The Release That Witch
Chapters 21

As Nightingale finished, the room went back to being quiet, only the sound of lit candles occasionally sounded.

Roland had a serious expression on his face, and he finally had a general understanding of the witches.

Most witches awaken during the Demon Moon. It was then, according to legend, that the door of hell opened. In general, adulthood is the dividing line for a witch, after the age of 18 any woman who has not woken up will probably never be a witch, she said, but women who awaken before they turn 18 must endure pain, like spirits, devouring their bodies, every year on the day of their resurrection.

This unimaginable pain caused Nightingale's voice to tremble clearly when she came to this part of her explanation. According to his personal experience, it was like something was trying to get out of his body. In every vein, muscle, and tendon, unbearable pain will appear, and blood will seep out of the skin and one's eyes will bulge out of their sockets ...

If you can survive all of this, your body will need four to five days to recover, but if you can't survive, not only will you die of agonizing torture, but also the moment of your death will be a spectacle too terrible to bear. .

Nightingale had witnessed the death of some companions; their bodies would lose the ability to support themselves, and they would turn into a round, bulging meatball. Blood mixed with other bodily fluids and internal organs would spurt out from every hole possible, and the air around the body would turn into black fog. When finally everything was probably violently removed, only a layer of burnt black skin remained on the ground.

This is the reason why witches are considered the incarnation of demons.

Seeing this scene, ordinary people would naturally be terrified, so who would care about the true cause of their deaths? In addition, the church added fuel to the fire, claiming that the witches were possessed by evil spirits, so that over time, the witches became evil incarnations.

Regardless of how outsiders looked at them, this kind of torture was real; witches were generally short-lived because of this. Every year it would become harder to survive, so many witches would choose to end their own lives.

When a witch becomes 18 and turns into an adult, the pain of devouring evil spirits is known as the most difficult checkpoint to cross. In fact, the magic that the witches obtained before the checkpoint was incomplete. Only in adulthood does this power become stable. After the stability of their magic, there was a substantial increase in their strength, and there was even a possibility to develop a new magic branch.

Unfortunately, that process of stability was extremely painful, the pain of feeling their own bodies being devoured exceeded the limits that ordinary people could bear, and many witches would die on their adult days.

Roland, after listening to this explanation went silent for a long time, he simply whispered, "In the ancient books it is recorded that the magician in the Sacred Mountain gained eternal peace, without having to suffer the torment of the demons, is this true?"

"Nobody knows this, because the Sacred Mountain only appears in legends. But if we take them to the Witch Cooperation Association camp, their chances of survival will be much greater. If the witches did not need to hide themselves, if we could live freely, then the pain devouring the evil spirits would be much weaker compared to the past. "

For a moment Roland was furious, his plan would not have worked without the help of Anna and Nana, but because of his plan they had to bear an enormous risk.

He really can't help it. In the end he weakly said, "Anna is below, I will ask her to come. If he wants, you can take him and go. As for Nana, I have to see her tomorrow."

"Thank you for your understanding, I really have the right impression of you," Nightingale stood up to express her gratitude.

At this moment Anna had not fallen asleep, so when Roland went to pick her up, she was sitting at the table copying something. He looked surprised to see Roland. When she heard he had to go to the Prince's room, Anna did not ask any questions and obediently followed him to her room.

When he entered the room and found that there was someone there, the young girl was completely terrified. Roland grabbed her hand and briefly introduced them to each other, and the three circled the round table and sat down. Then Nightingale repeated the words they said earlier, ". in the camp, and there are many people like you, they are your comrades."

"This should roughly sum up your case, Miss Anna, even though you and I have signed a contract of employment, in the case of a potentially life-threatening situation, I must respect your opinion. If you agree -"

"I'm not leaving."

Roland said, "What are you saying"

"Said I won't go," Anna said as fast as lightning to interrupt Roland's sentence, "I want to stay here."

"Anna, I'm not lying to you." Nightingale frowned, "I can feel your magic rising in your body, it's getting closer to maturity. Two months after the beginning of the Demon Moon will be your day of maturity, if we take you to the camp before that, it will happen. "

"Your Majesty, do you remember when you asked me if I wanted to go back to Carl's college, with Nana and the other kids to study together?"

Roland nodded.

"I didn't answer, but afterwards you were talking about ... living like a normal person, but I don't care about that" Anna said in her smooth and natural voice, "I just want to be by His Majesty's side, nothing more."

Roland had thought that he understood Anna's personality before, but now he realized that he really didn't understand her.

Looking into his eyes, he could not read any emotions. There is no dependency

, he also does not adore her, he can not see anything .. he can only see the calmness to the end.

He remembered the incident when they first met. At that moment, he also had a calm expression.

The difference now was that at this moment her face was filled with life, like a flower in bud. He was still not afraid of death, but right now he was not waiting for his execution like last time.

"Eating by an evil spirit will not kill me" said Anna confidently, "I will defeat him."

Nightingale closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "... That's enough, understand!”

"Are you going alone, just like that?" Roland asked.

"No, I have a good life here." she covered her head with a veil and stood up, "Anyway, before the end of this month the demon camp will not move."

"Why?" Roland had a surprise, did he also want to monitor them throughout the winter?

"I think people who have not experienced the process of maturity cannot understand how dangerous it is. I myself was on the verge of death again and again, I also witnessed the death of my friends, when that day came, I might be able to help her. If ... "Nightingale shrugged her shoulders, "If she can't, I also have experience in handling funerals. "

He went to the door, and picked up his own dagger, then he turned to Roland and bowed respectfully once again, "In that way, I have to say goodbye." And then his body slowly disappeared into the darkness, like a fog, he did not leave the slightest trace.

What is Nightingale's ability? Roland looked pensive, there was no sound or trace of him. He's just a natural killer. And from the first-hand view he had of the dagger-throwing technique, he concluded that he must have received training in it. Did the Witch Cooperation Association not only gather witches, but also develop their own power? Or had Nightingale already mastered this skill before she got into the Witch Cooperation Association?

Roland was unable to find any useful information from the relevant information about their organization and the memories of Roland's ex, but he had a premonition that he would actually meet with this organization again, as long as he stays on the path of witch recruitment.

"It's late, you should quickly go back to sleep," Roland patted the girl on the head.

It was a bit unexpected for him when Anna brushed off his hand and left the room without saying a word.

When the door was closed, and the lights were turned off, he was enveloped by his shadow. He gently leaned himself against the door, and his lake-like eyes were no longer calm.

Anna raised her hand to hide her face, and whispered in a barely audible voice.

"...Deceptive."