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Nightingale walked in the fog.
From here, the world is only black and white.
The lines that originally made up things are no longer clear. The boundaries between straight lines, broken lines, and curves have become blurred, like a child's graffiti.
This is a feeling that is difficult to describe. It took Nightingale a long time to get familiar with how to distinguish the boundaries. As long as she uses it properly, she can be free from the constraints of ordinary things and walk freely in the fog. The walls that seem to be connected together, as long as you change the angle slightly, you can see the entrance that absolutely does not exist in the real world.
In the fog, up and down, front and back are no longer fixed concepts. They will change with each other and even overlap. For example, what she is doing now is to step into the castle under the eyes of the guards, follow the unpredictable lines, step up step by step, pass through the ceiling, and reach Anna's room.
For her, this is a world of complete freedom.
Only in the fog can Nightingale really relax. Although it is quiet and lonely, she likes this feeling of not being threatened.
Most of the time, it is black and white here, but she can occasionally see other colors.
For example, Anna in front of her.
Witches are different from ordinary people. They are a collection of magic. Nightingale can see the flow and disappearance of this power. It is also the only color in the fog.
She has never seen such a full and strong color as Anna's - the emerald green luster surges on her body, and the center is close to incandescence, making it almost impossible to look directly at it. This confuses Nightingale. Generally speaking, the color of magic is very close to the performance of ability. She has seen many witches with the ability to manipulate fire in the Mutual Aid Association. Most of them are orange or dark red, like a ball of jumping fire. No matter the size and brightness, they can't compare with Anna.
If this point is just difficult to understand, another point is incredible.
With such a huge amount of magic gathered in her, why is she still alive?
In the entire Witches' Association, Nightingale couldn't find anyone with such magical power. Even compared to herself who had the highest magical power, the difference was not much. However, she was a witch who had awakened for many years, and Anna was not yet an adult. She had only awakened for more than half a year. If she waited until Anna reached adulthood...
No, she didn't have this chance. Nightingale sighed. The stronger the magic power, the stronger the backlash. She didn't even dare to imagine how terrible the torture would be for Anna when the evil demon came. The pain that was torn from the inside out would not make people lose consciousness. Until the moment they gave up resistance and accepted death, they had to endure the uninterrupted pain repeatedly.
She walked out of the fog, temporarily put away her depressed thoughts, and cheered up and said, "Good morning, Anna."
Anna was used to the other party's uninvited and sudden behavior. She nodded and didn't answer, but continued to practice controlling the flame.
Nightingale touched her nose and walked to the girl's bed and sat down.
She had seen such practice many times. At the beginning, Anna would accidentally set her clothes on fire, so she had been practicing naked. Later, she was able to skillfully make the flame dance on her fingertips. Even Roland no longer urged her to practice. The wooden shed in the garden was dismantled and turned into a place to enjoy afternoon tea and sunbathing.
Even so, Anna still followed the prince's instructions and practiced for one to two hours every day in her room, but it seemed that she could not change her habit of being naked.
"I brought fish cakes, would you like some?" Nightingale took out a cloth bag from her bosom and spread it out to the other party.
Anna sniffed and nodded.
"Go wash your hands," Nightingale smiled. Fortunately, she didn't hate herself, but she was just not good at talking. Speaking of which, she obviously cared about Nana Wa very much, and she didn't talk much either. In fact, except in front of Roland, she rarely spoke.
In contrast, Roland talked too much. He always had endless reasons to say, and even eating had many rules and regulations - such as washing hands before eating, not eating too fast, not picking up food that fell on the ground, etc. He could talk about each of them at length.
At first, she was very impatient, but the other party was the owner of this place, the fourth prince of Graycastle, and since he was the one who ate and lived in his house, she had to listen to him reluctantly. Now, she has gradually become accustomed to these rules. For some reason, when she was competing with Anna, Nana, Roland, Carter and others to queue up for hand washing, she felt a little fun.
Anna put her hands into the bucket filled with well water and rubbed them, then lit a fire to dry them, pinched a fish cake, sat back at the table, and nibbled on it.
"Are you really not going back with me?" Nightingale said for fun, "There are many sisters there, they will take good care of you."
"Here, you can only move around within the castle, don't you feel bored?"
"Although there are not many supplies in the Desperate Mountains, we are all family, gathered together for the same purpose."
"Your power is so strong, they will welcome you very much."
"I'm afraid you can't make it through this winter..."
Nightingale's voice became lower as she spoke. Perhaps it was too late. She thought that even if she returned to the camp, with her current huge magic power, it would be almost impossible for her to survive until adulthood. All she could do was watch her disappear.
"Where did you live before joining the Witch Mutual Aid Association?"
Nightingale was stunned. She rarely asked herself questions. "I... used to live in a big city in the east, not far from the capital."
"Are you happy?"
Happy? No, that was a period of time that I didn't want to recall. I lived under someone else's roof, was despised and played with by others. When she found out that she had become a witch, she was guarded like a cat or a dog, with a chain tied around her neck, forcing herself to do those dirty things. Nightingale shook her head and asked softly, "Why do you ask this?"
"I used to live in the old district," Anna simply recounted her experience, "My father sold me to the church for 25 gold dragons, and it was His Highness who took me out of the cage. Here, I am very happy."
"But you can't leave this castle. Except for Roland Wimbledon, everyone else still hates witches."
"I don't care, and he said he would change everything, didn't he?"
"That's difficult. As long as the church doesn't fall, witches will always be evil."
Anna didn't refute. The silence lasted for a long time. When Nightingale thought she would never speak again, she suddenly asked, "Are you happy in the Mutual Aid Association or here?"
"You...what are you talking about," Nightingale was a little caught off guard by the question, "Of course..." Is
it the Mutual Aid Association? To be honest, she is not very interested in finding the Holy Mountain, but there are friends there that she can't give up.
Is it the Border Town? If she hadn't heard that a witch was in danger, she would never come here!
The answer should be obvious, but why didn't she say it the first time?
This time Anna smiled. Nightingale rarely saw her smile. Her eyes were like the lake reflecting the morning light, making people feel inexplicably at ease - even if they were not in the fog. "I heard from Roland that you were looking for the Holy Mountain in the northern mountains. If the Holy Mountain means stability and a home, I think I have found it."
This is her Holy Mountain. Nightingale realized that although her life was running out, her soul would reach the other side earlier than most witches.
At this time, there was a hurried running sound outside the door. Nightingale listened carefully and it sounded like Nanawa's footsteps.
The door was pushed open, and it was indeed Nanawa Pine who rushed in.
She threw herself into Anna's arms with a crying face, "What...what should I do? Sister Anna, my father found out that I am a witch!"
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Tigu Pine, Nanawa's father who was worried that Roland would touch her, talked to Roland. Roland was frank about witch-related matters and used the family honor to persuade Tigu to stay in Border Town during the Demon Moon.
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Roland and Carter asked Tiefu and others who had participated in the gunpowder test to test the musket together.