Even if it was hard to let go, they had to leave, because the sound of the library beginning to collapse was already echoing from afar.
The High Ring Witches didn't need to pack their luggage by hand, a simple wave of their hands sorted and packed the bags automatically, which were then carried by the apprentice, Miss Drago.
The deity sat by the campfire, and Shard stood up to see them off.
As the four reached the grand gateway of the library, Miss Samuel, though disappointed and seemingly eager to discuss more with Shard, extended her hand. Shard hesitated for a moment before taking it.
"Mr. Hamilton, this journey was very fascinating for me. I hope there's another opportunity to meet."
The bespectacled witch held Shard's hand tightly. After letting go, she looked at her palm and smiled happily:
"That was indeed fascinating. When I'm old, I will be very glad to have had such experiences in my youth."
She was probably the only genuinely joyful person right now.
