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Chapter 958: A Heartbreaking Friendship

“What’s happening over there?” Margaret’s voice carried a note of surprise. “What is Joan doing?”

Roland had already noticed the commotion on the other side of the hall. Margaret’s witch friend had left her spot and was walking slowly toward Lightning and the other witches, her maid close at her side. Maggie was shuttling back and forth between them, apparently delivering something.

At first Joan clung to her maid and barely showed her face. But gradually the exchange shifted—Maggie’s presence coaxed her out, and Joan began to talk to the witches, and then, carefully, to reach out and touch Lorgar’s ears and tail.

“Now I see.” Roland couldn’t help smiling. “Lightning is quick at making friends.”

“That’s—” Margaret pressed her hand over her mouth. “That’s unbelievable. You know how long it took me to persuade Joan to come ashore? Two months. And I had to ask Ms. Camilla to help me.”

“How did Lightning manage it?” Thunder asked.

“She didn’t have to manage anything. She just brought Maggie and Lorgar.” Roland watched a moment longer. “What Joan truly fears is how people react to anything that looks different from themselves. My guess is that she sees Maggie and Lorgar as her own kind.”

“Her kind?” Margaret echoed.

“Yes. You’ve met Maggie before, but Lorgar is closer to Joan than Maggie is.” He explained something of the wolf girl’s nature—the ears, the tail, the features that marked her as the Princess of the Wildflame Clan. “You don’t need to worry about whether Joan will fit in here.”

“Has Lorgar—has the wolf girl never been rejected by anyone?”

“If she hadn’t been, she wouldn’t have come to Neverwinter. Even in the Southernmost Region, where witches are revered as Divine Ladies by every clan, a girl whose body is visibly changed by her power would still be seen as an ill omen.” Roland shook his head. “Neverwinter isn’t without its prejudices either—but they’re more muted here. And the Witch Union is something different entirely. No one there would reject another witch over appearance. Everyone has gone through the same pain, and they know the nature of their abilities. A new member is something to celebrate.”

“People fear the unknown,” Thunder said, quietly. “When I first became an explorer, it was purely for the money. Now I want to cover as much untrodden ground as possible before I die. There are so many mysteries in this world waiting to be found. A life spent afraid of what lies beyond the village—that’s a life spent in a smaller world than necessary.”

“That’s also why I support you.” Roland raised his glass. “There’s an old saying: a person will eventually become as great as their thinking. You’ll be remembered.”

“Thank you.” Thunder lifted his glass and touched it to Roland’s. “I’ll try not to disappoint you. You can count on me.”

Margaret continued to watch Joan—lost in the sight of her, something unresolved moving across her face. After a long moment, she turned and bowed to Roland, one hand over her chest.

“Your Majesty. I have a bold request.”

“Say it.”

“I had planned to take Joan back to the Fjords after this voyage,” Margaret said, her voice low. “To persuade her to settle somewhere near where she was born. Life at sea is too lonely, and I don’t want her to keep living this way. But now—” She paused. “Your Majesty, can I entrust her to you?”

“You want her to stay in Neverwinter?”

“If Joan returns to the Fjords, she’ll shut herself away and speak to no one.” Margaret’s eyes didn’t leave the girl. “But she can make real friends here. She left the ocean—everything familiar to her—and followed me here. I don’t want to betray that trust. I can’t think of anywhere more suited to her.”

“That’s not a problem.” Roland’s smile was quiet. “This is exactly what the Witch Union was founded for.”

“Then I’ll trust you completely on this.” Margaret dipped in a curtsy, the tension leaving her shoulders.


Lily returned to her bedroom, yawning, and hung her wet towel on the drying rail. She was reaching for her biology book—night reading before sleep, as was her habit—when Mystery Moon began to murmur behind her.

“We lost… we lost… we lost…”

Lily opened the book without comment.

The murmur grew. Of course it did.

“The Detective Group lost… the Detective Group lost… the Detective Group lost…”

“Are you done?” Lily felt the pressure behind her temples build. She sat upright and turned around. “Go to sleep!”

“But we lost.” Mystery Moon had her face buried in the pillow, the words coming out muffled and resentful. “Aren’t you even the slightest bit sad? I had a whole plan. I was close! Look at how they were communicating—neither of them should have been able to understand the other. How did they pull it off? Did they know each other before? Now the Exploration Group has the same number as us and we’re no longer the largest organization…”

Lily said nothing. Mystery Moon’s sense of how close she’d come was obviously mistaken—the Exploration Group had won before the Detective Group had even started. “Why would I feel sad? This has nothing to do with me.” She cut into the monologue before it could loop again. “I’ve already said it. I am not part of the Detective Group. Which means you began with three people, you lost the competition, and now you’ve been overtaken in membership. You should dissolve while you still have a shred of dignity.”

She returned to her book and made a private decision not to engage further, whatever was said.

To her surprise, Mystery Moon went quiet.

The room settled into an unusual silence.

That’s not right.

A small, unwelcome doubt formed. She had been harsh. Mystery Moon could be exhausting—but she generally meant well. And without the contest—ridiculous as the whole thing was—Joan might not have warmed up to any of them that quickly. Mystery Moon’s scheme to eavesdrop on Roland had been wrong, technically, but it hadn’t caused any real harm. Maybe she had been a touch severe.

Then another thought came, less comfortable than the first. Mystery Moon, before the Witch Union, had been withdrawn and invisible—scolded by Cara in the old Cooperation Association, treated as if she barely existed. The Witch Union had slowly drawn her out. If Lily’s words drove her back inside…

She swallowed, turned from her book, and opened her mouth to say something conciliatory.

A ten-dollar note appeared directly in her face.

Mystery Moon was standing beside the bed, arms extended, thrusting the note under Lily’s nose.

“Wh—what are you doing?” Lily recoiled.

“I’m begging you not to leave the Detective Group.” Mystery Moon’s expression was a study in tightly controlled desperation. “I’m willing to give you this and a bottle of Chaos Drink. If you leave, there’s no possible way the Detective Group can turn this around!”

“I already told you. I was never a member.” Lily pressed her hand over her forehead. “Can you not listen?”

But even as she said it, the relief was real.

After a silence, Lily took the ten-dollar note from Mystery Moon’s hand.

“You agreed?” Mystery Moon’s face opened like a window.

“No.” Lily set it on the desk. “I have too much work for your games. But I can give you one piece of guidance in exchange for the money, and offer counsel occasionally, provided it doesn’t eat into my working hours. Something more practical than trying to befriend random witches.”

“What piece of guidance?”

“I’m not the right person to expand your team. Not everyone in the Witch Union is as consumed as Soraya—there are witches with time to spare.” Lily felt a pang of guilt for the people she was about to name, and murmured an inaudible apology to them. “Think about who else helped you find clues in the academy arson.”

“Do you mean Evelyn? No—I can’t ask her. Even if the group activities don’t take much time, she still runs the tavern.”

“Not her.”

“Then… Amy?” Mystery Moon hesitated. “But she’s not from Graycastle. She has companions of her own already.”

“Isn’t that even better? Once Amy joins the Detective Group, the other witches from Wolfheart follow.” Lily counted on her fingers. “Annie’s busy—but Hero and Broken Sword aren’t. And you already have a joint project with Broken Sword. Does it matter where someone is from? Joan is from the Fjords. You didn’t have a problem with that.”

“You’re right!”

“And then there are the combat witches from the former Bloodfang Association. They have time, and they’re unlikely to refuse if you ask sincerely. The Detective Group will outnumber the Exploration Group again.” Lily held up a warning finger. “But don’t bother His Majesty, and don’t challenge the Exploration Group at random. I don’t know exactly why, but I have the feeling you can’t beat them.”

“Because you like them better,” Mystery Moon said, in a small, aggrieved voice.

“I do not! That’s everything I have to say. Go to bed.” Lily waved her off and turned back to her book.

“Alright…” A pause. Then footsteps, pausing. “Um. One thing.”

“What now?” After the swings of the past half-hour, Lily found she had more patience than she would have expected.

Better to clear it up now than let it fester.

“That ten-dollar note,” Mystery Moon said, very carefully, “was meant as an incentive to join the Detective Group. Since you’ve decided not to join… could I have it back?”

Something broke, quietly, in the region of Lily’s chest.

“NO. GET OUT.”

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