"Miss Teresa, open your mouth."
Shade guided the liquid out of the bottle. The unconscious witch gradually woke, instinctively swallowing the liquid. For high-order witches like these, once they regained consciousness, there were many ways to prevent themselves from falling unconscious again.
Her eyelids trembled, and her lips moved a few times as she silently cast several spells Shade could not recognize, restoring her body temperature to normal. When she opened her eyes and saw Shade crouching before her, watching her with concern, twenty-six-year-old Schultz Theresa thought for an instant that she was merely in a tent beside Lost Lake, having had a long dream under her aunt's care.
"How do you feel? Can you hear me?"
Shade asked with concern. The sound of his voice made the young blonde witch realize this was not a dream.
Then fragments of her memories from before she had fainted flooded back. Looking around at the terrifying surroundings, she finally remembered exactly what was happening:
"Shade? Is that you?"
"Looks like you're awake. Yes, yes, it's been a long time. Is Miss Violet well? Oh, don't talk yet. Sit up and warm yourself by the fire first. This place is even stranger than that lake where we last met."
He offered her his hand, and Miss Teresa felt herself uncontrollably grasp his wrist. Only then did she fully confirm that the Shade before her was the same person from before.
The Tenth Order purple-haired lady helped Miss Teresa sit up, though the latter was actually of a higher order. Meanwhile, the Twelfth Order middle-aged witch checked on the young ordinary girl again after waking up.
She did not ask about Shade's identity. Instead, she asked him for more holy water. Only after combining it with a Witch Secret Art that healed the mind