Outside Nightfall Town.
The once dark and silent forest was now buzzing with voices. The glow of various Witchcraft spells lit up the scene as if it were daytime.
The leaders of a dozen or so Wizard Organizations, including the Golden Cottage, the White Bear Order, and the Spiritual Light Witchcraft Party, gathered beside a patch of shattered ice.
"Brandon, does your White Bear Order have any masters of Ice Witchcraft?"
"Jiale, I suspect it was someone from your Golden Cottage who secretly snatched the Silent Flower."
"Alright, everyone. What's the point of this meaningless squabbling? What we need to figure out now is who got away with it in the end."
"Your Spiritual Light Party has the most riff-raff. It might have been one of you for all we know."
...
'A bunch of idiots. What's the use of bickering here? They might as well go home and rest for a few days...'
The scene resembled a noisy marketplace, and everyone was seething with frustration.
