The Release That Witch
Chapters 52's

Roland knocked on the door, and when he heard Nightingale's reply he entered the room.

The window in the room was closed and had thick curtains. They are only open in the morning and evening to let fresh air in. At other times the windows are closed to keep the room warm.

The only light in the room came from two candles at the end of the bed. The candles lit up quietly and emitted many shadows that crossed throughout the room.

Roland went to bed. Seeing the woman who was resting on the soft pillow and the blanket still closing her eyes, she sighed softly.

"Does the Border Town's defense still hold up?" nightingale asked as she approached Roland and gave him a cup of tea.

"Right now everything is going smoothly," Roland replied as he took a slight sip, but then he returned his cup, "Since that day, such a large group of demonic beasts last time did not attack us. Also, all of our wounded militia members have now recovered and returned, ready for battle. Their fighting spirit had become rather high. "

"What's with the broken part of the city wall?"

"Karl rolled up a wooden rod under the carapace of a mixed animal to move it into a hole in the wall. There, he would use a roller to lift it up and use a wooden frame to hold it upright, making it part of the city wall. "Roland knew that Nightingale was trying to distract him by questioning him, so he won't worry about himself too much. However, when he stepped into the room, all his attention would always be on the woman lying on the bed.

If we say that the last time we faced a large-scale invasion we obtained a victory that is to be proud of, there is no doubt that the biggest contributor to the victory was Anna. If he did not use his fire wall to block the gap in the wall, the consequences would be completely unthinkable.

However, he had not woken up since he fainted in his arms.

"It's been a week" whispered Roland.

Theoretically, if a person lies in a coma for one week without food or water, in the absence of the possibility to provide him with nutrition through external measures, such as injections, such as, body functions will die and the brain will gradually experience shock and die. However, Anna had no signs of poor health - in fact her appearance was now better than when she fell into Roland's embrace. Her cheeks were reddish, her breathing was smooth, and when Roland put a hand on her forehead, she could feel her body temperature was normal. Everything shows that Anna is in full health, but.

"It's also the first time I've faced such a situation," Nightingale stood by Roland's side, shaking her head as she explained, "She's depleting all her magic inside her body, but now his magic power was already at a saturation point, even richer than before. If I don't miscalculate, today midnight will be his adult day. "

"Do you mean he's going to be an adult in a coma?"

"No, he will die in a coma" Nightingale said frankly, "You must use your will to overcome suffering in your day of maturity. If your resistance is broken, the bite of the magic power of the witch will destroy her body permanently. . "

Roland moved the chair to the bedside and sat down, "I remember that you once said that when faced with a magical counterattack, no matter how painful it was, it was, You will always remain conscious and clear-minded. Either you will be able to get through these obstacles or you will choose to end your life. "

"Indeed, exactly like this. Within the Witch Cooperation Association we also have someone who is believed to have the support of the unconscious when passing through the bite of an evil spirit ... only to have to endure the torment once a year," Nightingale hesitated but then continued, "he said that he relied on an alchemist substance to sleep, but in the end it was meaningless .. when the time came he was immediately devoured by magic without any chance to fight back."

"The pain isn't getting any slower?"

"No. When your time comes, the pain will strike you like lightning, but how long you have to fight is different from person to person. My brother isn't strong enough, but .." he fell silent.

Roland understood what he meant, not knowing how long they had to suffer the pain it had already become a kind of torture itself, not knowing how long they had to fight - it was akin to being on an abandoned ship in the middle of a violent storm. . It is easy to let people give up the desire to live.

In silence, Roland felt a hand on his shoulder.

"During my years of being homeless and miserable, I have seen too many deaths. I saw witches being treated like cattle, hanged, burned, or tortured to death just for the entertainment of the nobility. The only way for a witch to survive is to live. I don't know where the Holy Mountain is, but in our hearts it is an unreachable paradise. " Nightingale's voice became softer than before. "but Anna was different. Other than the help we sisters gave her, I've never seen anyone else who cares so much about witches like you. He is needed by people, he is valued and treated like a normal person ... Your Majesty, Anna has not even grown up yet, but she has already found her Sacred Mountain. "

However, this was not the result Roland had expected. He closed his eyes, and recalled the scene the moment he met her.

He was barefoot, and was only wearing tattered clothes. He had been living in a cage, but there was not the slightest bit of fear on his face. His eyes resembled the surface of an uncontaminated, clear and calm lake.

He was a flame, but he did not blink like a flame.

"I've satisfied your curiosity, Master, so can you kill me now?"

"I never used my power to hurt anyone else."

"I just want to be near you, Your Majesty, nothing more."

"The Demon's Bite will never kill me, I will defeat him."

"Are you dreaming? I'm not going anywhere."

......

Roland had to hold back his surging thoughts and whispered, "I'll stay here and accompany him until the last moment."

"I will also stay .. Thank you."

After dinner, when Nana hears that Anna is going to have her adult day, she insists on staying put. Roland set aside a room for him and his father who would accompany him at night.

Like this, Roland and the two witches sat by the bedside, quietly waiting for almost midnight.

Regarding Nightingale and Nana, they also had to face the Devil Bite this winter, but luckily their magic was awakened on a different day. Otherwise, the three witches would have to undergo the test of life and death at the same time. Roland estimated that if that was the case, he would not be able to remain calm in the room.

The city did not have a clock tower, so just by candlelight, the passage of time became blurred. A cold wind blew into the window, so that from time to time they could hear the sound of the wind roaring. When Roland felt a trace of fatigue strike his heart, Nightingale suddenly said, "It's already started."

Only he could see the flow of magic within Anna's body. He saw that it had become agitated, and the cluster of green flames had become unusually rich, but the white glow in the center turned dark, while all the annoying magic gathered inside. It seemed to be pulled into the middle while thrashing and rolling wildly, but it was useless.

Roland was unable to see this change, but he also realized something was amiss.

The flame of the candle started to tremble, even though there was no wind blowing inside the room. The light emitted by the flame grew darker, it seemed like all the shadows were swallowed by the flame as it changed color - the orange-red light turned into a jade-like green flame.

She looked at the woman lying on the bed, but she was still sleeping, without even the slightest change in her face, as if all of this had nothing to do with her.

At this point the flame of the candle almost disappears - but the flame does not go out. The green flame was like a phagocytic cell that ate an orange flame, plunging everything into darkness.

Soon, however, the fire was back on. However, this time the candle flame had turned pure green. The three people sitting around the bed were immersed in a green light, looking at each other in confusion, but in the end no one could understand what was going on.

However, at this moment, everyone's eyes were pointing towards the bed, they heard Anna groaning.

Anna slowly opened her eyes.

"Melena ..." Roland was shocked, he woke up?

Anna blinked a few times to clear her eyes, but then she smiled at him, stretched out with her open right palm, grabbing the Prince.

A mass of green flames leaped from his palm, searing calmly.

Roland did not know why, but he could understand what Anna wanted. He hesitated for a moment, but then he slowly inserted his finger into the flame. The anticipated burning sensation did not come. Instead, like wrapped in warm water, it feels soft and warm.