The Release That Witch
Chapters 91's

The corridor was covered in moonlight that fell through the window, but only half of Anna's face was visible. His eyes reflected a dim blue light, looking like two stars in the darkness. Anna was leaning against the door, with most of her body hidden in the shadows, but her outer lines were still visible - good nutrition had completely changed her thin and thin body before, turn it into a mature female body. Her body is perfect, containing curves that match her age but also the unique charm of youth.

Roland put on a calm face, stepping slowly forward until he was discovered by Anna. Finally, he stood in front of her and they looked at each other.

"It was just an accident, I didn't know he was going to do it" Roland began.

"I know."

"The others are underage, so I don't care"

"Here, I understand."

Anna reacted very differently than Roland had expected. It seemed like Anna was not at odds with him, she could not detect the slightest hint of displeasure on his face, there was only a serious look. There were no waves within her lake-like blue eyes, Roland realized that she was still a straightforward woman, she did not like camouflage and did not need to hide anything. Sure enough, he took the initiative, and said: "I cannot be like Lightning, in front of so many people, I dare not show, so I have to wait for you here.”

After this sentence, her cheeks became slightly blushed, but even so, she did not shrink back and her eyes were still focused straight into Roland's eyes. His appearance could even be said to be very serious.

For the two heartbeat Roland lifted, he wanted to say something, but he felt that right now everything he could say was meaningless. He might object to Lightning's actions, but grieving or complaining was not his way of acting, he would only express his own feelings.

Straight and hardworking children should not be rejected, he thought. So Roland leaned over, approaching Anna's cheek, even feeling her breath on her face, like the spring breath that fiddled with her heart. In a calm environment they could clearly hear each other's nervous breaths, then, soft lips slightly touched Roland's cheeks.

"Good night, Your Majesty," whispered Anna.

*

Wendy sat on the bed looking through some books.

For him, times like this where he had free time were extremely rare. During his time at the Witch Cooperation Association, he would also never think of living such a life.

It wasn't long since she started living inside the city, but she had already developed a habit to: Before going to bed she would cleanse her body. And then she would wear a silk dress, which was neither tied around the waist nor shaved. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a soft pillow between his back and the wall, read the book he had borrowed from His Majesty.

It took a lot of time until he got Lightning to rest, so after that he had no intention of returning to the back garden to continue the celebration, and instead he took a bath and went to sleep.

He is currently reading a history book on the origins of the Church.

Although she grew up in a monastery, this was a theme she did not know very well about. The nuns always warned them to obey the teachings of God, but they never mentioned the name of God - during childhood this distinction always confused him. Everything has a name, so why among all things does the noblest God not have it?

What was recorded in the books he read and the rumors he later heard were basically telling the same thing. At the beginning of mainland history, there were three major religions, which regarded each other as heretics, believing that their god was the only one. This battle of faith lasted for nearly a hundred years, and in the end, the Church won its final victory. They declare that other Gods have been destroyed, and that calling God by another name is forbidden, this is the word of God itself.

The following pages describe the glory and immortality of the church, including the construction of the Old Holy City and the New Holy City, and their victory over the evil witches. To Wendy, this all seemed very strange.

"A Brief History of the Land" focuses more on the evolution of the four kingdoms, their alternation in dealing with their power, and the political struggle inside and out. However, they still attach great importance to the ruling family.

But in the book History of the Church, there is no mention of a single Pope, or it can be said that they do the same with the name of God. They just changed their old name to the title of Pope. So in the whole book, there seems to have been only one Pope for hundreds of years of history. This is inconsistent with common sense, rather than calling it a note, it would be better to say it is a deliberate delusion.

At this moment, Nightingale suddenly appeared inside Wendy's room. When Wendy found her, she put down her book and looked at her other book with great interest: "It's already very late, and you're only now free to talk to me?"

Nightingale rubbed her tense neck, and went to the bedside to sit down, "I just finished my work to bring Nana home, how are you doing with Lightning?”

“On the way he endlessly talks about his father, yet when he sleeps, he goes straight to sleep, I don't even need to read some stories to him." Wendy shrugged her shoulders. "She always acted like she was already a big girl, but actually, she was still a child. "

"In your eyes, everyone is still a child," Nightingale said teasingly and took the book that Wendy previously had in her hands. "Your Majesty said that you should not read at night, especially you should not read while sitting in bed. The lighting is not good enough and will hurt your eyes."

"Yes, His Majesty said that.”

They both spoke for a long time. They talked about the time when they traveled together from Silver City to the Unpassable Mountains, what happened when they heard about the magician who was about to be killed soon, he said, how they survived the Demon Moon. Nightingale spoke a lot, so much so that Wendy could only occasionally utter a sentence or two. Over the past five years, the two were so inseparable that they had developed a tacit understanding between each other. Then time passed slowly until the candles were about to be extinguished. Seeing this, Wendy started laughing and asked, "How? Can't you sleep because of Lightning's actions today?”

"What are you talking about…?"

"What else can," Wendy smiled and shook her head. "Veronica, we are witches, you should know what it means.”

"..." - ".Nightingale remained silent, and even after a long time she did not know what to say, "Well."

This fate, no magician can avoid it. Wendy hid her smile, sighed and then said, "Roland Wimbledon is the 4th Prince of the kingdom, and we must do everything possible to ensure that he will take over the throne. Then when he rules the kingdom, he will be able to present us sisters with protection against the Church.

But it also meant that he had become King, and then there would come a time, where he would have to marry the daughter of a Duke or princess of another kingdom. Then they'll get a child, maybe one or several. If male, he will inherit the country, and if female he will be married off to another noble family. "

Here Wendy paused for a moment, giving Nightingale time to prepare as she had to say the words, which the witch did not want to hear, "Veronica, we are witches, witches cannot bear children.”

"Even with the most optimistic results, where there is no difference between ordinary people and us witches, the, where we can freely walk on any path through the kingdom even after the death of His Majesty. With the occasional case of extraordinary witches gaining the right to enter upper-class society, it might even be canonized as a noble. There will always be a case that we witches will never be able to have offspring. And without descendants, we cannot continue the glory of the family, so the nobles would not even consider marrying any witches. So we will get some things, but at the same time, an important part will be taken from us. 'This is our destiny, ' he whispered, "If I didn't have to tell you this. "

"That's it" whispered Nightingale.

...

When Nightingale finally left, Wendy felt unwell. But he believed Nightingale could still overcome this setback, after all, she had already gone through so many difficulties, she would definitely also be able to cross this threshold.

About this, Wendy was sure.