"...Farewell." 'So Mother was right after all,' Richard thought, nodding to himself.
"Wait, you're a Mage, right? I'm a Witch."
Richard found that this woman had a knack for making him stay. "Ma'am, there are only female Casters. The term 'Witch' has negative connotations." 'But for her to say that... does that mean she's a Caster too?'
"That's just the custom here. In my homeland, a Witch is a very powerful figure. My ancestor, the first Duke of Pomerania, was a Witch with the power of prophecy! I inherited my ancestor's name, and I inherited her power!"
'A talent for the Prophetic System?' Before Richard could even react, Libus instantly pulled a deck of cards from a place one couldn't politely mention. Richard couldn't help but want to roast her. 'Did she sew an Alchemy Storage Bag in there?'
The girl quickly insisted that he participate in her card trick. Richard drew a card, and Libus stared at its back for a moment. "The Three of Swords, right?"
