The train sped through the darkness, its lights flashing past the tracks like drifting gleams. The roar shook the tunnel deafeningly. At last.
After a long while, Miss Mind Witch finally lowered the hands covering her ears, then knit her brows tightly.
She had been staying in that gloomy place for more than half a day—perhaps even longer. Her patience had nearly run out, yet Farrell still showed no sign of waking from whatever state he was in.
Ever since Farrell had suddenly lost control and left last night, he had been hiding there for quite some time.
If she had not personally witnessed how Farrell had broken out of the island prison and single-handedly crushed three Round Table Knights with overwhelming strength in front of the Royal Hall, she would have found it difficult to imagine that the man before her was the legendary man she had released from prison.
At that moment, Farrell was curled up, muttering incessantly. At times he was frantic, at times he trembled... His nerves had become so sensitive that he was nearly on the verge of collapse.
"This can't go on." Miss Mind Witch grew increasingly troubled... She still needed this man to help her find the Akasha Records.
Clearly, she was unwilling to wait for Farrell to calm down on his own.
At last, Miss Witch gritted her teeth, approached Farrell, cupped his cheeks with both hands, and pressed her forehead against his.
She tried to use her power to bring Farrell back to his senses. Whenever the mind was in turmoil, as long as she could find the root of the problem, Miss Mind Witch had the ability to set things right.
"What are you so afraid of?"
Her whisper sounded like a spell, yet also like some ancient language, gently