The glowing insects slowly dim, and night falls over the Witch Kingdom. Aside from a faint glow here and there, nothing can be seen in the darkness as the Enlightened One walks down the shadowy street. The place they arrive at is a tightly sealed castle. When the small wooden door is knocked, Fricle opens it.

"You're here? Right on time."

Fricle opens the door without much interest and casually walks down the corridor first, glancing back occasionally to see if the Enlightened One is following.

"Hey, what are you doing just standing there? It's not even that dark. You're not a kid who's afraid of unlit hallways, right? If you don't hurry up, I'm leaving you behind."

Fricle snaps irritably, her tone indifferent and sharp. But when the thorny vine wrapped around her hand stretches out and grabs the Enlightened One's hand to pull them along, it becomes clear she has no real intention of leaving them behind.

"You do remember why I called you here in the middle of the night, don't you? Don't tell me you forgot."

Fricle glares at the Enlightened One with her sharp eyes. Folding her arms across her large breasts, she walks down the corridor, waiting for their answer.