The Old Witch finished speaking and glanced again at her apprentice, Miss Rita Swift, who held a stern face, pretending that although she had heard the story, it didn't spark any thoughts.
"Mortals will eventually die, and I will inevitably leave. The apprentice who should inherit my position would be Rita. We are loyal to the Council, but we are first and foremost loyal to our teacher, no matter what happens, we will help you."
She was making a promise to Shard:
"Shard, it was the teacher who gave me everything I have now, and I hope you will treat them well."
"They are also my friends."
Shard stealthily glanced at Miss Swift's expression. Granny Cassandra must have said something similar to her, so she was not very surprised at the moment but carefully stood by, holding a tea tray.
"Speaking of which, what's with the fog this morning?"
