The new room was not very large, and its filthy, bloody stench was nowhere near as strong as that of the "Blood Collection Workshop." The layout was simple: a grimy long table stood in the center, about the same size as the dining table in Shade's home, with four benches around it and simple metal lockers against the walls.
Dried blood seeped from the cracks of some of the lockers, and Shade forced himself not to wonder what was inside.
"Is this a workers' resting room in the factory?"
He wondered as he moved toward the "sanctuary" built beneath the long table, but Madam Gustav immediately stopped him:
"Please wait, Mr. William. We need to verify your identity first."
"It's Hamilton. Shade Suellen Hamilton."
Shade corrected her. He did not doubt the Witches; last time, he had already confirmed that the Fate Manual's ability to detect races still worked here.
The Old Witch nodded. This time, the question was quite simple:
"What was the last form you took before you left?"
"A dragon. Since Gina saw me then, she should know that although my body was silver, I wasn't a Silver Dragon, much less a White Dragon. I usually call that form a 'Moonlight Dragon.'"
Seeing Shade give such a detailed answer, Madam Gustav breathed a sigh of relief. She was the highest-ranking elder here; the Young Girls trusted her, and she believed it was her responsibility to get everyone out safely.
"No problem. Then welcome back, Mr. Hamilton. We were just talking about you."
The way everyone had built a "sanctuary" beneath the table resembled children playing house, but at least it looked warm and cozy. Shade bent down and passed through the invisible bubble, entering it as well. He still chose to sit beside Gina, and the Pink