These people who came here are all witches, Thassa didn’t lie, Ashes could feel the magic power bred in their bodies, and could roughly distinguish the strength from the weak. This is especially true for the leader in front of her. Her magic power is like a sharp knife. , just focusing on the feeling will feel a dull tingling.
"My name is Ash, it's nice to meet you, sisters of the Co-Aid Society." She put the great sword aside and went up to hug the four witches one by one... No, she thought, it should be five. Ash raised his head and stared at the black dots hovering in the sky, "Won't she come down?"
"She shows us the way," the leader laughed. "I'm Nightingale," then she pointed to the other three witches, "Scroll, Leaf, and Echo." Finally, she pouted to the sky, "That little girl is Lightning."
Ashes was stunned when she looked at the scroll. The magic power in the opponent's body was very weak, like a cloud and mist all over her body. This feeling surprised her, "Supernatural?"
Nightingale's expression also seemed a little surprised, "Can you see the magic?"
"It's not seeing, it's feeling," Ashes explained. "Superhumans can perceive the shape and flow of magic, because every part of the body has been transformed by it. I think this sister must have the same feeling as me."
Scroll nodded with a smile: "Indeed, it allowed me to find a lot of companions in the vast sea of people."
"Are supernatural beings rare?" Nightingale asked.
The other party's first concern is the number, not what an extraordinary person is... Ashes thought to himself, did the mutual aid society also hear about the existence of extraordinary witches? This is a secret strictly banned by the church, because the ability of the super witch directly acts on herself and is not restricted by the stone of punishment. Any exposed superhuman is the first-class enemy of the church.
"Probably out of thousands of witches, there will only be an extraordinary person," she thought to herself, the expression on her face was still the same, "So far, among the compatriots I have seen, including the scroll, there are only three people. Ashes paused for a moment, "By the way, I remember that the leader of the mutual aid association seems to be called Hakara. Is she okay?"
"She died," Nightingale shook her head. "She died on the way to find the holy mountain."
"...It's really regrettable news," Ashes said in a low voice, but what made her a little concerned was that the other party didn't show much sadness when talking about this issue, "Then who is your new leader now?"
"Let's go back to Border Town and talk slowly," she smiled. "You'll see him soon."
…
After the group entered the town, Ashes discovered something was wrong. The witches of the Co-Aid Association actually held torches and walked down the street openly. And even after nightfall, the town is not dead silent. The paper windows of many residents reveal a faint firelight. If you listen carefully, there are bursts of children reading aloud.
Although candles can't be said to be expensive, civilians have limited savings and will never use them easily unless necessary. It is an unbelievable sight that so many residents can light candles in the town at night. With the sound of each word, are they teaching children to learn to read
But the other party didn't mention it, and she didn't bother to ask. Anyway, this is not a place to live for a long time, all she has to do is to take everyone away as soon as possible.
Passing through the crisscrossing streets, the group got closer and closer to the castle area, Ashes could already see the dark walls and guards standing guard in the night. "Where are we going?" she couldn't help but say.
"Border Town Castle, it's almost here." It was Nightingale who answered her.
"Wait," she couldn't help but slow down, "that's where the lord lives."
"Well, it's also the home of witches."
"Did you reach an agreement with the lord?" Ash frowned. No matter how powerful the Mutual Aid Society is in the local area, it is still difficult to compete head-on with the lord and the church who possess the Stone of God's Punishment. Therefore, the only possibility is cooperation, which is also one of the survival ways for some witches to grope. It's a pity that most of the lords are reluctant to sit down and negotiate conditions fairly in the face of the disadvantaged group of witches.
"Forget it," Nightingale's tone did not contain much unwillingness to be oppressed, but instead seemed to enjoy it, "At least we have all signed a contract with His Highness."
Ashes couldn't be happy for them. A contract, something written with pen and paper, was not binding. When the lord was tired of giving or wanted to end an equal relationship, he just had to crumple it up and throw it into the fireplace. No one will fight for the witches, their status is like a lonely boat in the sea, and there is a danger of overturning at any time.
Fortunately, she came, she thought, and took them away from here to the other side of the sea. There are homes built by witches themselves, safe from church and worldly threats.
After passing through the castle gate, the guards were accustomed to the appearance of witches and greeted each other.
Compared with the palace of the royal capital, the lord castle here is undoubtedly much smaller and darker. There were only a few solitary torches hanging on the wall of the aisle, and the flickering light could not cover the entire slate floor, and walking in it felt a little depressing. It was not until entering the living room that the fire suddenly brightened.
In the hall, Ashes saw more witches. They seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. When they saw their appearance, they applauded to show their welcome. Nightingale took two steps forward and was about to give a brief introduction when a witch suddenly rushed over.
"Wendy!" someone shouted.
Ashes noticed the other party's actions, but did not take any countermeasures. She could feel the other party's surprise and joy, but there was no hostility. Soon, a warm body embraced her.
"You actually survived," the other party's voice was full of excitement, "Thank you for saving me at that time."
Ashes was startled, "You are..."
"My name is Wendy," she let go of her hands and looked directly into Ash's eyes, "that choir girl. Do you remember me?"
…
In the bedroom on the second floor, only Ashes and Wendy were left.
She didn't expect to meet her convent companions here.
It's a bit reluctant to say that she is a partner. If it wasn't for that night, she would not have had an intersection with Wendy at all. In fact, at that time, she did not pay attention to the buried room, and there was another unfortunate person who was forcibly dragged in like her. By. He would never have imagined that the other party would also become a witch in the end.
"After I escaped from the monastery, I settled down in Haifeng County." Wendy said after a long silence. "I later found out that there seemed to be a fire in the monastery that day, and the whereabouts of the children were unknown."
"The fire?" Ash shook his head, "that was done by the church itself, to cover up this scandal. I killed some of the administrators and the Judgment Army who tried to stop me until... the church's God's Punishment Army arrived. Their scars are left by them, if I hadn't decided to run away, I would have died there when the God's Punishment Army arrived."
"God's Punishment Army..." Wendy repeated with wide eyes, "what is that?" (. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Please come. )