"It's you, Holy Infant George!"
The Despair Witch's expression immediately turned grave when she saw George standing before the carriage.
Holy Infant George, a powerful figure of an unknown Sequence who had suddenly appeared.
A wild Beyonder unaffiliated with either the Church of the Dark Night Goddess or the Church of the Lord of Storms, yet one who was remarkably well regarded by both churches.
Even the archbishops of both churches treated him with great friendliness.
He had recently helped the churches kill and capture Pirate Admiral Qilingus and Mr. A of the Aurora Society. His strength was suspected to be at the level of a Sequence Four demigod.
This was the intelligence provided by Butis, the latest Secret Supplicant sent by the royal family and the Aurora Society.
They called this powerful infant "Holy Infant George."
"I didn't expect to have a nickname already."
Hearing the Witch before him, who exuded endless charm from every inch of her, George raised a tiny hand and stroked his chin.
"No wonder Roselle, even knowing what the Witch Sequence was like, still couldn't resist entering the cave three times."
"I don't think we need to fight. Look, no one was hurt, and quite a few people have recovered their health. How about you let me leave?"
The Witch, dressed in a plain white robe that made her seem somewhat holy, deliberately bent forward, exposing a snowy expanse as smooth as congealed cream beneath it.
Even if the other party had the body of an infant but the soul of a parasite, and even if he truly was an infant, he would still be bewitched by a Witch's temptation.
However, she did not truly believe that seduction alone could make a possible demigod-level powerhouse let her go.
Thus, the moment George instinctively reached