The Release That Witch
Chapters 39's

Roland stood on the city wall, facing north. This past month, he had repeatedly inspected the castle, mine, and city walls in the form of a three-point circle. He checked it for every possible detail so he wouldn't miss anything.

Militias became extremely adept at handling their weapons. Due to Carter's repeated training, they were able to stabilize the spear until the Militia Captain fiercely gave the order to slash with their spear.

Standing behind the Militia was the Hunter Squad. Any hunter who remained in Border Town and was adept at using bows or arrows was put into this squad. This experienced hunter was the backbone for killing demonic beasts. Standing only twelve feet away from the demonic beasts on the city walls, it was almost impossible for them to miss their target.

The last line of defense was the Iron Axe, Carter, and the two hunters from the elite team who were under the Iron Axe. The parts produced by the blacksmith were enough to let Anna weld four stone keys. They would only fire flintlocks when the mixed species attacked or the hunter with the bow could not pierce through the skin of the demonic beast. Their location on the wall had yet to be determined, so the four of them had to patrol the entire 200-yard defensive line. If there is a need for them anywhere, they will show up.

As for the explosives, they were kept under tight protection near the walls of the warehouse. To keep everyone safe, gunpowder was stored in its three components, and it would only be put together on the city walls when needed - after all, if the powder were to explode at the wrong time, he said, the self-inflicted damage would be greater than the damage from a demonic beast. The teeth of a demonic beast might be able to destroy the cement, but if the explosives were to explode, the entire wall would be destroyed.

So far, Roland has conducted two trials, both of which included the use of explosives. Thanks to these two exercises, the militia had already gotten used to the loud roars of explosions and were no longer so scared that they threw away their weapons. Another advantage was that when the defenders discovered that the prince was holding an incredible weapon in his hand, the morale of the team suddenly started to skyrocket.

"Your Majesty," Barov tightened his collar, "We've spent most of the ore revenue in the past half month, so if the Month of the Demons really goes on during astrologers' predictions, then, I'm afraid the food won.it didn't last until the end of winter. "

"Then I want you to fill the entire vault," Roland said without hesitation, "Make another deal with Willow Town and don't make it his only one. The first steam engine had been moved to the mine, and the gravel from the collapse had been cleaned completely. During the winter, we were still able to get a bit of results from the mine. Rough stones are in great demand. Don't put too much emphasis on price. Instead, sell it as quickly as possible so that our grain and meat storage is always full. "

Barov nodded, "I'll give you an order soon, Your Majesty. Just ..."

Seeing the hesitant expression on the face of his assistant minister, Roland definitely understood what he wanted to say. "Don't worry, I've arranged the boat. If the defensive line breaks, I'll leave town soon."

"It's nice to hear it" said Barov, relieved.

Roland smiled at her and said, "You can go. After all, you have enough work. I have to find someone else."

After Barov left, the Prince slowly stepped into the watchtower. This place was in the middle of the city walls and was their highest point. From here, he could see the entire frontline, a portion of the forest, and the nearby hills. At eight o'clock, the wind blew quite hard but Roland did not care. Only on this tall and open platform could he rather calm down and forget about the upcoming war.

"You lied to him," the person next to him suddenly said, "You have no intention of leaving this city."

"Life has been very difficult, keeping a few secrets is sometimes good for everyone."

"You're talking nonsense and don't understand the situation. If you've already considered the Prince's identity a difficulty, you'll see us as what?" Nightingale appeared from within the fog. “While you are not a king, you still have to undergo a five-year struggle for the throne because you are one of the main parties. Rather than worrying about such trifles, it would be better for you to accompany Anna. I'm worried .. he doesn't have much time left. "

For a moment Roland remained silent, "I don't think he will die during the Demon Moon."

"Why?"

"He said that he would not lose to the devil's bite," he paused for a moment, "And I believe him."

"You really believe what the witch says," Nightingale shook her head, "but we are cursed by the devil."

"really? Well, I believe in you too."

"......"

*

Brian was dressed in civilian clothes and standing in front of a Greyhound tombstone.

He gently stroked the surface of the new stone, it was a pure white stone and on its surface were engraved the words: "To commemorate one of the silent heroes of Border Town."

"Greyhounds."

"I have fulfilled my biggest dream. At the end of the Demon Month, His Highness the 4th Prince will hold a canonization ceremony for me. But, I don't want to sit in bed waiting for canonization. My wounds have healed, so the city walls are where I should be. The Moon Demon was near, and the demon beasts might be strong, but they had to cross the defensive line that the militia formed, and would no longer be able to advance. I will also take over your part in defending the city, and brandish my sword in your name. This whole thing won't end. Your killer is alive ... But he will not live much longer, Your Majesty has already promised me this. Next time I come to you, I will bring you good news. "

Brian leaned over and placed the bouquet of flowers on the gravestone.

*

"Suster Anna, are you scared?" Nana, who was lying on Anna's bed, asked her this.

"Fear of what?"

"The devil's bitterness we have to face this winter. I became a witch during the fall of this year, so this will be the first time I have to deal with her ..."

"Well, first time," Anna thought, "it will be very painful, and sometimes you think that you can't wait any longer and hope that you can finally die."

"Aah!" Nana started screaming in shock, but she immediately shut her mouth.

"But you'll survive, just like me."

"I don't know .." whispered Nana, "I don't like you, so strong, and don't fear anything."

"I'm not very strong," Anna said as she closed her eyes. The scene when he met Roland for the first time appeared in his mind. Down there, in the cold and dark basement, Roland's clothes covered his body. He gently said that he would hire her - until now, he was still goosebumps when he remembered this. "Sometimes you will encounter situations or things that will give you the desire to continue living, even if you have to fight hard to survive."

"Like…?"

"For example, meat soaked in soybean paste" Anna sighed, "How could I know what you dream of?- Ah"

Seeing Nana actually looking at him, Anna rubbed her face with her hands, "What do you see? Is there dirt on my face?"

"No ..." Nana shook her head, "I'm just a little surprised, you haven't spoken so much with me ... Sister Anna, the appearance you have when you just close your eyes and think about the past, you are so beautiful. "

Anna rolled her eyes, jumped out of bed, and went to the window.

Nana followed right behind him, "What do you see, do you want to run into the forest?"

"The forest is in the West," Anna replied sharply, "Here you can only see the Redwater River."

"Suster Anna, look!" The little girl pointed to the sky.

Anna was surprised, then opened her window. Wind waves mixed with small snowflakes entered the room.

He stretched out his hand, catching the snow that glittered like a flower. He could feel the cold coming from his fingers.

"It's snowing."

*

"......"

After a long silence, Nightingale opened her mouth and began to speak once more, "You're not actually lying."

"Of course," Roland laughed, "I have little reason to lie."

Nightingale said nothing. He simply tilted his head, and an unknown expression appeared in his eyes .

Suddenly, he felt something cold on his neck, and he could not help but shrink. He looks up only to find that unbeknownst to him, snow begins to fall on the wall. Under the gray sky, there seemed to be countless snowflakes. They danced in the wind, flying everywhere, accompanied by the cry of the militia.

... The Month of the Demons has begun.