LED BY THE SOUL OF THE DEAD

Hope grunted, but to think about it again… the demon wouldn't let her die under the hands of her underlings, right? For instance, the demon wolves perhaps, or the troll? 

Hope was unsure.

However, there was no harm in trying, or maybe there was?

"Whatever," Hope hissed as she took off her cloak and folded it beside her.Now, all that she could do was to wait, whether this would work or not. 

When Hope folded the cloak, her fingers brushed against something hard inside the pocket, only then she remembered about the candle. 

Hope took it out and stared at the blue flames. "Really…" she sighed in frustration. "I don't know what I should do with you." Since there was no one to talk to, Hope had a monologue to herself. "Why didn't the Candlemaiden make it easier? She could just give me something more useful, or something that can tell me directly where the priestess is, not a candle which I don't even know what it does."