The Release That Witch
Chapters 35's

Nightingale was walking past the 'fog'.

As he looked out from within the fog, the outside world was only two colors, black and white.

The line that was originally the boundary of things was no longer clear. The boundaries of straight lines, dotted lines, and curved lines become ambiguous, like a painting of a child. .

This kind of feeling was rather difficult to express in words; nightingale took a long time to understand how to distinguish the border. If Nightingale used her strength properly, she would not be bound by anything while walking through the fog. Even for something like a wall, just looking at it from a slightly different angle was enough to find a way in, but when looking at it in the real world, there would definitely be no way in.

In the fog, up and down, front and back are no longer fixed concepts, they turn into each other, or you could even say they overlap . For example, what Nightingale had just done. He entered the castle, which was under the watchful eye of the guards, unnoticed. Then, in one step, the lines around her changed unexpectedly, and she stepped through the ceiling out of nowhere, arriving at Anna's room.

For him, this was a completely free world without any rules.

Nightingales can only relax in a 'fog' world'. Despite being quiet and desolate, he would never face any threat there.

Most of the time, the world in the fog was black and white, but sometimes he could see other colors.

For example, when he saw Anna.

The difference between witches and ordinary people lies in their magic power. Nightingale could see this power flowing and fading within a magician; this was the only color in the fog world.

He had never seen anyone like Anna before, in full and intense color - an aquamarine sparkle surged within him, in the middle of him close to the incandescent, he could barely see it. All of this made Nightingale very confused, because in general the color will show the ability and magic power of the witch. In his time at the Witch Cooperation Association, he had seen many witches with fire abilities when they used magic. The luster inside was always orange or red like the clouds of a living fireball, but regardless of its size or brightness, other witches could not compare to Anna.

If this was not yet difficult to comprehend, the other points were even more incredible.

Inside him was an enormous amount of magic, how could he still be alive?

Within the entire Witch Cooperation Association, Nightingale had not found anyone with such astonishing magical power. Even if it was an adult witch, she would be a dwarf compared to Anna. If Anna becomes an adult ...

No, Anna would never have this chance. Nightingale had to sigh, as the stronger her magic power was, the stronger her bite was. He could not even imagine what would happen when the time came for Anna to face her trial; she would most likely face a severe ordeal. The pain of feeling his organs being torn from the inside out did not make people lose consciousness until they let go of their resistance, accepting their death. They will repeatedly experience constant pain.

He walked out of the fog, let his depressed feelings fade, and cheerfully said, "Good morning, Anna."

Anna was already used to the other party's unwanted behavior that suddenly appeared. He nodded his head, but did not answer, and continued to train his fire.

Nightingale rubbed her own nose and then went to Anna's bedside.

Nightingale had seen this kind of exercise many times. He had even been watching when Anna had just started practicing. Unintentionally lighting up her clothes in the backyard garden shed, she always had a bucket full of clothes next to her that she could change. Then, he could make his fire dance skillfully on his fingertips; then, even Roland no longer watched his practice, either, but instead it knocked down the warehouse in the park and turned it into a place to enjoy afternoon tea and sunbathing.

Even so, according to the prince's orders from before, Anna continued to do the exercises for one to two hours every day - but now in her own room.

"I brought fish cakes, do you want to eat them with me?" Nightingale took out a cloth from her chest, opened it and divided the fish cakes into one piece for each of them.

Anna nodded after she kissed the fish cake.

"Go wash your hands before eating them," Nightingale laughed. Fortunately, Anna did not hate Nightingale, after all, it was not good for Nightingale to speak to herself. Overall, Anna obviously paid close attention to Nana but did not express her concerns too much. Whereas, when not in front of Roland, he rarely spoke.

Instead, Roland spoke too much. He always wanted to talk a lot. For example, when eating, he will have many rules - such as 'wash hands before eating', 'do not eat too fast.', 'Do not take it and eat it after falling to the ground.', 'do not eat it too quickly. ', and so on .. he can give a long statement to everything.

Anna reached into the bucket of well water and cleaned her hands, then lit a fire to dry it. After which, he took out a piece of his fishcake and sat down at the table, sweetly biting on his little mouth to chew it slowly.

"You really don't want to come back with me?" Nightingale asked him once more. "There, we will have many sisters; they will take good care of you. Here, you can only live and do something within the reach of the castle, aren't you feeling bored? Although they are called Unpassable Mountains, you can find many materials to survive, and there we will all become one big family, he said, everyone there had gathered for the same purpose. Your magic power is very strong, they will gladly welcome you. This winter, I fear this winter will be the last ... "

When he spoke up until there, Nightingale fell silent. It might be too late, he thought, even if they returned to the camp, for Anna to have such powerful magic power, it was almost impossible for her to get through adulthood. The only thing Nightingale could do for Anna was to remain by her side as she died.

"How was your life as a child, before you joined the Witch Cooperation Association?"

Nightingale was startled by Anna's question, after all, she rarely asked any questions. "I ... used to live in a big city in the eastern part of the Kingdom. Actually, not far from the capital."

"Do you have a happy life?"

Pleased? No, he did not want to remember his daily life at that moment, he had to rely on others, and was humiliated and ridiculed. When they find out that she has turned into a witch, her life becomes worse than a cat or a dog. He had chains tied around his neck and was forced to work for them. So remembering this, Nightingale shook her head and whispered, "Why are you asking this?"

"I live in the old town." Anna once again told her own story. "My father sold me for 25 gold royals to the church, but since His Majesty has let me out of prison, I am living a very happy life here."

"But, you can't get out of the castle, and except for Roland Wimbledon, everyone else outside still hates witches."

"That's not important to me, and he also said that he would change all of this in the future, wouldn't he be able to do that?"

"That's gonna be hard. As long as the church hasn't collapsed, they'll always call the witch evil."

Anna did not immediately refute and was silent for a long time. It had even been a long time since Nightingale thought that Anna would never talk about this again when she suddenly asked, "Where do you have a better life? When are you with the Witch Cooperation Association or staying here with us?"

"You ... What are you saying ah?" this question caught Nightingale completely off guard, "Well, of course ..."

That would be the case with the Witch Cooperation Association, right? To be honest, he was not too interested in searching for the Sacred Mountain, but was interested in the place where all of his friends lived.

As for Border Town? If he had not heard that a witch was in danger, he would never have come to this city!

So the answer should have been very clear, but why couldn't he say it for the first time?

Then Anna started to smile. Nightingale rarely saw his smile, her eyes shining like a lake where the morning sun reflected, glittering. For some reason, he felt at ease - even if he wasn't in his own world in 'fog'.

"I heard Roland say that the Witch Cooperation Association was looking for the Sacred Mountain in the Northern Mountains and that the Sacred Mountain was a safe home for all of you, but for myself, she said, I think I've found my Holy Mountain."

This castle was his Holy Mountain. Nightingale realized that although Anna would not live any longer, her soul had arrived at the place most witches wanted to be.

At this moment, from the other side of the door, running footsteps sounded. Nightingale listened carefully, they belonged to the panicked Nana.

Then the door opened, and it was actually Nana Pine who entered.

While tears streamed all over her face, she jumped into Anna's embrace. "W-What should I do? Sister Anna, my father knows that I have become a witch!"