"I can only say it's... very difficult," the portly janitor said, "The Forbidden Forest is just too vast. A search would require a tremendous amount of manpower and resources. The academy has always turned a blind eye to that beast. If it hadn't caused such an uproar over ten years ago, the academy wouldn't have resolved to eliminate it."
"But isn't it causing quite a stir now?" Hewinia looked at the snowy pit on the ground, recalling the information the two janitors had given her yesterday, "The victim here is the one you were looking for yesterday, Pella, a Silver Rank Third Notes sister, right? It has already become..."
"Hewinia," the skinny janitor said solemnly, "ten years ago, there was a Golden Rank that met with disaster. And... you should know what time is coming soon."
Hewinia was taken aback for a moment before something seemed to click, and she said in a low voice, "The festival."