Chapter 392: There are no crumb leading to the Witch’s hut--I mean, tower
I felt a slight chill on my lower body, and as I looked down, I found out we were in a body of water.
To be exact, we were on the shore of the island. Almost. I was waist-deep in the lake, which meant Aina and Zarfa were drenched almost to their chest.
"Agh!"
Was this why they held on to my arms?
"Aack--why are we in the water?!"
...I guess not.
"Did she not tell you where we would land?" I tilted my head and grabbed the two girls by their waists, carrying them toward the shore.
"Whoa...you’re pretty strong Val--but no, there was no warning about it," Zarfa shook her head.
The water actually helped me lessen their weight, but they were already light in the first place so I had no difficulty hauling them off the water. It also helped that none of us three wore armor--Aina had shed her bulky clothes the moment she deemed the Lair was a safe space. Thanks to this, we arrived at the shore faster, while Ian and the Hero waddled difficulty with their plated armor.
Ignis immediately helped dry us after I put down the girl on the sandy beach of the lake. "Do you not have like... a weight-reducing spell on the armor or something?"
"The ingredients for that kind of spell formation are expensive," Zarfa pursed her lips. "But even if I can provide the money, it’s such a rare ingredient that could only be obtained from the black market."