Eventually, the group stopped by a mountain stream, where they set up camp on the pebble beach. This time, without Shard using arcane techniques, the Miss Maids had already arranged the temporary campsite. The horses were tethered nearby, while the werewolf was put under a coma effect again. Above the stream, there were no trees, and the weather outside the city was fine. The clear moonlight illuminated Shard, who was supporting the witch to sit on the cushion by the fire:
"Take a rest first, don't worry."
Miss Belindel softly said "hmm" and leaned against Shard's shoulder without speaking. Miss Matilda felt as if her mistress had deliberately chosen this posture, but since she couldn't see the expression covered by the blonde hair, she couldn't figure out exactly why it seemed odd.
"Mr. Watson, do you really have a way?"
She asked anxiously, and Shard nodded:
