"Cyndia and I have basically determined that the Guardians are likely the Chosen of the Earth. However, we are not quite sure if the Guardians, according to the newly discovered fragment of the Poem Chapter, have also been here, why they didn't clear the Crazy Earth in the cave... What I'm even more uncertain about is the current form of existence of the Guardians."
After Shard finished speaking, he looked again at Miss Lathes under the glow of the campfire:
"If the Guardians are indeed the Chosen Ones, then you'll need to communicate with your father at that time."
Miss Lathes nodded:
"No problem."
Shard petted the cat lying on his lap in a half-sleep after being full. He was about to propose performing that ritual for extracting the Memory of the Land but suddenly looked back at Miss Lathes:
"Also, could you promise me one thing?"
Miss Lathes blushed inexplicably, although that might also be an illusion under the reflection of the campfire:
