Chapter 74.3 A Midsummer's Dream (POV Yusheng Lan)

POV Yusheng Lan

— Mistress! — a short, shaven-headed man ran into the spacious training room.

The doors swung open and a loud voice stopped the training of a woman and two girls. The woman looked fresh and cheerful, her eyes glowing with enthusiasm. The girls looked wrinkled, their skin glistening with sweat, they were breathing hard, but they looked determined, and there was a lively, stubborn fire in their eyes. The woman looked unhappily at the servant. No words were needed.

— Master Wen and Master Shun, as you know, Madam, have been listening to the spirit world for ten days now, looking for signs....

— I am aware of that. — The woman's firm voice sounded displeased, but there was no threat in it yet. — Get to the point.

— Of course, mistress. — The servant bowed deeply. — The masters have picked up echoes of battle, mistress. Someone was fighting in the spirit world....

— What's the big deal? — One of the girls spoke, wielding a graceful but dangerous sword covered in thin lines of red and red. — Battles are happening all over the world every minute. — The girl shrugged.

— The Masters claim that the Incarnate Spirit and his Master, the Lady, have been fighting... .....

— Will they be able to track him? — The woman stepped forward, not hiding her impatience.

— The Masters said, before they retired, that you, Madam, will find the one you are looking for in no more than a month. That is all I have been instructed to convey. — The servant bowed low again, unbending as he waited for an answer.

— You may go. — The woman waved her hand imperiously, releasing the servant, and turned to her students, assessing their reactions: determined, confident faces, stubborn fire in their eyes, predatory grins, to which she responded with the same grin. — Get ready students, this time we will go after him together!

The girls' eyes opened wide in surprise: if their master said so, it meant that they had reached a new level of strength. They had proven that they were no longer weak children! They could not fail their mentor, and they would not fail them and their clan!

And somewhere in France, Sora shrugged shakily, feeling the icy breeze on his skin.