"The woman from the Truth Society is indeed crazy, but aren't you just as crazy provoking the Church so openly?"
Mr. O'Connor from the Dawn Church asked, while the witch Bella Belindel was even more puzzled:
"It's one thing for you to provoke the Church, but why drag me into this? Although we have some grudges, there's no need to involve me in this matter, right?"
The woman in the black dress hesitated for a moment:
"Mr. Light Chaser suspects you are from the Witch Council."
Under the mist that no one could see through, the witch's expression suddenly turned gloomy:
"Is that so."
"Mr. Light Chaser knows exactly what he wants to do; this time, he simply wants to invite the Church and this Madam Diviner. If you win, you can naturally capture us; if you lose, then I'm sorry, you'll become hostages."
The shaft of sunlight made the stone table where the three sat especially bright, and Mr. York O'Connor slightly frowned:
