The next morning, Rhea began by looking through the messages she had received. Count Gloucester had already sent his reply. No surprise there, he was Garreg Mach's neighbor after all. He expected to reach Garreg Mach by nightfall. Gilbert Pronislav, in reality Gustave Dominic, was also returning from assignment to make sure Annette was well. She expected missives from other relatives of the students to come in over the course of the day.

"Lady Rhea!" Catherine spoke up. "Did you hear about the sparring match this morning?"

It seemed that Professor Jeritza had learned that Link was a knight of a high caliber and had offered to spar with him. Link had utterly embarrassed the combat instructor, beating him quickly and thoroughly. Jeritza had apparently been giddy, and had promised to get strong enough to give the Hero of Hyrule a real fight.

As if. Though, Rhea hadn't had a chance to spar with an opponent who could equal her in a very long time. Perhaps later, she could challenge Link.

For now, though, she had agreed to return to the meeting room after breakfast. Link had not been in the kitchen, but Mercedes von Martritz had, and the pastries she had made were quite good.

She made her way to the meeting room. Not long afterwards, everyone else also arrived there.

"Lorenz, I received a letter from your father. He should be arriving here tonight," Rhea informed Lorenz.

"Excellent," Lorenz said.

"Now, I believe you were going to tell us about Purah?" Seteth asked.

"Of course," Claude said. "Purah's laboratory was a strange place, even for Hyrule..."

The building at the top of the hill was… odd, to say the least. It looked as though it had once been a large windmill with the wind blades long removed. A house had been built around the base of the windmill, and another structure appeared to have been added to the top of the windmill, with wooden steps spiraling around it up to the room at its peak. A massive telescope had been set up on the second landing, pointing south. Atop the old windmill's tower was a Guardian.

Link knocked on the door. The party waited for a few moments before the door was flung open by a little girl. She was Sheikah by the look of her grey-white hair, wore bright red spectacles, and had a truly strange looking golden bow in her hair made to look like an owl's face, with shining blue eyes and a beak.

She looked up at Link, seemingly irritated, but then gasped sharply. She took a step back from him, eyes wide. "Oh!" She eyed the Sheikah Slate at his hip and then she gazed up at his face, studying him. "Oh. You must be here to see the Director." The look of shock was masked by a sudden business-like expression.

No one was really sure what to make of the girl. She couldn't have been older than six or seven.

Link cleared his throat. "I… yes. I was sent here by Impa, of Kakariko Village. She told me to look for her sister, Purah. Is she…"

The girl's lips twitched, and he noticed that she was grabbing the hem of her little white dress with both of her fists. "Oh, yes, the Director is in the back." She thumbed over her shoulder at another figure at the back of the room. It was a Sheikah man, who eyed Link and the girl with pursed lips.

"Oh, I was hoping to find Purah here…" Link said, frowning. He looked back at the girl as he entered the room, followed by Claude, Hilda, Linhardt, Annette, and Caspar. "But I will, ah, talk to the Director. Thanks."

"Wait just a minute!" Hilda said. "I saw that mischievous grin! What joke are you trying to pull on us?"

"What are you suggesting, Hilda?" Linhardt asked. "That this little girl is the real Director?"

"I think this little girl knows exactly where Purah is, and she's not telling us," Hilda accused.

The little girl smirked. "Maaaaaaaybe."

"Then could you tell us where she is?" Link asked. "I was sent here to speak to Purah. My Sheikah Slate is not working properly, according to Impa. She told me that Purah might be able to fix it."

"What?" The little girl ran up to him and, before he could react, snatched the Sheikah Slate off of his belt, inspecting it.

"Hey!" Link said, alarmed. The girl ignored him and scampered over to the table in the center of the room, climbing onto a tall stool and setting the Sheikah Slate down. She began to tap the screen furiously.

"Hey, you can't just take that!" Annette protested. "You could break it!"

"I won't," the little girl said confidently, showing the Sheikah Slate to Link. Instead of showing the various runes available, the screen on the Sheikah Slate now showed a great deal of text, which the girl was reading with apparent interest.

The Sheikah man stepped up behind him, looking over his shoulder at the girl and the device. When Link looked back at him, he merely shrugged, smiling wearily. "Master Link, my name is Symin. I am actually the Director's assistant. Let me introduce you to the real Director, and the woman you seek—Miss Purah."

"Check it!" The girl spun in her stool to grin up at Link. She winked at Link in a childish way. "Had you fooled! You really thought that Symin was the Director, didn't you, Linky?"

"There must be some mistake," Claude protested. "Lady Impa sent us here to see her sister."

"Yep."

"Her older sister," Claude elaborated.

"Uh-huh."

"And Lady Impa is no spring chicken," Claude said. "So the Purah we're looking for would have to be even older."

"Well, click-snap, that's a fun story!" the girl said, snapping her fingers. "You see, I was experimenting with a rune that would reverse the aging process, and… snap! Here I am! The youngest one hundred and twenty-or-so-year-old woman you'll ever meet!"

"You're Impa's sister," Linhardt said dryly.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," the girl said.

"You know what? Why not?" Linhardt said. "Everything else we've seen in Hyrule has been insane."

"I don't know, I think this takes the cake," Caspar disagreed.

"I don't suppose you have any evidence of your identity?" Claude asked.

"Would you recognize it even if I did?" the girl asked.

"Probably not," Claude admitted.

"If you are Purah," Link ventured, "then Impa asked me to come see you. She said that the Sheikah Slate was missing some of its functions and that some of them might actually be able to help me recover my lost memories."

"Oh! So we were right—the Shrine of Resurrection did cause memory loss. Good to know!" She grabbed a piece of paper and a quill and wrote something down, speaking softly to herself as she did so. "As expected… After one hundred years in the Slumber of Restoration, subject has lost all memories… Noted!" She punctuated this statement by tapping the quill on the page and replacing it in the inkpot.

"Wow, Hyrule doesn't have fountain pens?" Caspar asked.

"Really? That's what you're focused on?" Hilda asked.

"No, we don't have 'fountain pens,' whatever those are," Purah said. "Linky, why don't you and your friends go swing your swords and axes outside while I work on this?"

Still bewildered, Link and the others took their leave. As the sun was setting, Symin informed them that Purah would likely be working on the Slate overnight and suggested they stay the night in the inn.