[Event] [The Fallen Prophetess] [10] Western Wing Again
The Location-Card acted as a versatile teleportation device, intricately linked to our mana and blood. A simple ritual involving pouring mana and a drop of blood onto the card would whisk us away to the designated location of our respective Mana Beasts. This magical convenience bestowed upon us the agency to decide when to confront our formidable adversaries on the ensuing day—whether it be the rejuvenating dawn, the languid afternoon, or the tranquil evening. Nevertheless, with the impending finality of the exam on the morrow, discretion in timing became paramount; wrestling with a Mana Beast as dusk approached held little appeal.
Elizabeth, with a nod and a warm smile, signifying both courtesy and purpose, made her exit. My curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but ask, "Where are you off to?"
She turned, a hint of confusion dancing in her eyes. "Back to the castle, to prepare and secure a good night's rest."