The witches seemed somewhat caught off-guard by Arsia's actions, and even a flash of panic and dissatisfaction flickered in Mona's eyes, but ultimately they didn't explicitly express refusal.
Thus, the silver ring gifted by the witches ended up in Arsia's hand.
After bidding farewell to the witches and instructing the Prison Director to handle the bodies, Arsia and Eden boarded the carriage back.
"Why did you..."
Eden looked at the silver ring in Arsia's hand being played with.
"You mean it? This ring the witches gave you?"
Arsia pinched the ring and asked.
Eden nodded.
"I had a reason for doing so.
My intuition tells me this ring is definitely not as simple as it seems."
Arsia shook the ring and said:
"Be extra cautious, dear Priest, it being able to know your safety means it can determine your location, and it could even mean it... can monitor you."
Eden was slightly taken aback.
Monitor him?
He indeed hadn't thought that deeply.
"How do you know?"
