“Anyways, there was this new restaurant in Trayl.” The girl continued, “The owner came from the country but unusually knows how to piano. Also, when they opened yesterday His Majesty, Prince Thomas, personally came unannounced.”
“They must be close friends.” Their voices are now slowly disappearing.
“That's not the case. I was there when it happened and I really didn't care about it. The food! The food they serve is absurdly deli—”
“—were killed.” Two women are chatting as they walked past her. The other woman replied in fear, “Oh my, hope it stops, though. That's the third time, right?”
She bites her lips till it bleeds. Victory is not witnessed before a war starts, it is after. Everything is already in motion. All that's left is the key to achieve victory. So, there's no room for happiness not until it happens.
The Mage Guards are probably not simply dining but are also investigating the area for any irregularities and suspicious entities. The woman is not an exception to this.
If it is not here, then she should go to another place. It should help knowing there's nothing here.
She decided to observe the Mage Guards and avoid getting in contact with their sensors.
Suddenly, someone bumps her shoulder from the back. “Excuse me!”
The woman sees the girl previously running in haste. “I'm really really sorry, auntie.” The boy with the girl humbly apologized for the girl's mistake. “Charlie! Come on!” The girl shouts from afar. After he motioned another apology, the boy runs to follow the girl. They pass across the street and enter a restaurant.
“Excuse me, ma'am.”
She wants to frown from the sarcastic treatment but avoids doing it, though. “Is there something I can help you with, Sir?” she asks while putting her hood down showing her bright green eyes and pale yet beautiful face.
“We just like to get to know more of you, if you'd like.”
She bits her tongue. Like there's some sort of choice I have.
She had risked her life to achieve her appearance right now hundred years ago but it seemed men of this age are not familiar with any sexual attraction towards her face.
“Then, I would love to decline your offer, Sir.” She begins to step away, “I'm in a hurry so I'll be on my way.”
A hand bigger and stronger than hers grabbed her shoulder. As she glances the other Mage Guard who had been silent all along looked fiercer than before. “We can't have you go, ma'am. We need you to come with us.”
Now, there is no way for her to get away with no fuss. Disturbing this place would make her unable to enter the Empire anymore. And, getting into trouble with the guards would end up similarly.
She quickly teleports away from Trayl leaving her clothes and disguise magic to make an air clone of herself which only lasts for a couple of seconds. Her platinum bob hair and pointy ears become apparent beneath the sun as she walks naked on the household roofs.
As she reaches on the roof of the inn she currently stays in, she climbs down to reach her room's window. Pushing the window with her foot, she arrives inside her room. She chooses a dark dress and a cloak in her wardrobe and changes into them.
Nonetheless, she prepares her satchel putting in a bag of salt, two teaspoons of incense, four red candles, and a glass and a water bag. In her wardrobe, she tears a piece from one of her dresses and puts it in her satchel.
Placing the satchel around her, she gets the broom and the sharp hat hidden in her wardrobe. She rides on the broom facing her window. As she sets off into the sky, she closes her windows and flies with the clouds.
She meets a flock of birds on their way to the next continent. If only the world is as peaceful as flying in the skies, she thought. Such wishful thinking often crosses her mind but this never failed her determination.
A village is across her west while she is entering the Forest of Dinarr. She slowly flies down into the deepest part of the forest and lands on the forest floor filled with grasses. The traces of the Circle she made this dawn and in the previous days are still visible.
The oranges of the sky reached the forest floor which alarmed her. She immediately sets her broom beside a tree. She places the four red candles on the north, east, south, and west forming a circle. The salt is placed on the north, incense on the east, the small patch on the south, and the glass of water on the west together with the candles. As soon as she finished preparing, she steps into the middle of the candles and starts singing a chant and raising her arms to the sky.
Fire suddenly draws the Circle around the candles lighting them, burning the patch, and initiating the incense. The incense wafts around the Circle while the salt moves into the glass of water until it dissolves. She, then, transfers a fourth of her mana to the salted water, incense in the air, and to the burning patch.
Strong gushes of wind go back and forth around her while the sky turns to violet and red. She sings faster that no one could ever understand her words. A sudden gale crashes on the Circle and the wind slaps her hat into the forest.