"From the very beginning, I never understood why you always think I'm so weak. I know I performed terribly the last time we went out together, but that was an accident. Is that why you don't trust me?"
The white thunderbolt flashed for only an instant, followed by eternal darkness swallowing them both once more. Yet that brief flash had been enough for them to see each other's expressions. Shade waited for the rumbling thunder to fade before speaking again:
"No, I trust you very much. That's why I'm worried you'll get hurt again protecting someone. Last time, it was Miss Matilda. This time, I'm certain that if I were in danger, you would step forward to protect me just as you did before. But I hope even more that you can stay safe."
The witch, who had been about to continue questioning him, suddenly found herself speechless. She nodded woodenly, wondering what sort of special ability the "witches' way with words" she had once seen referred to in the man before her.
Shade reached back and touched the sword on his back again. Only with the Night Watchman beside him could he truly feel at ease:
"You don't need to worry about me either. You know I have abilities related to Time and Space. When danger comes, I run faster than anyone."
"Can you move through space over long distances like Emma?"
The witch asked.
"For long distances, I can only move myself. Over short distances, I can take others with me through space."
After sensing that there were no Church members nearby, Shade prepared his Spellcasting Materials and held out his hand to her. The witch blinked before taking it. Then, with a flash before her eyes, they retreated ten meters out of thin air:
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