shirayuki feel shy.

“You know... when I was at that age, I was living my childhood to the fullest.” She tried to sound cool even with a simple answer.

“Sounds sad.”

“Don't bother with the details!” she shouted.

“Is someone out there?” the girl asked making them surprised.

“Ahhh... it is Ryouta's fault.”

The two couldn't think of any excuse so they decided to enter the room. The girl who asked them stood up and faced them.

Shirayuki felt amazed when she saw her looks. She got astounded by her light brown wavy hair that fluttered in the air as she faced them and the emerald eyes that looked so gentle at them.

“What are you doing outside the club? Looking at your outfit, you seemed not from this school,” she deduced and looked at Shirayuki.

“We're sorry for disturbing you but we are from a newspaper in another school and trying to conduct an interview with some students here.”

“Wait! You're lying.” She felt wary of them while focused on Shirayuki. “You are not here to conduct an interview.” She grabbed the paintbrush she was using.

“No, we're really from the newspaper—” Shirayuki tried to convince her but she failed.

“Don't lie to me. Looking at your outfits, it's already suspicious. Then you don't have paper, camera or pens if you're doing an interview. Most of all, I felt something from the two of you,” she explained.

“Looks like she will not cooperate easily,” Ryouta commented. “She already felt your presence, Shirayuki-chan so she is really the one we're looking for.”

“What do you mean by feeling the presence?” Shirayuki asked.

“So, you don't want to talk. Then, I will act based on my judgement.” Momoka raised her paintbrush. “Creation magic: Lost in the Mist.”

All the unused canvases floated in the air which surprised them so they jumped back instinctively. Then, it exploded in the air, turning it a thick mist that blocked their sight. About a few minutes passed when it got clear but Momoka was nowhere to be found.

“What's that, Ryouta?” Shirayuki asked though she was feeling excited.

“Stop looking like a kid being amazed by some kind of magic.” Ryouta cleared some of the remaining mist. “That's creation magic. Momoka-sama was the bearer of Queen Ella's will,” he mentioned.

“Cinderella, huh? Like the Godmother's power. Wait! That's not the time for that. Where's Sakurada-san?” she asked.

“You're the one who felt curious about it,” he whispered. “Anyway, don't worry about her. I'm tracking her down. I already said it to you. When I see her in person, I can know her past, present and future. Let's take our time to think of a plan so she won't feel wary of us,” he explained.

“Okay. Let's do that.”