"Demon Hunter Inheritance? That hunter who came to Gregory Village a century and a half ago really was a Demon Hunter who inherited ancient techniques from the Third Epoch? There are still people like that?"
Shade raised an eyebrow, then withdrew his Destiny Ring. He told the nun and the witch about his gains. Sister Devlin, standing on the shoal, merely lowered her head slightly and said nothing, but Flora looked deeply worried:
"Are you sure you want to accept this kind of power? I do not know much about Demon Hunters, but Witches of the past recorded this group.
"There are very few of them, incredibly few, and like us, they inherit Ancient Mysteries. But none of them can die peacefully in their own beds after growing old. They pursue demons, and demons curse them. Shade, they are worthy of respect, but do not become a Demon Hunter."
"Do not worry. Just as I cannot become a witch simply because I want to, becoming a Demon Hunter is not something I can accomplish just by wishing for it."
Shade shook his head and paused before speaking:
"Actually, I learned of the Legend Series of those hunters last year. I just never expected them to be so close to me."
"That was over a hundred years ago. That is not close. In those days, only Grandma Cassandra had even been born."
The witch reminded him. Shade nodded again, still regretting the Sacrifice of that honorable hunter. But regardless, this proved that although the distant and terrifying Third Epoch had long passed, the struggles of that era had not yet ended.
As long as Evil Spirit Demons still existed, hunters would exist. Those who held the Night Watchman's hand would exist. The Doctor's path seemed lonely, but in truth, he had