The Blood Witch finally understood how arrogant she had been.
In terms of understanding the Law, she was a realm apart from the man before her.
Yet, for some reason, a hint of joy welled up in her heart.
Ha! The bastards from the Tower of Truth would have to face such a man.
An excellent, handsome man who was easy on the eyes and seemed to even smell a bit fragrant...
Wait!
Why am I having such strange thoughts!
Scarlett looked at Lette, who was right in front of her, and couldn't help but let her mind wander.
Soon, she realized.
Saint Wright, the man's soul was extremely strong! And of very high purity!
To a witch, it was a deadly alluring poison!
"Please! Please... step back a distance, will you?"
"Huh?"
Lette looked puzzled: "Why? You're about to give information, wouldn't it be clearer if I were closer?"
"I'll speak loudly! I'm begging you, step back!"
"...Isn't the information supposed to be a secret? What do you mean by speaking loudly!"
"Just... just please..."
