The castle hall was exceptionally spacious.
Jiang Yang summoned a servant to bring three cups of black tea and said with a smile.
"A witch. Looks like you weren't boasting, you rascal. You really did win over a witch."
The white-haired Witcher raised his head proudly.
"Of course. How could anyone doubt my charm?"
However, he did not mention that his original target had been Miss Angelica, the Witches God.
The higher one ventured into the mysterious and supernatural, the more clearly one understood that the gulf between high-ranking and low-ranking supernatural beings was like that between humans and ants.
They were different species altogether. How could love arise between them? Unless a scheme or curse was involved, it was absolutely impossible.
With his son present, Jiang Yang did not expose him, instead affirming with a smile.
"That's the Ated I know."
Ated continued.
"Jiang Yang, the favor I need to ask you also concerns my son. I'm dying, but I've offended far too many creatures of darkness. I hope you can shelter him until he comes of age and has the strength to protect himself."
"What about his mother?"
Jiang Yang asked.
The moment Jiang Yang asked, he noticed something wrong with Ated's expression.
Only after a long while did he hear Ated's remorseful sigh.
"His mother was beguiled by a devil's projection and has already fallen into Hell."
"Fallen into Hell?"
Jiang Yang's gaze grew serious. He straightened, his golden eyes seeming to light up, and spoke.
"Tell me in detail. As I recall, Hell has no Space-Time Passage connecting it to Earth Space-Time, unless..."
He did not finish what came after "unless."
Every epoch's civilization had left contingencies in the Solar System, and the devils were no exception.
But opening a spatial gate at this time would