Release that Witch Chapter 35: Homecoming

Nightingale is walking in "Mist".

Looking from here, the world is left with only black and white.

The lines that originally formed things are no longer clear, and the boundaries between straight lines, polylines, and curves have become blurred, like graffiti in children's pens.

This is a feeling that is difficult to explain. It also took Nightingale a long time to become familiar with how to distinguish boundaries. As long as it is used properly, she can walk freely in the fog and walk freely in the mist. Seemingly connected walls, as long as you change the angle slightly, you can see the entrance that does not exist in the real world.

In the fog, up and down, front and back are no longer fixed concepts, they will transform each other and even overlap. For example, what she is doing now, from under the guard's eyelids, into the castle, follow the unpredictable lines, step by step up through the air, through the ceiling, and reach the Anna room.

To her, this is a completely free world.

Nightingale can only really relax when she is in the "fog". Although it is silent and lonely, she likes the feeling of being free from threats.

Most of the time, it's black and white, but she can see other colors occasionally.

For example, Anna in front of you.

witch is different from ordinary people. They are aggregates of magic power. Nightingale can see the flow of this power and lost/disintegrated, it is also the only color in the fog.

She has never seen a turquoise sheen of --, a plump and intense color like Anna, flowing near her, and it is almost incandescent at the center, making it almost impossible to see directly. This makes Nightingale very confusing. Generally speaking, the color and ability performance of magic power is very close. She has seen a lot of witch with the ability to operate the flame when Cooperation Association. Most of them are orange or dark red, like a beating fireball, no matter the size And the brightness can not be compared with Anna.

If this is just hard to understand, the other point is incredible.

Why is magic power gathering on her? Why is she still alive?

In the entire Witch Cooperation Association, Nightingale cannot find anyone who owns such magic power, even witch of adulthood, which is dwarfed by comparison. If you wait for Anna adulthood ...

No, she doesn't have this opportunity. Nightingale sighed. The stronger magic power, the stronger backlash. She couldn't even imagine how terrible torture Anna would be when demonic bite arrived. The kind of pain that tears from the inside out will not make people lose consciousness, and the moment they give up resistance and accept death, they have to suffer uninterrupted pain repeatedly.

She stepped out of the mist, temporarily put down her low thoughts, and raised her spirits: "Good morning, Anna."

Anna has been accustomed to this uninvited, unexpected behavior. She nodded, without answer, but continued to practice controlling the flames.

Nightingale touched his nose, walked to the girl's bed, and sat down.

She has seen this exercise many times. At the beginning, Anna will ignite her clothes by accident. In the shed in the back garden, she is preparing a bucket full of clothes for her to replace. Later, she was able to make the flame beating at her fingertips. Even Roland no longer urged her to practice. The wooden shed in the garden was removed and changed to a place to enjoy afternoon tea and sun.

Even so, Anna still follows the prince's instructions, and will practice -- one to two hours a day in his room.

"I brought fish cake, do you eat?" Nightingale found a cloth bag from his arms and spread it out to the other side.

Anna sniffed and nodded.

"Go wash your hands," Nightingale smiled. Fortunately, she didn't hate herself, but was not good at talking. Speaking of which, she clearly cares about Nana, but she doesn't say much. In fact, she rarely spoke, except in front of Roland.

In contrast, Roland has a lot more words. He always has an endless truth, even eating a meal has many rules --, such as washing hands before meals, do not eat too fast, do not pick up to eat and so on ... Each of them can say A long story.

At first she was extremely impatient, but the other person is the host of this place, Greycastle's Fourth Prince. Since he eats him and lives with him, then he can barely listen to it. Until now, she has slowly become accustomed to these rules. I do not know why, when competing with Anna, Nana, Roland, Carter and others for the order of washing hands, she felt inexplicably a bit of fun.

Anna reached into a bucket full of well water and rubbed it. Then he lit a fire and dried it. He squeezed a fish cake and sat back at the table, his mouth narrowed.

"Are you really not going back with me?" Nightingale said nothing, "There are many sisters there, and they will take good care of you."

"Here, you can only move around the castle, don't you feel bored?"

"Although Impassable Mountain Range has few supplies, everyone is a family and they come together for the same purpose."

"You are so powerful, they will welcome you."

"I'm afraid you won't survive this winter ..."

When it comes to the back, Nightingale's voice is low, maybe it's too late, she thought, even if she returns to camp, she now has such a huge magic power that almost impossible survives adulthood. All she could do was to watch her die.

"Where did you live before joining Witch Cooperation Association?"

Nightingale startled, she rarely asks herself, "I used to live in a big city to the east, not far from Kingdom Capital."

"Are you happy?"

Happy? No, it was a period of reluctance to think about it, and it was placed under the fence and despised and mocked. When I found myself becoming witch, I took care of them like cats and dogs, chained around my neck and forced myself to work for them. Nightingale shook his head and asked softly, "Why ask this?"

"I used to live in the old district," Anna simply recounted his experience, "My father sold me to Church for 25 gold royal. His Highness took me out of the cage. Here, I have a great time. "

"But you can't get out of this castle. Other than Roland Wimbledon, others still hate witch."

"I don't care, and he said he would change all this, wouldn't he?"

"It is very difficult. As long as Church does not fall, witch will always be evil."

Anna did not refute, and the silence was a bit long. When she grew up to Nightingale and thought she would never speak again, she suddenly asked: "Do you have a good time at Cooperation Association, or do you have a good time here?"

"You ... what are you talking about," Nightingale was caught off guard, "when, of course ..."

Is it Cooperation Association? To be honest, she is not very interested in finding Holy Mountain, but there are friends she can't give up.

Is it Border Town? She wouldn't have come here unless she heard that witch was in danger!

The answer should be obvious, but why ca n’t I say it in the first place?

This time Anna showed a smile. Nightingale rarely saw her smile. Those eyes seemed to reflect the lake surface of Dawn. It made people feel insecure -- even if they were not in the "fog". "I heard Roland said that you are looking for Holy Mountain in the north mountains. If Holy Mountain means stability and home, I think I have found it."

Here is her Holy Mountain. Nightingale realizes that although her life is running low, her soul will reach the other side earlier than most witch.

At this moment, there was a rushing sound outside the door, Nightingale listened carefully, it was like Nana's footsteps.

The door was pushed open, and it turned out to be Nana Pine for come in.

She rushed into Anna's arms with a crying face, "What ... what to do? Sister Anna, my father found out that I am witch!"