Although Shade felt there seemed to be something wrong with Bella's interpretation, Bella was not a well-read little red-haired princess, so she did not think of anything else. She understood Shade's current predicament:
"I've felt since just now that you've been a little too excited. Hold on a little longer. We'll be there soon."
Although Bella could not understand what it felt like to be unable to stop oneself from advancing, one look at Shade told her he was enduring it with great difficulty.
The Countess placed her hand on Shade's back, trying to help guide his overly restless spirit. But when Shade allowed her Spiritual Power to mingle with his spirit, Bella Belinder instantly felt as though she had fallen into a raging sea.
She considered herself a professional diviner with an exceptionally resilient mind, but upon truly coming into contact with the current situation, she felt like nothing more than a helpless blade of grass that had forgotten to take root amid a storm.
Shade's total spiritual power was still somewhat lower than that of a Twelfth Order Great Witch, but this time, the issue was not the total amount. That surging spirit flowed with Shade's body and soul as its foundation. And when the diviner's own spirit seemed about to be swept into that torrent, she happened to peer into the depths of Shade's soul—and saw that dazzling golden light.
"Oh!"
With a soft groan, Bella let go and covered her forehead. It was Shade's turn to worry about her, but the witch softly said that she was fine. When she lowered her hand, Shade clearly saw a trace of blood between her brows, precisely where that beautiful birthmark was.
"If you feel like there's nowhere to vent it, try using more of those high-consumption techniques."
She