Seeing Flora look toward the other Witches, Shade understood that she meant, "There are many people in reality."
Grandma Cassandra looked at Shade without any reproach in her eyes. She placed Miss Winslet's hand in Shade's, and the Witch did not object. She simply wanted to know whether Shade would say something like, "The more people, the more fun."
Shade looked into her eyes.
"For you Witches, if I only knew one of you, the entire Witch Council would sooner or later hunt me down."
Simple words stated the simplest truth, and Flora Winslet truly could not refute it.
"So this is my fault?"
She regretted saying it as soon as the words left her mouth, because it sounded as though she were throwing a tantrum. What Shade had said was indeed correct. For someone immune to the Witch Curse like him, if he could not handle his relationships with most Great Witches properly, then what awaited them would definitely be more than merely retreating to some remote corner of the world.
Fortunately, Shade did not mind. He smiled and said:
"It's my fault. I'm a little too greedy. According to Galina, I want to control the entire Witch Council."
Even Grandma Cassandra laughed kindly, while Miss Swift, standing behind the Old Witch, even defended Shade:
"Shade doesn't think that way at all."
But at least Miss Owl had figured it out. Though the competition was fiercer than she had imagined, she was at least not the first or second, and did not have to bear the psychological burden of "betraying the Council" or "being disloyal." The people before her had even paved the way, so she only needed to walk it peacefully alongside them. Her life would hardly change at all.
Having realized this, she suddenly felt that waking