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For the first time, Phyllis felt that waiting was so difficult. She thought that after four hundred years of tempering, time had become the least thing she cared about, but she didn't expect to feel uneasy in just one morning.
If Selin's statement is correct, finding the Chosen means the end of the War of Divine Will. The Scourge Instrument can destroy all demons, and her mission is over.
Without the body made by the church, most of the survivors will enter the long sleep one after another, and this time the long sleep may not be awakened again one day; residual heat.
When she thinks of this, indescribable complex feelings will spring up in her heart, in addition to the long-awaited release, there is also a trace of reluctance. The life imprisoned in the empty shell, even if it can continue, is a kind of torture. After the war is over, she will be able to usher in real rest. But at the thought of closing her eyes forever and never seeing the world where Taquila's glory was repeated, she found it hard to let go.
Two contradictory emotions hit her in turn until the afternoon.
"Are you ready?" Wendy appeared in the castle hall.
"Any time," Phyllis stood up immediately.
"Come with me."
Led by Wendy, she walked through a corridor made of olive trees in the back garden to a small clearing. With the surrounding fences and dense vines, she could only see a small patch of sky above her head and the "walkway" she had come from. If you want to leave here, you have to go back the same way.
Phyllis instantly understood the other party's intention. The witches under observation appeared at the end of the corridor one by one. This distance did not affect the observation, and also ensured the safety of the alliance members.
If there were any changes, this corridor would definitely be an insurmountable chasm for her.
Not only did Phyllis not feel disgusted, but she had a high opinion of the mortal king. At least he did not regard witches as a necessary accessory. Before he completely gained trust, his actions were impeccable.
At this point, the Witch Union's rating in her mind has risen to the holy city level. If there is enough scale and means, the witch organization that has been suppressed by the world cannot have enough influence. Now, adding their share in the king's heart, this The alliance has faintly had the shadow of the Federation.
Shortly after Wendy left, the first witch appeared in her field of vision.
It was Agatha.
When the youngest ascendant in the Taquila era summoned a clear light blue ice crystal, Phyllis had completed the observation, and the beam of light was comparable to Maisie, not the chosen person she was looking for.
After signaling the completion of the test, Agatha did not leave the corridor, but walked straight towards her.
"Sir?" Phyllis was a little surprised.
"I was also a member of the quest, and I am very interested in things like magic stones. You shouldn't mind me watching with you, right?"
"Of course not," Phyllis first shook her head, and then greeted her with a high-level witch salute, "By the way, I haven't thanked you for your help, if it wasn't for your words, I'm afraid I wouldn't have The Chosen One can be determined so quickly."
"This is also your own choice," Agatha waved her hand, "Keep watching."
"Yes."
Next, the witches displayed their abilities one by one at the end of the corridor. She placed the ring between the two of them. In addition to observing the intensity of the beam of light, Agatha also recorded the results.
During this period, Phyllis also discovered a lot of dazzling orange light, such as a witch named Soraya. The beam of light was wider than her shoulders, even better than Anna and Nightingale. As for the other witch, Evelyn, the intensity of the beam of light was astonishing, almost twice that of Anna.
In addition to that, there are Echo and Axia who have stronger orange light, and they have also reached the level of body width.
The most eye-catching among the members of the alliance is the leaves.
When she was driving her magic power, Phyllis instantly thought she saw Lord Eleanor. Countless orange lights the thickness of fingers rose from the surroundings and shot straight into the sky, like a fence connecting the heaven and the earth. A plant, they echo the magic of leaves, like a living creature. And the beam of light above Ye Ye’s head was close to the edge of the multi-colored magic stone, which was not inferior to Lord Eleanor.
The moment the beam of light bloomed, Phyllis felt her heart almost jump out of her chest, almost thinking that Leaf was the chosen one that the Taquila survivors were praying for. However, after forcibly suppressing her throbbing emotions, she found that the light beam was still a short distance away from the edge of the magic stone. The orange light reflected by the "key" did not change with the distance of the observation target. The sight seen is the true representation of the key.
Although beams of light rose up in the entire back garden, they were not the beams of light covered with the wall of light that they had seen, although they were magnificent, but they were never connected together.
She is not the chosen one either.
After letting out a long breath, Phyllis put down the ring and quietly waited for the next witch to appear.
However, until the end, she couldn't see the thick wall of light again.
"This is everyone in the Witch League," Agatha closed the notebook, "Is Ye Ye the Chosen One you're looking for?"
"The Chosen isn't inside..." Phyllis murmured after a long silence. "Although her beam of light is amazing... it's still far from the orange light I observed at night."
Her heart, which had finally settled down, became anxious again, why is this happening? Could it be that Roland Wimbledon hid the Chosen One? Or is the Witch League not fully present? Is he unwilling to unite with Taquila to fight against the devil, or is he simply uneasy about the witch empire that once ruled the entire continent
Thoughts flashed through his mind one by one, and they were rejected by her one by one. It didn't make sense. The other party didn't have the colorful magic stone, so it was impossible to hide the Chosen One in advance. And Agatha-sama will never collude with mortals to deceive herself when it comes to fighting the devil. You must be calm at this time... Groundless accusations and doubts will only make things worse.
"Night?" Agatha frowned, "Witches generally don't practice their abilities in the room, and you should be living in the Diplomatic Building at that time. Can the magic stone observe such a long distance?"
"I did see the beam of light of the Chosen One... Not only is the width beyond imagination, but the distance is also beyond the range that the magic stone can sense. It is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle." Phyllis said in the calmest tone possible. "I swear by Taquila."
"I see," Agatha nodded, "then give me the ring."
"Sir, what do you mean..." She was slightly taken aback.
"With the temperament of Nightingale, it is absolutely impossible for you to enter the castle area at night. If the Chosen One is really in the castle, I will help you find her."