Nightingale walks in the "fog".
From here, the world is only left in black and white.
The lines that originally constituted things are no longer clear, and the boundaries between straight lines, broken lines, and curves have become blurred, just like graffiti written by children.
It was an indescribable feeling, and it took Nightingale a long time to become familiar with how to distinguish boundaries. As long as she used it properly, she would be able to move freely through the fog without being bound by ordinary things. The seemingly continuous wall, if you change the angle slightly, you can see the entrance that absolutely does not exist in the real world.
In the fog, up and down, front and back are no longer fixed concepts, they will transform each other and even overlap. For example, what she is doing now is stepping into the castle from under the eyes of the guards, following the unpredictable lines, stepping up out of thin air, passing through the ceiling, and arriving at Anna's room.
For her, it was a completely free world.
Only when she is in the "fog" can Nightingale truly relax. Although it is quiet and lonely, she likes the feeling of being unthreatened.
Most of the time, it was black and white, but she could see other colors occasionally.
For example, Anna in front of me.
Witches are different from ordinary people, they are an aggregate of magical powers. Nightingale could see this power flowing and fading, and it was the only color in the fog.
She had never seen a color so full and intense as Anna's - a turquoise sheen surging over her, nearly incandescent at the center, making it almost impossible to look directly at. This confuses Nightingale. Generally speaking, the color of magic power is very similar to the performance of its abilities. She has seen many witches with the ability to manipulate flames in the mutual aid club. Most of them are orange or dark red, like a ball of beating fireballs. Neither size nor lightness can compare to Anna.
If this is just incomprehensible, the other is incredible.
With such a huge magic power gathered on her, why is she still alive
In the entire witches' association, Nightingale couldn't find anyone with such magical power, even an adult witch was dwarfed by comparison. If you wait for Anna to grow up...
No, she doesn't have this chance anymore, Nightingale sighed, the stronger the magic, the stronger the backlash. She couldn't even imagine how terrifying torture Anna would face when the Demon Devourer came. The excruciating pain that rips from the inside out will not make people lose consciousness, until the moment when they give up resistance and accept death, they have to suffer uninterrupted pain repeatedly.
She walked out of the fog, put away her low thoughts temporarily, and cheered up: "Good morning, Anna."
Anna was used to the other party's uninvited and sudden behavior. She nodded and didn't answer, but continued to practice controlling flames.
Nightingale touched her nose, walked to the girl's bed and sat down.
She has seen this kind of exercise many times. At first, Anna would accidentally set her clothes on fire. In the shed in the back garden, she prepared a bucket full of clothes for her to replace. Later, she was able to make the flames dance on her fingertips skillfully, and even Roland stopped urging her to practice. The wooden shed in the garden was demolished and turned into a place to enjoy afternoon tea and bask in the sun.
Even so, Anna still practiced for one to two hours every day as the prince had previously ordered—in her own room.
"I brought fish cakes, do you want to eat?" Nightingale took out a cloth bag from her bosom, spread it out and handed it to the other party.
Anna took a sniff and nodded.
"Go wash your hands," Nightingale laughed. Fortunately, she didn't hate herself, she just wasn't good at talking. Speaking of which, she clearly cares about Nana, and she doesn't say much. In fact, she rarely spoke except in front of Roland.
In contrast, Roland has a lot to say. He always has a lot of reasons to say, and even eating a meal has many rules-for example, wash your hands before meals, don't eat too fast, don't pick up and eat things that fall on the ground, etc... He can tell a long story about each one. Come.
She was very impatient at first, but the other party is the master of this place, the fourth prince of Greycastle. Since he eats and lives with him, then he should listen with reluctance. Now, she has gradually gotten used to these rules. For some reason, she felt inexplicably a little fun when she competed with Anna, Nana, Roland, Carter and others for the order of washing hands and queuing.
Anna put her hand into the bucket full of well water and rubbed it, then lit a fire to dry it, squeezed a fish cake and sat back at the table, nibbling on it.
"Are you really not going back with me?" Nightingale asked without words, "There are many sisters there, and they will take good care of you."
"Here, you can only move within the castle, don't you feel bored?"
"Although there are not many supplies in the Desperate Mountains, everyone is a family and gathered together for the same purpose."
"You are so powerful, they will welcome you very much."
"This winter, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it through..."
Speaking of the back, Nightingale's voice lowered, maybe it was too late, she thought, even if she returned to the camp, it was almost impossible for her to survive adulthood with such a huge magical power. All he could do was watch her die.
"Where did you live before joining the Witch Guild?"
Nightingale was stunned. She rarely asked herself questions, "I... used to live in a big city in the east, not far from the king."
"Have you had a good time?"
happy? No, it was simply a day that I didn't want to think about, and was despised and ridiculed by others. When she found out that she had become a witch, she took care of her like a cat and dog, with chains tied around her neck, forcing herself to do things for them. Nightingale shook her head and asked softly, "Why do you ask this?"
"I used to live in the old district," Anna briefly recounted her own experience, "my father sold me to the church for 25 golden dragons, and it was His Highness who took me out of the cage. Here, I lived a good life. very happy."
"But you can't get out of this castle. Except for Roland Wimbledon, everyone still hates witches."
"I don't care, and, he said he would change that, didn't he?"
"That's difficult. As long as the church doesn't fall, witches will always be evil."
Anna didn't refute, and the silence was a bit long. When Nightingale thought she would never speak again, she suddenly asked, "Are you happy at the Co-Aid Association, or are you happy here?"
"You... what did you say," Nightingale was asked a little off guard, "Dang, of course..."
Is it a mutual aid society? To be honest, she is not very interested in finding the holy mountain, but there are friends she can't let go of.
Is it Border Town? She wouldn't have come here if she hadn't heard of a witch in danger!
The answer should be obvious, but why didn't I say it in the first place
This time Anna showed a smile. Nightingale rarely saw her smile. Those eyes seemed to reflect the surface of a lake in the morning light, which made people feel at ease - even if she was not in the "fog". "I heard from Roland that you are looking for the holy mountain in the northern mountains. If the holy mountain means security and home, I think I have found it."
This was her holy mountain, and Nightingale realized that although her life was running out, her soul would reach the other side earlier than most witches.
At this moment, there was the sound of rushing running outside the door. Nightingale listened carefully, and it seemed like Nana's footsteps.
The door was pushed open, and it was Nana Pine who rushed in.
She threw herself into Anna's arms with a crying look on her face, "What... what should I do? Sister Anna, my father found out that I am a witch!"