The Release That Witch

The Release That Witch
Chapters 7's


The fire rose from under his feet but soon disappeared.


This was his twenty-third attempt.


And he failed again.


On Anna's forehead the beads of sweat kept appearing, but she only used the back of her hands to sweep them over, and the crackling sound of the burning flames immediately sounded again.


Without stopping to rest, the end of a routine is followed by the start of the next routine. The magician's uniform was lying on the side, neatly folded. If Anna had not insisted on doing so, her new uniform would have already burned to ashes.


Fortunately, with Roland's identity as the 4th prince, obtaining some spare robes for him to use wasn't difficult. He asked his maid, Tyre, to send a bucket of full robes, collected by the servants for Anna to use.


The twenty-fourth exercise was finally effective, the flame no longer rising from his feet. Instead, it appeared in his hand. He carefully moved his arm, to try and make the flame all the way to his fingertips, but the flame suddenly shook twice and raised his arm to burn his sleeves, it even spread from his sleeves to swallow his entire robe.


Anna put out the fire but her robe was already completely on fire, so she turned to the bucket and picked up a new one.


This was not the first time this had happened, but whenever it happened Roland would turn away, so his eyes looked elsewhere, even if Anna herself did not care about it.


In fact, if not for Roland's strong objection, he would probably have taken off all his clothes and trained naked, in broad daylight! But even if Roland wanted to get a good view of his great figure like that, he would not be able to work quietly with a naked girl, either, especially when the girl turned into fire and her body exuded a completely different charm.


Roland shook his head, leaving behind his dirty thoughts. For now, it doesn't seem easy to master magic power. The real goal he set for Anna was that she had to control the flame in such a way that she could release the fire from her palm or fingers without damaging her own clothes. However, he also wanted the fire to have a temperature high enough to melt the iron rods present in the courtyard.


After Anna's thirty attempts failed but before she could make the next one Roland stopped her and told her to rest.


Anna looked at him in shock but she gave no other response.


Roland had to walk, he even had to pull the girl's hand, bring her to the chair and force her to sit down.


"You're tired; when you're tired you have to rest. Don't be so patient, we still have time. ” He helped her wipe the sweat on her moist forehead and said, "let's have some afternoon tea."


Roland knew that the nobles of the Greycastle Kingdom did not have the habit of drinking afternoon tea and the productivity of this world was very bad, for ordinary people it was difficult to get a chance to taste such a delicate meal. People in this world were not used to eating three meals a day, let alone eating a fourth. As for the sons of nobles, they usually gathered together around this time for fun in the bar or casino.


The prince himself had to temporarily take over the waiter and cook if he wanted to make a habit here since they were unfamiliar with him. Since he had to prepare some soft drinks and they had no tea, he was forced to replace the ale, it would be important to get tea in the future ..


So in the garden behind the castle, in the log cabin, the first afternoon tea party of the Greycastle Kingdom was held.


Anna looked at the delicious snack dish, not trusting her eyes. Since when does something to eat look so good?


Although he did not know the specific name of the cake he ate, its color was pure white, and the collection of bright red fruit could make one feel his appetite increased. Especially seeing the edges of the cake decorated in beautiful patterns, all this forced him to change his worldview once again.


Roland proudly observed Anna's puzzled expression, she looked like a villager, but was also a little frightened. Although the strawberries on the cream cake were soaked with sugar and did not even taste fresh, there was nothing left of the cake.


Well, the development of feelings and talents is also very important.


Watching Anna while practicing and accompanying her to afternoon tea became Roland's daily routine, showing no interest in government affairs. Barov helped him to keep things clear and orderly.


Three days later, Barov relayed the information of the border city industry he requested to Roland's office. This was a truly extraordinary moment, the former Fourth Prince actually never had the patience to see such a complex pile of reports.


In fact, even now he doesn't have it. Roland only needed to read two lines of text until he started to feel dizzy, and he immediately said to Barov, "You'll read it to me."


He spent an hour listening to Barov until he found the error, "Why are the annual winter taxes and border town trading income zero?"


Due to the low winter temperatures, the decline in harvests is understandable, but what does it mean to go straight back to zero, does the local community have a habit of hibernation?


Barov coughed, “Master, did you forget? In these winter months was the time of 'Devil Month', the city did not have the ability to guard its borders, all the residents had to evacuate to Longsong Fortress. But rest assured, your safety is a top priority. "


The Moon of the Devils? Roland seemed to remember hearing that sentence before. He did not take seriously the ghosts and legends of evil witches, he took them as part of this uncivilized world nonsense. But now it seems that the monster is not a fantasy because the witches really exist. Then...what about other famous legends like ghosts?


When he obtained his education as a noble, his history tutor had explained the "Devil Moon" in detail. Every winter, after the first snow falls and the sun has disappeared behind the mountains, a dense darkness without light will fall. At that time the gates of hell will open.


The evil spirits from hell will corrupt living beings, and turn them into demon slaves. Some animals would turn into powerful demonic beasts with only one goal, to attack humans. Most witches were born in this season, and their strength would be much stronger than usual due to it.


“Have you seen them? The gates of Hell, "ask Roland.


"Your Majesty, how can ordinary people see them?" Barov shook his head again and again, "don't say nonsense, the mountain they came from cannot be conquered, even being near a mountain you will be exposed to a foul poison, first a mild headache, you will have a bad taste, and then in severe cases even lose your mind. Unless……"


“Except what?”


“Unless the one who does it is a witch. Only witches can go and see the Gates of Hell because they have fallen from grace and become accomplices of the devil. Naturally they need not fear the touch of evil. Calling the witch, Barov glanced towards the garden.


Demon monster, have you ever seen it? Roland tapped on the table to retract the attention of the assistant minister.


“Well, I haven't seen them. Like Your Majesty, this is my first time coming to the borders of the kingdom. In the middle of the country, in the castle, only a few people would meet a real demon. "


If he needed to evacuate once a year how could he develop this place? He originally thought that the border town was a barren land, but it still had the potential to be developed, but now it seemed like a dream.


“When we fight the demon monsters in Longsong Stronghold, when they are invincible and when they can be killed, then why can't we defeat them in this border city as well?”


“Longsong Temple has high walls. Also, Duke Ryan's elite troops were stationed there. Indeed unlike this border city, this small place definitely cannot compare with it, ”clear Barov,“ from the beginning, the establishment of the border city was to give an early warning to the defense fortress. Therefore, the city lies between the slopes of the North Mountain and the Chishui River. "


So, the city was just cannon fodder to head off the enemy. The only path they could cross, Roland laughed grimly upon hearing this.