"Alright, Nun Perry, I understand. Then—"
Shade looked towards Mr. Lehmann again. Before he could ask, the latter explained:
"I offered a witch an ancient book treasured by my family, and only then did she agree to guide me here."
"Yes, I heard about that too. I just didn't expect this to be his destination."
The middle-aged witch, Maggie Blatcher, said. Mr. Lehmann cautiously thanked her in a low voice, but the witch ignored him.
"Then let me ask another question. Both ladies came here in pursuit of power. What about you, sir? Why exactly did you come here?"
Shade spoke again, and Mr. Lehmann hesitated before answering:
"Actually, I'm from the East Continent. Ever since I was young, I liked playing with companions from other races. No, not companions with elven blood like the nun over there. Even after growing up, I always wanted to marry a girl with animal traits as my wife."
"But you know, I'm a human man. Girls among the other races who haven't awakened as witches more or less possess the power of Racial Inheritance, so they rarely fall in love with someone like me."
He seemed rather embarrassed:
"I come from a wealthy family. Though I'm not high in the line of succession, I am indeed heir to a small kingdom. People always need something to strive for. It may sound ridiculous, but I've always wanted to fulfill my dream, so I came here to try my luck. This musket was lent to me by my distant aunt, a true Great Witch. That's all."
It sounded as though Professor Manning would probably have plenty to discuss with this gentleman.
Still, Shade truly hadn't realized that the middle-aged nun had elven blood. The half-elves he had met, such as Miss Olanord and Professor Garcia,