"Fight..."
"Are you referring to 'our' kind of fight?"
Ronald's expression froze upon hearing the explanation from the senior witch.
Given the elderly caster's usual demeanor, she would hardly bother with a common mystical skirmish, leading Ronald to even suspect that if an investigator were to chase a member of the "Coven of the Primal Witches" past her apartment building's entrance, the senior witch probably wouldn't bat an eyelid.
Therefore, the only possible cause for today's events would be the enemy invoking an ancient tome.
And sure enough, the senior witch's following response confirmed that Ronald was right.
Seated in the carriage, the elderly caster nodded slightly before she began to explain,
"Indeed, people like us."
"Before today, I never imagined we could capture a book holder here despite knowing this era was different, but I suppose I still haven't adjusted to these changes..."
Seeing the senior witch's somewhat dejected expression,
