The two returned to the family residences to get their tools, then made their way to the woods.
It had rained a while ago.
The places Cecilia Adler had marked had been washed away, so they had to explore carefully as they went.
Ian Quincy discreetly observed their surroundings. The trees on the outskirts were bare, but inside the woods, they were unusually lush.
Moss covered the bases of the trees, and the air inside was very humid.
The mud on the ground was soft and loose.
Stepping on it left deep footprints.
From the depths of the woods, strange, bloodcurdling cries echoed from time to time.
'Coming to a place like this to fish... She's really not afraid.'
"Cecilia, let me walk in front."
Cecilia Adler replied, "You've been here fewer times and aren't familiar with the terrain, so you should walk behind. If I get stuck in the mud, it'll be easier for you to pull me out."
