"Yes, of course I understand."
The young witch nodded slightly, knowing that there was a threat in Miss Carina's words:
"I have no ill will towards Mr. Hamilton, but I want to confirm his situation..."
"We don't know the cause yet, but what is certain is that it cannot be replicated."
"That's good."
Miss Sylvia nodded, her brows still furrowed, and looked at Xia De who was wiping his lips:
"But how could this be?"
Only by becoming a great witch can one know what the witch system means. As a price, the curse that witches bear should never have loopholes like Shade's:
"Ms. Carina, are you sure this gentleman is a man?"
"Yes, he even slept with my great-niece. I have checked his hair and blood and I am sure he is an ordinary human and has no special alien blood."
After hearing what Miss Carina said, Miss Sylvia stopped asking questions, but it was obvious that she was more concerned about the reason for this phenomenon than whether Shade's existence would affect the Witch Council.
Miss Carina did not speak again. Tifa stood quietly behind her. Shade was holding Mia and suddenly thought of how he brought the cat with him. Mia squinted her eyes as Shade held her. Miss Sylvia hesitated for a moment and asked again:
"Mr. Hamilton, I remember you said during the day that you can use the power of time and space."
"Yes, my core spiritual rune is time and space."
The witch blinked:
"I have a friend at St. Byron's Comprehensive College. I heard a rumor this summer that a correspondence student with the Spacetime Spirit Rune was enrolled in the History College. So it was you?"
"Yes, I..."
"Now is not the time to discuss this."
Miss Carina interrupted, looking at Miss Sylvia:
"What do you think of Shade's existence?"
The latter immediately understood the meaning of this sentence and looked at Xia De hesitantly again:
"I will not reveal his existence to other members of the parliament, but I hope Mr. Hamilton can cooperate with me in some research on space. Today in Huntington City, the space magic he used that I sensed through a wall was different from what I knew."
Then he added:
"Duke, you should also hope that Mr. Hamilton can go further on the path of a ring wizard, right?"
"So, that's all you ask for?"
Miss Carina actually seemed a little disappointed.
"What do you want from me, Duke?"
Miss Carina thought for a moment:
"That's right. This is normal when I vouch for him, clearly show intimacy, and he is valuable to you."
"Besides, I am the last seat in the parliament. It is not my place to get involved in something that could shake the foundation of the parliament."
Miss Sylvia said cautiously, and Miss Carina nodded with little interest:
"It's simpler than I thought. However, since you promised to keep Shade's secret, I think we can get closer... Are you interested in accepting my investment?"
She suggested, and Shade clearly saw that Miss Sylvia showed an interested expression, but she still did not agree immediately, but pursed her lips and said softly:
"I'll think about it, Duke."
"No problem. You can talk to me about this when you get to Tobesk. However, Shade has something to ask you."
She looked at Shad, who had mentioned this matter during dinner at the manor.
"Madam, what is your relationship with Marguerite d'Anjou?"
Miss Sylvia tapped her fingers on the table and recalled:
"After she returned to the United Kingdom from Suxes three years ago, I became the princess's tutor, responsible for math, dance, etiquette and other courses. In addition, I deliberately let her discover my identity as a ring wizard and gave her the power of a witch. Margaret Anjou knew that I belonged to the Witch Council, but she was not very accustomed to the power of a witch, and she did not have a talent for space, so I did not plan to train her as an apprentice."
Being granted the power of a witch by the Great Witch means being under her control, so there is no need to worry about the princess betraying you.
"This is the first time I've heard you mention this. I didn't expect you to be so close to the Angevin royal family. But three years ago? That's when your teacher died in the accident in the New World... Giving her the power of a witch, are you planning to use her to influence the Angevin royal family?"
Miss Carina asked curiously, and Miss Sylvia hesitated:
"It's not an influence, it's just an investment. The bloodline of the Anjou family is not as prosperous as that of the Cavendish family. Margaret's inheritance right is fifth, and I happened to be her tutor... She is very capable. Even if she cannot become the queen in the future, she will definitely influence the political arena of the United Kingdom. It is very likely that she will become a powerful duke like you."
Xia De listened with some surprise, and sighed in his heart that the great witches of the Witch Council were indeed women with both power and ambition.
"This is indeed a good investment, but the True God Church protects the safety of the human royal family, so you must be careful not to be targeted by the church."
Miss Carina reminded again, Miss Sylvia thanked her softly, and Shade asked again:
"In other words, your relationship with her is not particularly close?"
Miss Sylvia nodded:
"At least not as close as the one between the Great Witch and her apprentice."
She glanced at Tifa and added:
"But I am her teacher after all, and I have given her a lot of help in her studies as a ring sorcerer. She will not refuse my general requests."
Xia De nodded:
"Would you be able to obtain a book from her? At least copy out some of the contents. It is the Secret of Immortality that Princess Margaret borrowed from Suxeth."
"Is there anything special about that book?"
Miss Carina asked, something Shade had not mentioned just now.
"Yes, that book was once a collection of the Witch Queen. There is a high probability that the contents of pages 5 to 8 contain fragments of poems."
This was a task given by Mr. Edmund. Shade had to use these contents to exchange for a third of the time secret tablet. But now it seemed that if the witches were asked to help with this task, everyone would get what they wanted.
"What? Fragments of poetry?"
Miss Sylvia looked at Miss Carina inquiringly. Miss Carina already knew that Shade was also pursuing the Chosen One, so she was not particularly surprised:
"Shad is always so well-informed. If that's the case, Sylvia, you must get the book. Don't make a copy, just bring it to the parliament, and the Speaker will be very satisfied."
Miss Sylvia also understood the importance of the book to Parliament:
"If it is a fragment of poetry, yes, I will bring it with me. It is worth the risk. However, I cannot do so until we reach Tobysk at least. I do not want to cause any trouble before the delegation leaves."
"It doesn't matter, just do it as soon as possible. Although this information was provided by Xia De, all the credit belongs to you, so I won't get involved."
The red-haired witch added that it was as if she had used Shade's information to do someone a favor, and at the same time, it had strengthened the relationship between them.
"Thank you for your generosity, Duke."
Miss Sylvia said softly, and then asked Xiang Xiade:
"Mr. Hamilton, do you have time to meet tomorrow morning? I have some questions about the space magic you use."
"OK."
Miss Sylvia informed Shade of the time and place of tomorrow's meeting, and then left the parliament. Shade and Miss Carina did not stay long, but returned to the study room of the manor in the southern suburbs of Tobesk. Shade was still thinking about his relationship with the new witch, and Miss Carina smiled and said:
"Sylvia, it's definitely not just an investment in Margaret of Anjou."
"Does she really want to help the princess fight for the throne? Putting aside Serksais's reaction, can she really avoid being discovered by the church?"
"What if we could just help with ordinary people's means?"
Miss Carina hummed and asked Tifa to prepare some snacks:
"Young Sylvia is smarter and more capable than most people I know. Relying on the influence of the great witches in the parliament, plus her long-term mental influence and control over Margaret Anjou... Don't get me wrong, I mean hinting. In short, given the current situation in Carsenrick, she may succeed. At least, the probability of Lesia becoming the queen of Delarion is much greater."
Because the Cavendish royal family of the Kingdom of Delarion has too many descendants, and most of them are very capable.
Shade held Mia, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and hesitated for a long time. He waited for Tifa and the maids to come over with plates before asking:
"Council, isn't this really a conspiracy to control the world?"
After asking, he also laughed:
"It just feels like the Witch Council of the Sixth Epoch has inherited the Council of the Fifth Epoch and wants to recreate its past glory."
"Have you ever met the Fifth Age Council members?"
Miss Carina asked curiously, and Shade recalled:
"No, the Miss Feliana I know is only an alternate member of parliament."
"The great witches of the Fifth Epoch should know more about the Council. When you travel through the past and occasionally encounter them, you can ask them some similar questions."
"Speaking of which, you have been wanting me to meet Miss Feliana again. What question do you want to ask?"
Shade talked about this again:
"The key I will be opening in a few days will be in the year 5177 of the Fifth Era, which is the end of the Fifth Era."
"I want to ask about the news of 'Demi-God'."
"Demigod?"
Shade was puzzled, and even Tifa, who came over with a tray of tea, blinked in confusion.
The Duchess shook her head, resting her left hand on the soft armrest of the sofa, and lazily looked at the starry sky outside the window:
"Shade, you once told me about the witch in the God's Wine Party. She sought help from the evil god for power."
"Yes."
"I am also pursuing power. Not only am I pursuing the eleventh ring to the twelfth or even thirteenth ring, I am longing for a higher power. That legendary, true limit of mortals. And in the distant fifth era, Mana Felena was one of the few people who had truly come into contact with that power."
The Duchess's delicate face slightly turned upward, and she raised her right hand towards the window, as if she wanted to catch the moons in the distant starry sky. Her red lips moved slightly, and she sang out her thoughts at the moment in a low tone like the ending of an opera:
"That is the real power."
The great witches of the Witch Council all have their own ambitions... and the witches' singing voices are really beautiful.