After leaving Snow Mountain Hall and returning to the town streets, the witch lightly patted her chest:
"That really scared me just now. Those cultists are awful—they reported us when they realized they couldn't beat us."
Shade found it amusing as well, though judging by the attitudes of those two Ring Arcanists, The Church probably did not entirely believe them either:
"They were probably only there to observe the ritual and happened to run into us, so they questioned us. It looks like we don't need to take part in the ritual. We just need to wait for Elder Harald's results."
He lifted the cat curled up in his arms onto his shoulder. Judging by the time, it was nearly time for the cat's dinner:
"This was what I took out just now."
He then pulled out the identification booklet again and handed it to Miss Reinhart. Miss Larson also looked over, and the girl from Northland recognized what it was more easily than the witch from Southern Island:
"Military Intelligence... Sorry, Sixth Office."
Her voice had been a little too loud just now, and the witch asked Shade in surprise:
"I think I understand why they believed you so quickly, but... is that identification real?"
"Of course. I don't just have identification from Military Intelligence Section Six—I have Gray Gloves identification too. When traveling all over the Old Continent, you need some suitable identities, don't you?"
He said with a smile, taking back the identification the witch handed to him:
"Then I'll head back first and return at seven."
Watching him in the setting sun, the witch pursed her lips:
"How about staying for dinner? It's only one more set of cutlery."
This time, Shade did not agree. He knew someone was waiting for him at home tonight:
"Next