Release that Witch Chapter 78: Companionship

Wendy opened his eyes, and some strange roofs came into view. Wooden beams with cobwebs, gray masonry ceilings, and a ring chandelier that has never been lit. The scene changes from blurry to clear, until every detail is presented.

It's not a cold rock roof or a narrow tent. She thought, by the way, she's been away from Cooperation Association for more than half a month. I wonder if Master Mentor led the sisters to find Holy Mountain?

Her take a deep breath, although not as fresh and cold as in the cave, but the dull and warm atmosphere in the room made her feel very comfortable. The body is wrapped in soft velvet silk, and there are several layers of cotton blankets underneath, which will sag slightly when lying down. Even if you straighten your body completely, your toes will not be exposed.

It feels a bit guilty to feel that she can't get up in bed. She has been here for half a month, but she has a long-lost peace of mind.

In the castle, no matter how late you get up, no one will bother her. For example, now, Wendy tilts his head and looks out the window, the gray sky is even a bit dazzling. This time is probably past the fox hour (10 o'clock). In the past few years, there are few times when you can sleep peacefully. A little sound will wake you up from your dream, and before dawn, you will start to prepare today's food. When you go out, you are worried that you will be found by Church. No one can guarantee to live the next demonic bite.

Even if she was hiding in the Impassable Mountain Range, she should have long been involved in busy chores, or air-dried food and herbs, dried sisters' clothes wet with snow, or cleaned camp, etc ...

Wendy is not unwilling to do this, she will feel very happy when everyone smiles. However, she found that she could not resist the lazy life, but was immersed in it.

No, I can't be so lazy anymore. She patted her cheek and rushed to get up from the bed. After all, in the monastery, the nun often warned that lazy people cannot be blessed by gods.

After a while, go to the back garden to practice wind control, and blow the snow off by the way. Thinking of the requirements of His Highness the Prince for practice, Wendy could not help but want to laugh. Those are all weird requirements --. For example, after watching his ability demonstration, he hoped that he could blow the wind to a distance of ten steps above his head. However, witch has never been able to extend magic power so far. The defendant was told he couldn't do it. Not only was he not angry, but he came up with a weird idea: let himself stand on a stool, so that strong winds were blowing at the same time. Wendy tried it and found that this is a feasible solution. The test results made His Highness the Prince very satisfied. In addition to letting him practice more in this way, he also asked if he had a fear of heights.

As Nightingale said, His Highness Roland Wimbledon is an elusive person, but he is also a prince who cares about witch.

Thinking here Wendy sighed softly.

The prince who doesn't hate witch really exists. You are wrong, Master.

Putting on brand-new clothes, her chest felt slightly bloated. -- Wendy was accustomed to this kind of thing. Just when she wanted to find a needle and thread to tailor, the door knocked outside.

"come in."

Pushing in the door is Nightingale, Wendy is a little startled, and then laughs, "Have your Highness yet got up? You have time to come to me."

"What are you talking about? I don't have time to follow him every day." Nightingale raised the basket in his hand, "I'll bring you breakfast."

The breakfast is usually delivered to the room by the maid. Except for His Highness the Prince, Nightingale often comes to chat with herself, but it is difficult to see her at other times. Wendy smiled at bottom of heart. She ran over to give food after waking up. She must have seen come in several times.

"Say, what's the matter?" She took the basket, squeezed out a piece of bread with cheese from it, and put it in her mouth.

"Yeah ..." Nightingale came to the bed and sat down, "Nana is going to spend today ... that day."

Wendy is silent. Although it is the first time magic power backlash, it will not be as violent and lasting as coming-of-age day, but it cannot be said to be absolutely safe. The younger you are, the less resistant you are to suffering. She put the basket on the bedside table, walked to Nightingale, and patted the other person's shoulder. "Have your Highness said that, as long as you keep magic power released every day, you can minimize the torture."

"But that's just speculation."

"At least it sounds reasonable," Wendy comforted. "Isn't Anna like this? Even the most difficult coming-of-age day, she was not harmed. This is what you can see for yourself." She paused , Then asked, "What about Nana?"

"It's Medical Institute now," said Nightingale didn't hold back, her mouth turned up, "I heard that her father, Pine Baron, bought a large group of hares from hunter, and now they have been sent to Medical Institute. It is said to keep practicing Until tomorrow. "

"It's nice to have such a father," sighed Wendy, "I don't remember what happened when I was a kid ... It's strange, like there is a blank in memory, there is no father, no mother, from Knowing things, stay in the monastery. "

"I look a little bit luckier than you."

"Yeah, a lot of luck." Wendy sat down close to her, "Are you nervous?"

"..." Nightingale was silent for a moment and nodded gently.

Of course Wendy knows what the other party is nervous about. Today is not only a day when Nana is crucial to important, but also a key turning point to reverse the fate of witch. If Nana can survive this backlash safely, it means that witch can completely get rid of the shadow of Devil minions, Border Town will also become a veritable "Holy Mountain" --. One day, all witch will be gathered here, and life is the same as ordinary people. Life, no longer have to wander around, avoid Church's hunting.

"It doesn't matter how worried you are, we just have to be lazy all day and go with Nana."

"Steal ... lazy?" Nightingale stared at Wendy with wide eyes.

"Yeah, who told you the news so early and made me nervous," Wendy simply said, "Since I don't have the mood to practice, go to visit Nana. Isn't it written on the contract? It's called paid leave. "

...

After dinner, Nana's room was packed with people -- Anna, Lightning, Nightingale, Wendy, Tigu, and Roland. Seeing this situation, the little girl's face was full of tangles, "Uh ... will I die?"

"Of course not!" The crowd shook their heads together.

"It's just the first time, backlash will not be very strong," Wendy held Nana's right hand, "concentrate and be able to persist."

"Poke my dad's hand when it hurts," Tigu shook her daughter's left hand, "You have become very strong at Medical Institute, and my dad is proud of you."

The little girl nodded, looking over the crowd, and finally looked at Anna.

Anna stepped forward and kissed her forehead, "Stay alive, okay?"

"... Yeah."