The return journey was much faster than the journey there.
When they left the Witch Forest, the Bronze Dragon offered to fly Jiang Yang and his friend over mountains, rivers, and oceans, back to Jerusalem.
But Jiang Yang refused.
If he wanted to return sooner, he could fly himself.
Besides, he did not want to be so conspicuous in front of mortals.
As they rode through the ice and snow, Ated remained excited the whole way.
"Jiang Yang, you're the first knight to have met that legendary witch. That's incredible."
Seemingly in a good mood, Jiang Yang asked with a smile.
"What, this witch Angelica has been around for over a thousand years. Has no one met her in all that time?"
"Of course not!"
Ated spoke with ironclad certainty.
"You know, many witchers have that sort of intimate relationship with witches. Compared with the Holy See's knights, priests, and the supernatural creatures of the Dark World, we witchers are relatively close to them."
"I've heard that the witch Angelica is incredibly beautiful, so many witchers have wanted to get close to her and see where things go. If they could win the Witches God's favor, that would be ascending to heaven in a single step."
At those words, Jiang Yang froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
He recalled that valiant young witch with her long green hair, the countless cycles of reincarnation she had experienced, and her unnatural expression when she mentioned how species and sex were randomized with each rebirth. He immediately gave a mysterious smile.
"I think that's a fine idea. You should absolutely put it into practice! If you succeed, I'll be very happy for you."
"Speaking of which, have you ever had that idea?"
"Of course. What witcher hasn't admired the lofty Witches