Let the Celestial Chariot Ox take forty-seven steps back.

On the Continent of Time.

The Swordswoman and the Witch sat in the sports car, enthusiastically interrogating the Watcher about his secrets.

"What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever done?"

"Which person do you feel the most sorry toward?"

The Watcher remained tight-lipped, refusing to say a single word.

Seeing this, the Swordswoman suddenly had an idea and began asking about trivial matters instead.

"What dish do you like the most?"

"Charcoal-grilled Lala Fat."

"Which spirit do you like the most?"

"Substitute."

"What time of day do you like the most, and why?"

"After midnight, because that is the private time that belongs only to me."

"What is something you dislike doing?"

"Working."

"Where would you like to go on a date?"

The Watcher actually had to give this question some thought, as it was something he had never considered before. Then he suddenly realized something was amiss. "How could these questions possibly be secrets I need to protect? Why are you asking me these?"

The Swordswoman responded, "Then I will ask some serious questions. If the Witch and I fell into the River of Flowing Gold, which of us would you save first?"

The Watcher glanced at her suspiciously. However, he noticed the Swordswoman giving him a subtle look. After thinking for a moment, he answered, "The Witch."

The Witch blinked. "Huh?"

"Now that both of us have mastered the Time Class, if we obtained a Time Orb, which of us would receive it first?"

"The Witch."

"If we encountered the Empress Hero again and only one of us could escape this time, which of us would you let leave first?"

"The Witch."

The Swordswoman continued asking several questions that could increase the Witch's favorability, and the Watcher chose the Witch every single time.

Just when...