"Teacher, I noticed that you just used a masculine pronoun."
Miss MacDonald, holding the books, spoke again. The witch covered her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed softly a few more times, then smiled palely at Shade.
"Eve is the most rigorous and serious sort of person you can imagine. Whenever I make a grammatical mistake while speaking, she makes a point of correcting it."
The witch then addressed her student.
"This gentleman has a special identity. He... You are male, correct?"
She suddenly asked Shade again. Shade immediately nodded.
"Let me explain—yes, I am indeed male. I can resist the Witch Curse for certain special reasons, but it is not convenient for me to explain them for now."
The young girl holding the books pursed her lips and studied Shade for a moment, then shook her head.
"I do not understand. The Witch Curse originated from that Old Gods of Chaos and is the most fundamental manifestation of power within the Chaos system. I cannot imagine what kind of power could forcibly break free from the restraints of such a curse."
Shade smiled.
"Nothing in this world is one hundred percent certain. I really am an exception."
The young girl nodded lightly and did not ask further. Though rigorous and serious, she still understood ordinary social etiquette.
The Great Witch of Chaos then instructed her.
"Eve, Mr. John Watson has come from afar and may appear here often in the near future. He is my friend. So long as it does not violate any principles, provide him with as much convenience as possible."
"Yes, Teacher. I will remember that."
Miss Eve MacDonald nodded again. After bidding farewell to the witch and Shade, she carried those books toward the door in the dining room's southeast corner.
"She truly is a