This was no choice at all: if she stayed, she could follow the Six-Winged God Lord and the Seven-Winged Supreme and obtain the very finest arcane resources; if she stayed, she could advance to a Five-Winged Demigod with ease; if she stayed, she could be with the person she liked...
"Of course I want to follow Ash."
Tama Hill brushed aside the hair by her cheek, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. She was clearly wearing that black, savage Black Crow suit, yet it did nothing to diminish her spring-breeze smile. "But Ash, you don't need me anymore."
For some reason, even though this was only their second meeting, Witch felt an inexplicable closeness toward Black Crow. After all, not even Ash had been able to make her fall in love at first sight. Only Veela and Black Crow had made her like them the moment she saw them. Perhaps it was because Witch keenly sensed that Veela and Black Crow were good elder sisters who would spoil her no matter how much she bullied them. So when she heard Tama Hill refuse, Diya subconsciously grabbed her hand. "Ash doesn't—"
"Witch." Ash stopped Diya. He looked Tama Hill over seriously, then nodded and said, "With your current strength, it really would be hard for you to help me."
"I wanted to follow you before because you were always getting dragged into danger, but you were someone who didn't like fighting. I thought my combat skills could help you, that I could fight for you when you didn't want to fight." Tama Hill said, "But now you've far surpassed me. I'm not qualified to protect you at all. On the contrary, I'd need you to protect me."
"And you have very good companions by your side." She glanced at Vesir