Isaac's sudden move gave Princess Noens' Daughter and Remington quite a fright. They could not see the Evil Spirit above the girl's head, so naturally, they could not understand Isaac's actions.
Princess Philo, who was walking ahead, noticed Isaac's movement. She turned back to look at him, the corners of her lips lifting slightly into a satisfied smile.
Clearly, she had guessed beforehand that Isaac would be able to see it, and she was quite pleased by how swiftly he had gone on guard.
"Calm down. Don't act rashly. As long as you don't hurt Angel, the Evil Spirit won't make any moves." Philo pressed her right hand down, signaling for Isaac not to be nervous.
"Hamon, Rat Rat, stand down." Only after having Rat Rat and Hamon lower their guard did Isaac look at Philo in confusion. "She's a summoner-type witch? Doesn't seem like it?"
Though Isaac had not encountered witches many times, he knew contract magic fairly well. Even witches needed contract magic to command their summons, so there would be faint, indistinct links between them and their contractors.
Yet he had not sensed such a connection between Angel and the Evil Spirit.
"Because she really isn't. Angel's magic is called the Chronicle of Ages. It can change the past! This Evil Spirit was drawn here by her power and voluntarily protects her. No contract was made."
"Change... the past?!" Isaac froze for a moment, then his eyes widened as he looked at the girl slowly turning her wheelchair around. "Holy shit! A... a Primeval Witch?!"
Seeing Isaac's shocked expression, Philo nodded with deep empathy.
Primeval Witches referred specifically to witches who had awakened extraordinarily powerful magic. Usually, only witches capable of manipulating powers tied to the fabric of the world—time, space, fundamental forces, and the like—could be