The next morning, Peach is in front of a mirror wearing Lip's restored dress. The style remains the same, but now it's white and shining as the most beautiful silver.
—It's perfect, Lip!—approves the regent, smiling, looking from all possible angles, leaving a blushing Lip. —And it's so light, as if I wasn't wearing anything! What did you do?
—Well, since it's a protection, I restored it using silver threads. Your dress is a silver armor now—reveals her.
Peach keeps staring at the mirror, impressed. Now she got what Lip meant when she said "After it's restored, your dress won't be just a dress!"
—How did you…—but stops, noticing the girl is goggle-eyed by drowsiness. —Lip, did you… spend all night awake sewing this cloth?!
—Yes, Highness. But I can't take it anymore… I need… to sleep…
"Poor Lip!", Peach thinks to herself, penalized, while the craftswoman lies on her bed, tired.
—Princess, if you're going right now into the mountain's depths, I wish you luck! Please, don't die!
—Don't worry, Lip! I'll be fine and everything will end happily!—assures the regent. —Sleep well!
The craftswoman falls asleep. Peach kisses her forehead and leaves the room, equipped with the stone and the parasol.
Moments later, Peach, Held and Silverado are in front of a cave particularly dirty: dark stains nearly covering the ground, walls and ceiling.
—The substance is coming from here?—asks the regent.
—Probably—replies the leader. —Look at all the dirtiness.
—Well, here I go, then.
—Wait up, Highness.
—What, Silverado?
—Since this entire problem begun, our leader, Ikki, disappeared—explains the male eagle. —We suspect he was dragged to Kork's depths. If so, please, save him!—begs him, bowing.
—Held told me about him, the mountain's guardian. Don't worry, if he's trapped inside, I'll find and bring him back to surface.
Peach grabs the stone and starts to jet water on the dark substance, which disappears. Holding a lantern on one hand and the stone on the other, she enters the cave, cleaning the stains off the way.