Meanwhile, Isaac hurried through the Abyssal Gate. He knew that Witch too. Though they had only met a few times, she had left a deep impression on him.
After all, she was a Witch who did not care about her appearance. Such people might not be unusual among male wizards, but for a female spellcaster—
She was either a freak or the ultimate ancient relic!
And this Witch was the latter: an ancient Witch who had lived for who knew how many years and seen through the superficiality of flesh. Her strength was one thing, but more importantly, she possessed an immense sense of responsibility toward the development of Witches.
That was why she had often come to pester Isaac into helping them develop Witch Elixirs.
Isaac could directly refuse other Witches, but when a Demigod came knocking in person, he had to show some respect. Besides, she was not asking him to take full responsibility as he had at the beginning. She merely wanted him to assist her people with development and occasionally offer some advice. That much was no trouble.
Well, that was what Isaac had thought at first—
But later, he realized something was wrong. Damn it, she came by way too often!
She visited two or three times nearly every month, more often than his long-dead aunt's period!
Was that really an appropriate sense of time for a Demigod?
But as he had said, directly refusing a Demigod was rather rude. It would be far too disrespectful, especially since they were Witches. Isaac was genuinely a little wary of those lunatics.
So after that, Isaac publicly claimed that he was never home while concealing his energy fluctuations. He thoroughly embraced a secluded life, and only then did things finally quiet down.
After passing through the Abyssal