"The Church's people?"
Isabella hesitated, her impression of the Church clearly not a positive one.
"We have no other choice," Elias concluded.
In this remote imperial region, only The Holy Edict Church still wielded official supernatural powers, the sole force capable of suppressing the Magic Hermitage.
More importantly, they were independent of Bruges' city hall. Informing them of a dark witch's havoc in Hegrales Town would send them racing over, eager as wolves scenting meat.
"But..." Isabella looked at Elias with a worried expression.
"Leaving you here, what will you do? If that witch really means harm, will I be in time to save you?"
"Professor..." Elias gazed deeply at her.
"In a way, this is also to save yourself. In certain situations, you're in more danger than I am."
Isabella was momentarily stunned.
