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Chapter 957: A Challenge from Mystery Moon

“Thank you.” With only Margaret and Nightingale close by, Thunder let the false smile drop and spoke to Roland without pretense. “I’m very glad to see her like this. I know I made the right decision. I’ll leave her in your care.”

“She’s grown up,” Margaret said softly, with the quality of someone who has watched it happen and can’t quite believe it. “The way she mimicked an adult’s tone—you just wanted to hold the poor child.”

That’s what you’re actually thinking, isn’t it. Roland kept that to himself and said instead, “Lightning hasn’t given up on her calling. She’s formed her own Exploration Group right here—only three members, but that’s how it starts. Unless you lock her away, she’ll catch up eventually. You know that.”

“If it’s unavoidable, then it’s her destiny.” Thunder forced a smile. “But not yet. I want her to live a happy and safe life before that day comes.”

Unspoken between them: the Battle of Divine Will was not far off. Even if Lightning never returned to the sea, she wasn’t safe. Once Neverwinter fell—the first line—the entire human race would fall with it. Roland had never told Lightning about the scale of the crisis bearing down on them. He knew her too well. She would see in it the most magnificent adventure of her life, and no argument would keep her on the sideline. He didn’t want to burden her with the weight of what was coming before she had to carry it.

“Rest assured,” Roland said at last, and laid a hand on Thunder’s shoulder. “I’ll take good care of her.”


“What did he say?” Lorgar set Maggie—who had been perched in her arms—back onto Lightning’s head and asked. “Did you learn anything about your father?”

Lightning shook her head. “As I expected—nothing concrete. But don’t worry. I’d rather find him myself with my own team. That would be more interesting.”

“Coo, agreed!” Maggie flapped her wings.

“By the way—is Mystery Moon here yet?”

“Nope.”

“What the heck.” Lightning twitched her lips. “Is she bailing on us? She promised with such confidence.”

“What exactly was the challenge she issued?” Lorgar asked.

“I have no idea, coo!”

“Huh?”

“We, the Exploration Group, are ready to accept any challenge, whatever form it takes,” Lightning declared, with the unshakeable satisfaction of someone who has thought this through and found it entirely reasonable.

“Coo, coo!” Maggie seconded, stretching her neck upright.

Lorgar clapped a hand over her forehead. She was starting to understand what kind of group she’d joined.

“Sorry I’m late—” Mystery Moon’s voice came from behind. Lorgar turned and saw her trotting over with Lily close behind, followed by Summer and Sharon.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” Lightning said, arms folded.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Mystery Moon protested. “I was tied up with investigative work. It was necessary preparation for the contest to run smoothly.”

“Alright then.” Lightning shrugged. “So what is the contest?”

“I’ll explain that. But first—allow me to introduce my team.” Mystery Moon spread her arms and pushed the three girls forward. “I hereby announce the official founding of the Neverwinter Detective Group! These are my newly recruited members!”

The reactions scattered in every direction. Lorgar and Maggie both stood in blank confusion. Summer and Sharon exchanged uncertain glances. Lily alone spoke—loudly, and with annoyance:

“I am not a member!”

“His Majesty! It was His Majesty!” Mystery Moon said hastily. “Wendy told me His Majesty knows about our investigation of the academy arson. He gave me the concept—uncovering the unknown, searching for truth—and a special title. He called it… front-load…” She scratched the back of her head. “Front-load washing machine. But Wendy didn’t know the exact meaning either.”

“Really?” Lightning looked skeptical.

“Searching for the truth of crimes,” Sharon murmured, turning the phrase over thoughtfully. “If it helps with Neverwinter’s security, I’d be willing to be a part of it.”

“Would there be any problem with me joining?” Summer pointed to herself. “Miss Nightingale said I’m already a member of the Security Bureau.”

“That’s fine.” Mystery Moon gave a thumbs-up. “Lightning scouts for the First Army from time to time too. As long as His Majesty’s orders come first, there’s no conflict.”

“Please leave me out of it.” Lily rolled her eyes. “I have samples to record, and the mushroom cultivation has to be doubled again. I don’t have time for your games. Call me a traitor if you like. It won’t change anything.”

“Traitor!”

“You—”

“Wait, wait. Let me finish.” Mystery Moon pressed on. “I’m serious this time. You all know Roland received guests from the Fjords tonight, yes?”

“Evidently.” Lily’s tone was sharp. “What do you think this feast is for?”

“But here’s the thing—there’s a witch among the guests.” Mystery Moon lowered her voice. “I was at the port when they arrived, inspecting the illumination—”

“You were idling around. Nobody turns on lights during the day.”

“—and I noticed her.” Mystery Moon ignored the flaw Lily had exposed and continued, “The Fjord visitors are staying in Neverwinter for several months. The witch is staying too. So she’ll be the subject of our contest.”

“Tell me,” Lightning said, interest kindled.

“The first team to successfully persuade her to join their group—wins!” Mystery Moon announced. “The Detective Group is currently the largest organization under the Witch Union, with four members. The Exploration Group was founded first, so we’re tied. This competition will determine which of us is truly the stronger.”

Lorgar nearly bit her tongue suppressing a laugh. Competing to recruit a stranger? She’d been in many contests, but never one with this kind of setup. It was equal parts ridiculous and charming.

To her surprise, though, Lightning and Maggie both looked grave. Maggie in particular was alert, tail straight up.

Can I still withdraw? Lorgar wondered silently.

“I don’t think team size is the right measure of strength,” Lightning said, “but I accept the challenge.” She tapped her chest. “We’re in.”

“Coo, coo!”

“Don’t take it lightly.” Mystery Moon raised a finger. “First—the witch named Joan can barely speak, which makes communication difficult. Second—she’s frightened enough that any invitation from a stranger reads to her like danger, same as it did for us when the Church was hunting us. It’ll take time. The rules are simple: whichever team wins her over first, wins. Agreed?”

“No objections,” Lightning said.

“Hang on.” Lorgar made one last effort to remove herself. “If what you’re saying is true, she’ll only be here a few months. Does it matter which group she ends up with? It won’t make much difference to her either way.”

“It will,” Mystery Moon said, without a trace of her usual playfulness. “If we can help her walk out of the shadows—open up to people—that’s worth everything, regardless of the outcome. To anyone else it might mean nothing. But to her, it will be the light that changes her life. That’s what His Majesty did for us in the first place.”

Lorgar’s heart gave a sudden lurch. These girls, she realized, were not as juvenile as they sometimes appeared.

“Who exactly told you all this?” Lily narrowed her eyes, then looked sharply at Summer. “Did you—did you use Summer’s ability to eavesdrop on His Majesty?”

“No, no!” Mystery Moon said quickly. “We only went back to when they visited the dock. Everything His Majesty said there was in front of everyone. Completely public.” She shot an embarrassed glance at Lightning. “I swear it on the power of electromagnetism!”

“That was still out of bounds. I’m reporting this to Wendy.”

“Trai—no, I swear I’ll never do it again!”

“I don’t believe you!”

“I’m completely serious!”

“You always say that!”

“If I lie again, I’ll give up Chaos Drinks forever. Hey—don’t walk away!”

While the Detective Group dissolved into internal conflict, Maggie abruptly lifted into flight and crossed the hall in a low, purposeful arc.

Only Lightning and Lorgar saw her go.

The pigeon glided to a round table, picked up a piece of barbecued meat, and landed on Joan’s shoulder. The girl startled—then stilled, drawn in by the warm, ridiculous little bird.

She accepted the meat Maggie offered.

Lorgar’s wolf ears swiveled, tracking the conversation that followed across the hall.

She caught almost none of it.

“Coo.” “Ya.” “Coo, coo—coo!” “Ya ya.” A pause. ”…”

Seven or eight minutes later, Maggie rose, crossed the hall, and settled back onto Lightning’s head.

“She agreed to join the Exploration Group, coo!” Maggie announced, neck stretched with triumph.

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