After Roland fell asleep, Nightingale emerged from the fog and gently helped him adjust the quilt, covering his exposed arms. She stood by the bed and silently watched him for a moment, then quietly passed through the floor and returned to her room.
"You haven't slept yet?" Seeing Vendy still sitting on the bed reading a book, Nightingale was slightly surprised.
"I'm afraid you'll do something wrong!" Vendy glared at her, "His Royal Highness is not a child, is it necessary to watch over him until he falls asleep?"
"His Royal Highness has already sent people to other towns to spread the news that there is a witch organization here, in case a witch hears the news and comes to harm His Royal Highness, what should we do? I'm just taking precautions." Nightingale picked up a wet towel and casually wiped her face. Then she untied her red belt, wrist armor, buckles, and finally took off her white clothes – this outfit was His Royal Highness' new work, the pure white hood and coat looked very eye-catching, but he thought it was very suitable for an assassin.
Nightingale carefully hung up the clothes, smoothing out every crease. Her curvaceous body was wrapped in a light muslin, her tight abdomen and thighs did not have a trace of excess fat.
"How could there be an accident?" Vendy put down the book in her hand, "There are sisters living in the castle, and there are guards patrolling outside. Besides, didn't you already put the stone under his pillow? You never touched that kind of thing before. "
"Well, I also want to ensure his safety," she sat on the edge of the bed, took off her boots, raised her slender legs together, and rolled her body to the side of Vendy.
"In the end, did you not listen to what I said last time?" Vendy sighed, "Veronica, we are witches."
"I know, Vendy," Nightingale nodded, "We are 'witches'."
And His Royal Highness will marry a witch – this is what he said himself, and … he didn't lie.
Of course, Nightingale would not publicize this piece of information unless it was absolutely necessary. She apologized to Vendy in her heart and changed the topic. "Do you have any impression of the Church?"
"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Vendy was startled.
"When His Highness Roland was in the fortress, the high priest of the church came to visit him and expressed his willingness to support him in seizing the throne."
"What did he say?" Her voice was strained. "Or did he ask you to leave before the conversation began?"
Nightingale shook her head with a smile and softly said, "He just told me to pay attention to avoid the range of the Demonic Stone. Furthermore, His Highness himself did not wear it. Vendy, His Highness did not accept the Church's invitation. He rejected them. "
The latter heaved a sigh of relief, but then seemed a little melancholic. "Unfortunately, our help to His Highness is limited, unlike the Church, whose influence covers the entire continent. If His Highness Roland agreed with them, I'm afraid he would soon ascend to the throne... "
"Who knows, His Highness said that the high priest was full of nonsense and could not be trusted," Nightingale paused. "But there is one thing that I am very concerned about." She told them about the red and black pills, "In the fog, the pills and the God's Stone of Retaliation had the same color, which is simply incredible. My sisters have all seen the result of swallowing a God's Stone of Retaliation, it is no different from suicide. The high priest said that it was a drug developed by the Holy Prayer Room in the Holy City. Have you ever heard of this organization when you were in the monastery? "
When the Witch Cooperation Association left Silver City, Cara had led Nightingale, Windchaser, and Stone to set a trap to catch the villains who had followed them for the bounty. One of the methods they used was to force them to swallow the God's Stone of Retaliation they wore. The villains who swallowed the God's Stone of Retaliation would quickly die, their whole body would curl up like a dried fish that had been exposed to the sun.
"I don't know." Vendy closed her eyes and slowly said, "As long as I can remember, I lived in the monastery of the Old Holy City. There were high walls on all sides, and I couldn't see anything except the sky. All day long, I could only move around in the courtyard, and it was the nun who taught me how to read and understand pictures. I still remember her name, Farian. One of the books she read to us was dedicated to the Old Holy City. There were churches, monasteries, libraries, memorial halls, and heroes' walls, but I have never heard of the Holy Prayer Room. I lived in the monastery for more than ten years, until that accident happened... "
Nightingale had heard Vendy mention that the monastery had been attacked by witches, and many people had died in that accident. She had also taken advantage of the chaos to escape from the monastery, "Although I don't know which witch had such courage, daring to challenge the Church alone, but at least she saved you."
"No, Veronica, the witches came from the Church." Vendy shook her head, "She, like me, is also a member of the monastery."
"What... do you mean?"
"The girls living in the monastery can basically be divided into three categories. One is like me, who stayed here since childhood, and don't know where they came from; the other is street children or orphans, who were adopted by churches and sent here; and the last is sold to the Church by their parents. The manager separated them according to their age, and placed them in different dormitories, and the content of learning was also different. The youngest learned how to read, the ten to fourteen learned how to sing, and the fourteen and above learned etiquette. That's why the nun called us the literacy class, and the older ones were called the choir and the teacher class. Once the girls in the teacher class came of age, they would be sent away from the monastery. "
This was the first time she heard Vendy talk about these things — she had never heard of her experience in the monastery before.
"In the first few years, I often heard girls screaming at night — it was all from the choir and the teacher class. I didn't understand what was going on. Until I was promoted to the choir, I found out that there would be adults from the Church visiting the dormitory at night, and they would drag a few girls from their beds, and only send them back in the morning. Sometimes... not all of them would be sent back. "
Nightingale bit her lip, of course she knew what Vendy meant.
"This would happen once or twice a month, and when it was frequent, it would happen almost every other day. Then I was chosen, and Farian dragged me out of the room, whispering in my ear that I had to endure it. I was dragged to a half-buried room in the corner of the garden. The room was brightly lit, and there was a woman from the teacher class chained to the wall. There were four or five people... "Her voice trembled slightly." When they approached me, the woman suddenly broke free from the shackles, grabbed the neck of the person closest to her, and killed him like a chicken. "
"She... awakened?"
"I don't know." Vendy shook her head. "Although those people took off their clothes, they were still wearing God's Stones of Retaliation. She killed them one by one, and one of them had all his limbs pulled off, and before he died, he seemed to say... Extraordinary. The adults' screams startled the guards outside the room and Farian. After they opened the iron door and rushed in, they were shocked by the scene in front of them, and the woman directly threw herself at them. "
"Extraordinary... Do you mean witches?" Nightingale asked, "Even the guards were no match for her?"
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