Three days after selling the magic items, Lightchaser sold off Fat Goose.
True to her word, she handed the Candlebeast over to a seemingly ordinary couple who ran a tailor shop.
But she'd already marked Fat Goose—no matter where he went, at the end of every month, Lightchaser would come to collect 300 portions of magic food from him.
After pocketing the gold, she set off again with the little Oak Owl by her side.
The outline of the town slowly faded behind them.
Suddenly, Lightchaser spoke. "You must have grown up in comfort."
Rita, struggling to keep up while flying at full speed, blinked in confusion, not understanding where that came from.
"Because you trust far too easily. You've filled your head with rosy expectations and self-serving fantasies about me."
"You admire my strength. You want me to teach you. But you also want to rely on me. Tell me I'm wrong."
"A person like that isn't qualified to be my student."
