The Release That Witch
Chapters 6's

In the garden of the back castle stood a single hut, surrounded by a wooden fence. The cottage was built of clay bricks and the soil was filled with loess, a mixture of sand, mud and clay. There is also a pond in front of the hut with a circumference of approximately nine and a half meters and with a pond filled with the appropriate amount of river water, the, this environment was not only difficult to burn but also had a certain artificial flavor, it seemed to be taken from a dream. The pile on the ground was several iron rods, these came from the blacksmith and were placed there by Carter.

The pool was very charming, Roland instantly liked this place, but for the laboratory, this place was still too rough. Roland shook his head, realizing that using some random materials and making it into a perfect lab was impossible. If he could find a suitable place in the future and gather all the resources, he would ask Barov to start making it a workshop.

Calling Anna, who had been resting in the cottage, Roland asked, “How are you? Did you sleep well?"

Seeing the flustered Anna that had appeared, Roland smiled.

The witch Roland saw now and the witch he saw yesterday looked like two completely different people. After a thorough cleaning, her light yellow long hair covered her shoulders like a scarf and had a soft, lustrous shine. Although his skin was unkempt due to his rough life as an ordinary person, his youth was made up for it, and the thin dust from the spots present at the base of his nose added youthful vitality to his face. His body was still thin and it seemed like a strong wind could push him down, but his cheeks with a reddish color and bruises and marks on his neck had faded a lot since yesterday. Roland suspected that the witches were receiving increased physical abilities in addition to their magic. At least Anna's recovery rate should be much faster than most people.

"Initially, since you're going through so many bad things, you should be allowed to rest a few days, but our current needs are very urgent, so I'll compensate you later," roland said before telling the girl to turn around. “This dress, is it fitting?”

Anna now wears clothes she carefully chooses from a variety of styles, all to satisfy her lewd tastes. The full protective clothing worn by the iron workers was too thick and unsuitable for him, while the robes that many magicians wore in the game looked elegant and classy, too, in real life they limit the mobility of the wearer and will quickly turn to ashes. . For the maid dress, hey, is there a better outfit than this?

Even if this world did not have modern servant clothes yet it was no big deal, ordinary servant clothes were the basis of the later generations. So Roland immediately took out a set of clothes from Tyre and cut them to Anna's size, shortened her skirt, changed her long sleeves into short sleeves, made the round neck collar fold and then tied it into a bow, so that created a new witch uniform.

It is combined with a magician hat (customized), black boots (ready to wear), as well as a knee-length robe (ordered). In the past, Roland could only see this type of costume in movies, but right now, someone was standing in front of him, looking very much like a witch of earth lore.

Your Majesty, you ... What should I do for you? Anna asked.

Anna really could not keep up with the idea of the great man in front of her, she felt that she was losing her ability to judge the situation. Dragged out of a dungeon with a bag over his head, he is certain he will soon be freed from his cursed life. But after removing the headgear, Anna found herself not looking at the gallows or the guillotine, but a magnificent room. Then a group of people flooded in, undressed and bathed him. From the armpits to the toes, nothing is left without a polish.

Furthermore, it was the dressing room, Anna did not expect that she would need all these dresses to serve someone. He also never knew that the actual clothes could be so comfortable, as it was gently placed on his body, perhaps to feel the slightest friction.

Finally, a white-bearded old man had entered the room, and after he ordered everyone to come out, he had placed a contract in front of him. At this moment Anna realized, the man who said he wanted to hire her in the dungeon was actually the 4th Prince of this kingdom. When he said he wanted to hire her, it was no joke. The contract clearly stated that if he worked for the prince, he would be paid the king of gold every month.

Of course, Anna knew what it meant to receive a month's gold empire, her father, who had worked in the mines all day, had set his salary based on the amount of ore he could mine, but the best catch he ever had was that it only cost one silver kingdom. A hundred silver nobles can be turned into a golden king, and even this depends on the purity of the silver nobility. So, his duty was to accompany the prince while sleeping? While she was taking a bath, Anna had heard the servants whispering, but she did not think she was worth this price. With his blood tainted by demons, he was a person filled with filthiness. After he was revealed everyone knew his true identity, even if the prince's curiosity was very strong, even if he wasn't afraid of the demons, he wouldn't have to pay for it at all.

But that night, no one came, and he fell asleep. It was the softest bed Anna had ever slept in, so she simply lay down and fell asleep immediately. The next day when he opened his eyes it was noon, lunch was served in his room, bread with cheese and meat delivered. Before, he was clearly prepared to die. He had even decided to willingly give up his life to atone for his "sins". It was her original thought, but after tasting the sumptuous meal, Anna was unable to endure it, tears began to flow.

Anna felt that if she could eat this food every day, even if the demons attacked her body, she would have more courage to fight back, right?

Now standing in a garden that resembled this old temple, unlike her prison cell, Anna secretly made up her mind. Since the other party needed it, so whether it was going to be wearing strange clothes, or even using overwhelming demonic power, he was willing to give it a try. So he repeated his question, but this time, he did not hesitate.

Your Majesty, what do you need me for?

“Currently, I want you to learn to control your own power, try it repeatedly until you can send fire and receive it back freely.”

“You mean devil-”

"No, no, Miss Anna," Roland interrupted, "this is your strength." The witch blinked with her eyes, her big and beautiful blue eyes.

"Most people in the world have the misconception that the powers of the witches belong to the demons, that they are very evil, when, in fact, they are wrong," Roland bent his body and looked into his eyes with his own eyes. the same level. “But you already know that, right?”

Roland remembered Anna's laughter in the dungeon, would a person who felt himself evil would laugh with such self-deprecation?

"I don't use my power to hurt others" he murmured, "Except for the looter."

“Self-defense is not a sin, you are doing the right thing. People are afraid of you because they don't understand you, they just know that by training witches can be powerful warriors, but they don't know how to be witches. The unknown power is always terrifying. “

“You are not afraid,” Anna said.

"Because I know your strength is yours," Roland laughed, "but if the robber has incredible strength, I won't calmly stand in front of him."

“Alright, let's start,” he said.