Wendy opened her eyes, and some unfamiliar roofs came into view. Wooden beams hung with cobwebs, grey masonry ceilings, and a ring chandelier that never lights up. The scene goes from blurry to clear, until every detail comes through.
It's not a cold rock roof or a narrow tent, she thought, by the way, she has been away from the mutual aid association for more than half a month. I wonder if the mentor has led the sisters to find the holy mountain successfully
She took a deep breath. Although it was not as fresh and cold as in the cave, the dull and warm atmosphere in the room made her feel very comfortable. The body is wrapped in soft velvet silk, and there are several layers of cotton blankets under the body, and it will sag slightly when lying down. Even when the body is fully stretched, the toes will not be exposed.
The feeling of wanting to stay in bed and not get up made her feel a little guilty. She had only been here for half a month, but she felt a sense of peace of mind that she had not seen for a long time.
In the castle, no one bothered her no matter how late she got up. For example, now, Wendy turned her head to look out the window, the gray sky was even a little dazzling. This time is probably past the fox hour (10 o'clock), and in the past few years of wandering, there is very little time to fall asleep at ease. A little noise will wake you up from the dream, and before dawn, you have to start preparing today's food. When you go out, you are worried that the church will find your whereabouts at any time, and no one can guarantee to survive the next demon bite.
Even if she was hiding in the Extremis Mountains, she should have been busy with chores, or helping to dry food and herbs, drying the clothes of the sisters wet from the snow, or cleaning the camp, etc...
It's not that Wendy is unwilling to do this, and seeing everyone's smiles makes her feel extremely happy too. But she found that she couldn't resist such a lazy life, and she was a little immersed in it.
No, I can't be lazy anymore. She patted her cheeks and got up from the bed with all her might. After all, when they were in the monastery, the head nun often warned that lazy people would not be blessed by the gods.
Go to the back garden to practice wind control later, and blow the snow away by the way. Thinking of His Royal Highness's request for practice, Wendy couldn't help but want to laugh. Those were all bizarre requests—for example, after watching the demonstration of his abilities, he wished he could blow the wind ten paces above his head. Yet no witch has ever stretched her magic so far. Being told that he couldn't do it, instead of getting angry, he came up with a bizarre idea: put himself on a stool and make strong winds blow at the same time. Wendy tried it and found that it was a feasible solution. The result of the test made His Royal Highness very satisfied. In addition to making himself practice more in this way, he also asked himself whether he had acrophobia.
Just as Nightingale said, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon is an elusive person, but he is also a prince who cares about witches.
Thinking of this, Wendy sighed softly.
The prince who doesn't hate witches really exists, you are wrong, Teacher.
Putting on brand new clothes, her chest felt a little swollen—Wendy was accustomed to this kind of thing, and just when she wanted to find a needle and thread for tailoring, there was a knock on the door.
"come in."
It was Nightingale who pushed open the door and entered. Wendy was a little stunned, and then smiled, "Your Highness hasn't gotten up yet? You actually come to me when you have time."
"What are you talking about, I don't have time to follow him every day." Nightingale raised the basket in her hand, "I brought you breakfast."
Breakfast is usually delivered to the room by the maid, except that Nightingale often comes to chat with him after His Royal Highness goes to bed, and it is difficult to see her at other times. Wendy smiled in her heart, she ran over to deliver food as soon as she woke up, she must have sneaked in to see herself a few times.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" She took the basket, squeezed a piece of bread with cheese, and put it in her mouth.
"Well..." Nightingale walked to the bed and sat down, "Nana will spend... that day today."
Wendy was silent, although it was said that it was the first time that the magical power backlash would not be as violent and lasting as the adult day, but it still could not be said to be absolutely safe. The younger you are, the lower your tolerance for pain. She put the basket on the low bedside table, walked up to Nightingale, and patted her shoulder, "Didn't your Highness say that as long as you keep releasing your magic power every day, you can minimize the torture."
"But that's just speculation."
"At least it sounds reasonable," Wendy comforted. "Isn't that how Anna came here? Even in the most difficult adult day, she didn't get hurt in any way. This is what you saw with your own eyes." She paused. Dayton, then asked, "Where's Nana?"
"It's in the hospital now," said Nightingale, unable to hold back her lips, "I heard that her father, Baron Pyne, bought a large group of hares from Orion, and they've all been sent to the hospital. She said she wanted to practice all the time. till tomorrow."
"It's great to have such a father," Wendy exclaimed, "I don't remember my childhood anymore... It's strange, like a blank space in my memory, no father, no mother, since I knew it , stay in the monastery."
"Looks like I'm a little luckier than you."
"Well, luckily." Wendy sat down close to her, "Are you nervous?"
"..." Nightingale was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly.
Wendy of course knew what the other party was nervous about. Today was not only a crucial day for Nana, but also a key turning point to reverse the witch's fate. If Nana can survive this backlash, it means that witches can get rid of the shadow of the devil's minions, and Border Town will become a veritable "holy mountain" - one day, all witches will gather here. Live a life that is no different from ordinary people, and no longer have to wander around and avoid being hunted by the church.
"It's useless no matter how worried we are. Let's just be lazy for a day and go to accompany Nana."
"Stealing... lazy?" Nightingale stared at Wendy with wide eyes.
"Yeah, who asked you to tell me the news so early made me nervous," Wendy said simply, "Since I'm not in the mood to practice, I'll go and see Nana. Isn't it written in the contract? It's called paid leave."
…
After dinner, Nana's room was full of people - Anna, Lightning, Nightingale, Wendy, Tigu, and Roland. Seeing this battle, the little girl's face was full of confusion, "Uh... Will I die?"
"Of course not!" Everyone shook their heads together.
"It's just the first time, the backlash power isn't very strong," Wendy said while holding Nana's right hand, "Concentrate, you can persevere."
"Pinch Dad's hand when it hurts," Tigu said, shaking his daughter's left hand, "You have become very strong in the hospital, and Dad is proud of you."
The little girl nodded, looked past everyone, and finally looked at Anna.
Anna stepped forward and kissed her forehead, "Stay alive, okay?"
"… Um."