May never thought that by the time she would set off for Border Town once again, and her heart would be filled with expectation.
The forest along Redwater River started to become yellow and the blowing breeze had a trace of chilliness. The river water with its waving light was flowing below her, and from time to time one could see fallen leaves sliding across the rail.
Without the anxiety and restlessness of last time, the autumn scenery around her looked as if it came out of a poem or painting.
"Miss May." A voice full of admiration sounded from behind. "The play that you performed, "The Witch Diaries", was it really written for you personally by His Highness?"
As May turned around, she saw a group of actresses gathering behind her, and in front of them standing a woman who looked at her nervously. She recalled that her name was "Swallow".
