Froma was in the middle of a crying fit in the meeting hall, and none of the Crimson Crane members were able to get much out of her about what she meant. They had even analyzed the other equipment that had been brought, but nothing happened when they held it.
In the end, Froma wiped away her tears and was able to speak again, but she still was in no mood to discuss what had happened with the others. 'It's okay,' Froma said to herself.
'There was a note left on the table, so I know what's happening, but it still feels weird. That strange Dark Magus, why didn't he put the note on top of the cloth?' Froma thought back and had to admit it might have been her fault.
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