Miss Benanis understood Shade's concerns:
"I know, but it's just you and me here. Am I supposed to let you deal with it? Galina and the others would laugh at me for years afterward. Don't worry. Though I'm one of the Witches on the Council who isn't good at fighting, I am still a genuine Eleventh Rank and Eleventh Ring."
As she spoke, she softly hummed a tune. Since it had no lyrics, Shade could not tell what song it was. When the song ended, he immediately felt a warm current spreading from his chest throughout his body.
For a short period of time, Mental Resistance slightly increased, and physical recovery slightly increased.
"Though I'm not good at fighting, I'm very good at support."
Miss Benanis said with a smile. Just as she was about to step forward, Shade stopped her again. After hesitating for a moment, he handed her his sword:
"Please take this. It will help you."
There was no need to take risks just to conceal this sword. That would have been utterly foolish.
The Blonde Witch touched the hilt and froze for a moment, seeing countless fragmented and complicated battle scenes:
"This sword is a relic?"
She drew the sword in confusion. Upon seeing the silver blade and the inscriptions Clear Heart and Demon-Slaying Sword, she suddenly realized what it was and stared wide-eyed at Shade:
"Angel Level Relic Night Watchman? You are—"
"Now isn't the time for that. I'm only a Fifth-Ring Arcanist."
Thick steam mist emerged behind him as Shade summoned that enormous, rotating Brass Ring of Fate. The contamination here was highly unusual. Even he had to use his thaumaturgy at full strength to feel confident about resolving this trouble:
"Miss Benanis, are you ready?"
He asked. The Witch, still shocked by the