Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

There's something else outside?!

The moment Andrebell finished speaking, Mil realized something was wrong.

Anderbel immediately became alert to Mil's unusual reaction.

Those eyes, which had previously held a hint of shyness and a smile, were instantly replaced by alertness.

"Mr. Mir, can't you see those things? There are three of them, in the black mist. Although they're very blurry, I'm certain there's something there!"

Upon hearing this, Mir stood up and walked back to the monitoring panel, staring intently at the monitor screen.

However, after carefully observing the area, Mir still couldn't see anything.

The surveillance footage showed only a few swirling black mists; nothing else.

"Mr. Mir, it's right here. Can you see it?"

Seeing that Mil was frowning, Anderbel stepped forward and pointed to the lower left corner of the monitor screen.

"Three figures, still standing there, didn't move."

Even though Anderbel had pointed it out very clearly, Mil still couldn't see those things.

"I didn't lie to you!"

Andre Bell was somewhat anxious.

Mil gently reached out and patted Andrebel on the shoulder, comforting him:

"I know that the black mist is mysterious in itself, and you are special, Andrebel."

Mill smiled and continued:

"Could you tell me more about those things? If they keep standing there, we'll need to develop some targeted plans, otherwise we'll just be stuck here."

Anderbel naturally knew what Mil meant by "special".

She is a witch.

A witch who brings misfortune and calamity in legend.

Its distinctive features are silver hair and red eyes.

They also possess some special physical abilities.

As for what kind of special ability it is...

Every witch is different.

But most of them are related to the witch's personality.

Turning lead into gold, forging without damage, touching steel, seeking truth...

Most of the witches who were executed in history possessed almost exaggerated abilities.

Andebel's abilities have not yet been revealed; most witches who are hanged are those whose abilities have not yet awakened.

Maybe it's a problem with her abilities.

Both of them offered this forced explanation.

"Mr. Mil, those three things moved slightly and spread out to both sides of the cabin. Two went to the left and one went to the right."

Andre Bell stared at the screen, reporting the situation to Mil.

Upon hearing this, Mir glanced at the screen, but there was still nothing there.

But trusting Anderbel, he continued, "..."

"Have you gone very far?"

"Yeah, it's far away, already outside the vicinity of the cabin. I guess it thinks it can't get in."

Mil sighed, then looked at Andrebel:

"This is getting a bit troublesome."

"Mr. Mir...have I caused you trouble?"

"Trouble? Why would you think that?"

Mil looked at Anderbel with a puzzled expression and asked a question.

"Because my words have put unnecessary pressure on you. Those three figures may have just been passing by. My words have only created a psychological burden for you."

Anderbel bit her lip, her voice low.

Mil stepped forward, looking directly into Andrebel's eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"On this matter, Anderbel, I need to emphasize it to you again: do not overlook any clue for any reason!"

In a world shrouded in black mist, the slightest lapse in concentration could be the cause of our death!

Seeing Mil's serious expression, Andrebel nodded emphatically.

Then, Mill continued:

"Also, there's something else that's equally important: you didn't put any pressure on me. On the contrary, I felt both relieved and guilty."

Upon hearing this, Andre Bell was somewhat stunned. She subconsciously touched her cheek and repeated:

"Relaxed? Guilty?"

Mir smiled, revealing his white teeth.

"It's easy because you see things I can't, which makes us safer, at least by half the probability of dying without us even realizing it."

I feel guilty because I might have to trouble you even more later. During the night watch, I might wake you up from time to time to check the surroundings, which would mean you'd have even less rest.

Andre Bell was stunned; she lowered her head.

Seeing this, Mir assumed that Anderbel was unhappy that his rest time had been shortened.

He opened his mouth, preparing to say something comforting.

But before he could speak, a tear fell to the ground.

"Clatter!"

The sound was crisp and clear, but it also came abruptly.

Mir was somewhat flustered. He looked at Anderbel and quickly said:

"I won't call you many times. I'll extend my night watch so you can get more rest. Please, please don't cry..."

Mil, a straight-laced man, has never had the experience of coaxing a girl.

The last time he coaxed a girl was with his private tutor during college.

Anderbel didn't say a word; she listened to Mil's words and cried even harder.

The more Mir comforted her, the more she couldn't stop.

"No, that's not the reason, Mr. Mir... I don't know what's wrong with me, it's just, I just can't stop it!"

Anderbel sobbed as he continued to explain, albeit haltingly.

That's just how emotions are sometimes.

When I'm outside, I won't shed a tear even if I'm hurt, but I will when I'm with people I know and rely on.

Once they hear that gentle care and comfort, the adult shell falls away, and they become like a child crying and fussing.

Seeing Andre Bell crying like that, Mil didn't know how to comfort her.

He gently reached out, wanting to pat her back.

However, Anderbel seemed to have misunderstood him and threw herself into Mil's arms.

She was crying.

She was crying loudly.

It's being released.

They are venting their frustrations freely.

Tears soaked the warm patch on my chest.

Mir froze on the spot.

His arm hung in mid-air, his fingers hovering above Andrebell's back, unsure whether to lower it or retract it.

A warm, damp sensation came from his chest. Andre Bell's sobs were not loud, but they were forceful, carrying a sense of release, like a floodgate finally being opened after holding it in for a long time.

That's true... Anderbel seems to be only nineteen years old. According to her age in her previous life, she would be a freshman in college.

She, in this state, is suffering so much here.

It must have been very hard work.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally gently placed his dangling hand on her back and patted it.

It's like a mother comforting a crying child.

After an unknown amount of time, Andre Bell's sobs gradually changed from violent sobs to intermittent low whimpers, and the trembling of her shoulders slowly subsided.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mir..."

Her voice, muffled by Mil's collar, carried a heavy nasal tone:

"I've gotten your clothes dirty..."