The black-haired, blue-eyed girl asked Sivie curiously:
"Since you know this is your goal, what does it have to do with whether you're strong enough? Shade doesn't only go after Thirteenth Order Witches. Did he ever tell you something like, 'You're not Thirteenth Order, so don't kiss me'?"
Sivie imagined the scene and couldn't help but laugh:
"Of course not."
"Then shouldn't you be taking the initiative and doing something more proactive? Why are you standing here complaining that you aren't strong enough?"
Although she had lived in the Sixth Epoch for a long time, Ship Girl still did not understand the way the Great Witches of this era thought. If Violet and Theresa had been given enough time in the Fifth Epoch, they would have succeeded long ago:
"I think your relationship with Shade is only one final step away. Maybe it's time to take it."
Sivie Aurora stood there with her lips pursed, saying nothing. No one knew what she was truly thinking at that moment.
Since the Peace Church had obtained the information from Legenes Presia, it was the local Peace Church that had invited Shade this time. When Shade and the Witches appeared in the church, the Clown Troupe had already arrived. Instead, the Seer Association, which should have arrived first, was still absent.
No one minded waiting a while. Standing before the window of the church meeting room and watching the snow drift outside, Shade recalled the days when he had been weak. Even with the title of God Summoner, he had not wanted to enter any church in Tobesk other than Dawn Church.
Less than five minutes later, President Lenormand and Old Man Charat arrived as well. Mr. Clark Carville of the Hand of Annihilation, a Thirteenth Ring Warlock who had only recently come