The person opposite her gave her assurance, then turned to the witch sitting on the ground with great concern to confirm. As she left, for some reason, her expression of concern seemed a bit too forced, like that of an inept actor in front of the camera.
But 007 didn't dwell on it. Her mind was currently fixed on only one thing—
No, I must not let her go!
But that person was heading in the opposite direction from her. 007 didn't dare to pass directly in front of the old witch. She could only take a wide detour before running in the direction the person had gone.
As she ran swiftly through the forest, she used her sleeve to wipe the sweat beading on her forehead.
For someone like her, who hadn't invested points in stamina, such a frantic sprint was truly demanding. Usually, 007 wouldn't meddle in other people's business within an instance, since dying there didn't mean true death.
But if her guess was correct, this current instance... was probably different.
