Of course, it wasn't an outpouring of compassion. It was all for the sake of scholarship.
And the reassuring part was that, thanks to this rare opportunity, the Witch had finally managed to work out what had happened during her previous mission.
Though it seemed there were still two lingering questions.
First, who had killed Him, leaving the Other Shore with only a corpse?
Just thinking about a power of that nature was enough to know how troublesome it must be. Could it have happened during the Long Night, too?
Second, there was the question the Witch had just asked: what was going on with all these religious buildings?
She had seen similar scenes over in the wasteland, where people gathered in such a peculiar way, but even there, the effect had been much weaker.
Its cause was truly fascinating.
But that could wait. There wasn't much time left.
"Time's running short. Anything else you want to say? I'll slowly think of a way to deal with your condition when I get back, but you should at least tell me exactly how you ended up like this, shouldn't you?"
Realizing that her analysis had helped, the Witch watched the knight with a smile as he thought it over. After a moment, she reminded him.
"And now you know how to use this thing, too. You need to keep finding food for it and provide me with an anchor.
"But I might not be able to manifest as smoothly next time, so you may need to shoot another arrow. Even then, we might only be able to communicate verbally."
Aware of how rare this opportunity was, the Witch watched Fu Qian's face and waited for an answer.
Keep devouring things to summon her? That sounded a little evil.
As for the