It had already been several days since my Master disappeared.
It had happened around the time the ‘Saint’ was attacked, so it was not an especially old incident. It merely felt as though a relatively long time had passed because I had so many concerns weighing upon me.
Of course, I had not forgotten. Unease had always occupied one corner of my heart.
The ‘Archwitch’ was strong. Even as I was now, I could not guarantee victory against her. But no matter how formidable my Master might be, there was no possibility that she had no limits.
It was only natural for a disciple to worry. All the more so when the ‘Dark Order’ stood behind the incident.
My nemesis, ‘Delphirem.’
She was cunning and meticulous. She was not the sort to set events in motion without any plan whatsoever.
At the very least, she would never have begun this intending it to end in some minor conflict. The fact that the Archwitch had been forced to vanish immediately after the incident supported my reasoning.
I therefore had no choice but to hurry over the moment I received word. The summons I had been waiting for so anxiously had…