This feeling was many times more shocking than when she had seen Ahtal deftly cheat the dwarven master in helping him craft weapons.
Others might not understand the influence of a witch, but as a creation of the witch, she understood very well that it was an existence almost divine.
No... it was even stronger than gods in charge of narrow concepts, like a goddess in charge of desserts, a god in charge of rain.
Usually, they are not as powerful as a witch.
"Is that your steed?"
Suddenly, Hecate glanced at the little mare, seemingly noticing something special about her.
Xi Mu shook his head and said to the little mare with a smile:
"It's a partner, not a steed."
"Is that so?" Hecate nodded slightly, looking at the touched little mare, and couldn't help but chuckle. It really was quite a cute little horse.
She withdrew her attention and said to Xi Mu, "Apprentice, perhaps in some time, your teacher will be able to teach you the magic of fate."
