The Release That Witch
Chapters 78's

Wendy opened her eyes and found an unknown ceiling above her. The ceiling is made of gray bricks, and has spider webs hanging from wooden beams along with non-lit chandeliers. Slowly, the scene changed from blurred to clear until he could see every detail.

It was not a cold stone roof or a narrow tent, he thought, right, half a month ago we were forced to leave the Witch Cooperation Association. Who knows, perhaps under the leadership of the Way they had found the Sacred Mountain?

He took a deep breath. Although not as clean and fresh as the air in the cave, the warm air and comfortable atmosphere make it very comfortable. Her body was wrapped in soft silk and velvet and laid on a mattress of several layers of soft cotton blankets, so when she lay down, she slightly sank into it. Even if he stretched his entire body, his toes would not be visible.

She felt a little guilty because she did not want to do anything other than stay in bed. Even so, he had only stayed here for half a month but here his heart was at peace, something he had not felt for a long time.

Inside the castle, no matter how late it was, no one would bother him. For example now. Wendy turned her head and looked out the window, seeing that the sky was still gray, even somewhat dazzling. Maybe 10 in the morning. In the last years of his wandering, he had never been able to sleep so peacefully. He will be awakened by any small sound. He even had to prepare food for the rest of the day before dawn due to fear. All the time they had to live in fear that the church might find their current existence. Also, no one could guarantee that they would outlive their next Devil Bite.

Even as long as they walked through the Unpassable Mountains, he was always busy with homework. He will help dry food or plants, by drying the laundry of his sister who works together, or cleaning the camp and so on ...

Even so, Wendy didn't mind doing it. Every time he saw his sister smile, he felt very happy. But now, living a lazy life, he found that he himself could not help but enjoy such a life.

No, I can't be this lazy anymore. He patted her on the cheek to motivate himself to crawl out of bed. After all, when she lived in a church convent, nuns often warned that lazy people would not receive God's blessings and protection.

In a moment, I will go to the park and train my wind control. By the way, whenever he remembered that the Prince had asked him to practice his magic, he could not help but laugh. Strange and eccentric requirements - for example, after he saw his ability, he told him that he wished he could blow the wind within a distance of over ten meters. However, there had never been any effective magic power at such a distance. When he told her he couldn't do it, she wasn't angry. Instead, he came up with a strange idea: he had to stand on a bench, and use his strength to go up and down. When Wendy tried it, she found that it was actually worth it. Looking at the test results, His Majesty was very satisfied, so besides asking him to practice more, he also asked if he was afraid of heights.

Just as Nightingale had said, Roland Wimbledon was an elusive person, but he was also a prince who paid close attention to us witches. Thinking up to this point, Wendy let out a soft sigh. There really is a Prince who does not hate witches! Dear mentor, you are wrong!

When she put on her clothes, she felt that it was a little small around her chest area - even so, Wendy was already used to this kind of strange outfit, she just wanted to find a needle to change its size, she said, but before he could, someone knocked on his door.

"Please come in" said Wendy.

It turned out that Nightingale who opened the door and entered, left Wendy a little shocked, but Wendy smiled and said, "Is Your Majesty still in bed? If not, you should not have time to visit me. "

"What are you talking about? Ah, I haven't been by his side all day." Nightingale said, embarrassed, as she lifted her basket, "I brought you breakfast."

Usually, the waiters are the ones responsible for delivering breakfast. Moreover, after sleeping, Nightingale often accompanied the Prince chatting, so it was quite difficult to see him at all. Wendy smiled from the bottom of her heart, I just woke up, but she was already here to deliver food, she must have slipped a few times .

"Now say, what's up?" wendy asked as she picked up a cheese sandwich from inside the basket and put it in her mouth.

"All right ..." Nightingale approached and placed herself on the bed, "Today Nana will be through ... that day."

"But it's just speculation." Nightingale refuted.

“At least it sounds very reasonable,” replied Wendy, “Didn't Anna pass it safely? Even so, it was the most difficult Devil Bite, it was his adult day, yet he did not suffer any injuries. This was exactly as you saw with her own eyes. "she paused for a moment, then asked, "Where is Nana?"

"Right now he was in the Medical Center," When it came to this, Nightingales' mouth was almost agape, "I heard that his father, Sir Pyne had bought a large number of rabbits from the hunters, and that he had been killed by the, which has been sent to the Medical. Middle so he can keep training until tomorrow. "

"He had a good father" exclaimed Wendy a little envy, "I can't remember when I was a child. It wasn't my father, not my mother, the first thing I could remember, was living in a convent. "

"I think I'm a little bit luckier than you." Nightingale seductively exclaimed.

"Well, you're really lucky." Wendy sat down beside Nightingale and hugged her, asking her, "Are you nervous?"

"..." - ".For a moment, Nightingale was silent, but then she nodded gently.

Wendy must have known why the others were so tense. Today was not only an important day for Nana, no, it was also a day where it could be a turning point in all the history of witches. If Nana could survive this bite, it meant that the witches could completely cast aside the shadow as demon servants, turning Border Town into the long-sought "Sacred Mountain" - perhaps one day, he said, all the witches will gather here. They would be able to live a normal life no different from ordinary people, no longer having the need to wander around and try to avoid Church witch hunts.

"There's no point in worrying about it, we just laze around all day and accompany Nana."

"Still....around?" Nightingale looked at Wendy in disbelief.

"Yes, okay, who told you to tell me my story this fast? It made me nervous too," Wendy said simply, "Since I'm not in the mood to practice, we can also use this time to visit Nana. Isn't something like this written in the contract? It's called paid leave. "

After dinner, Nana's room was filled with people - Anna, Lightning, Nightingale, Wendy, of course also Nana's father, and Roland. Having to face the battle immediately, Nana's face was full of insecurity, "Alright ... do I have to die?"

"Of course not!" They all shake their heads.

"It's your first time, so the devil's bite won't be that strong, either" Wendy grabbed his hand and spoke excitedly, "Just put all your spirit into thinking about surviving."

"It hurts, my fingers are broken!" Sir Pyne held his daughter's hand, "You've become so powerful during your time at the Medical Center, I, your father, am so proud of you." The little girl nodded, letting her gaze look at the crowd before finally focusing on Anna, who stepped forward and kissed her forehead, "You'll be safe, right?"

“ Yes.”