Dusk was adorable.
It wasn't just her looks. Of course, her looks were outstanding, and there weren't any Witches that were lacking. Even Balshan, who always treated him coldly, couldn't be described as ugly. Sometimes, when she put on a straight face … there was a unique flavor to her.
But Charms would never say it out loud.
Undoubtedly, he would only be met with even more coldness.
Dusk's adorableness lay in other aspects. She would smile when she was happy and cry when she met with setbacks. She never hid her emotions and thoughts, and was as pure as a spring in the snow. But she was exceptionally persistent in certain aspects. For example, in the week after she got lost, she waited by the platform for him to appear, just to thank him properly.
In short, everything was fine.
Dusk was different from all the ladies he had seen before. She was the most unique one, and if the others were black and white, she would definitely be orange-red, just like her curly red hair.
In comparison, Balshan paled in comparison.
Both of them were Witches.
"Hey, don't think that I don't know what you're thinking." Charms discovered Balshan waiting for him at the entrance of the depot. "You should know that we're Witches, right?"
"From the first day we met." He retorted.
"So you're admitting that you're just playing around?" Balshan frowned.
"I don't know why you would have such thoughts, but Dusk is so adorable, and I have no reason to give her to anyone else."
If it was in front of Dusk, Charms would never dare to say such words. But in front of Balshan, he didn't want to back down, and he seemed to be able to blurt out any bold words.
Balshan probably didn't expect him to admit it directly, and she was stunned for a moment. "But … What adorableness, that's not important! She's a Witch, and it's impossible for a Witch to — it's not like you don't know that! "
"So what?" Charms puffed out his chest and displayed the 'War Hero' emblem on his clothes. "I still have an older brother, and even if I can't bear a child, Father won't mind! And this emblem was personally given by His Majesty, and it's enough to ensure her future. Do you have any more questions? "
Balshan was dumbfounded.
After a long while, she said angrily, "Hmph, verbal promises don't count — I'll keep my eyes on you and expose you."
"Whatever." Charms shrugged his shoulders. "Oh right, if you didn't mention that you are a witch, I would have forgotten. What exactly is your ability? Why do I feel like you're just using your own strength to move the goods? "
For some reason, as soon as he said this, he felt that the other party's expression became even worse.
"Do you think that I shouldn't be here?"
"No … I'm just curious." Charms hurriedly waved his hands. Only then did he realize that his words were indeed filled with sarcasm. Strange … He was usually very careful with his words, why did he become so casual now? Although the other party was unreasonable, he was not a person who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance.
Just as he thought that she would not reply, Balshan said softly, "My ability is to kill."
Charms inhaled a breath of cold air. "What?"
The latter picked up a seed from the ground and placed it on his palm. Soon, the seed withered and shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, it turned into a dark brown lump.
"Any life form will wither upon contact, just like this seed … In fact, it's not only plants and animals, even rocks and metals will be affected. However, it takes a long time and consumes a lot of magic power, which is why it is usually used to deal with enemies."
Charms took two steps back. "Then why didn't you fight the demons?"
"The Witch Union did not approve of it. They are in charge of all the work arrangements for the Witches, and my ability can only be used in close proximity. They felt that it was too dangerous and difficult to use it. In the end, they gave me a choice — apart from going to the battlefield. " Balshan gave a self-deprecating laugh. "So verbal promises are nothing … His Majesty is no exception."
"Nonsense!" Charms could not accept someone slandering His Majesty in front of him. "His Majesty has never gone back on his words, this is something that everyone in Neverwinter can see. Even if it is impossible, as long as His Majesty agrees, it will definitely … come true …"
Looking at the other party's expression, he suddenly lost his confidence. "Wait a minute, you've met His Majesty?"
"I have." Balshan threw away the black lump in her hand. "This is how the Witch Union arranges the work. They will first select the Witches based on their abilities, then ask for the opinions of the Witches, and finally make a decision based on the two factors. For example, Dusk. If the use of the ability is unclear, it will be handed over to His Majesty to handle. After all, according to him, any ability can be of use in the development of Graycastle, and there is no such thing as a useless ability. "She paused for a moment." And I belong to the latter. "
Charms found himself in a dilemma. He racked his brains but could not think of any use for such a pure destructive ability other than in battle. His Majesty must have been extremely vexed at that time. But he did not feel that it was His Majesty's fault, and admitting it was worse than failing to fulfill his promise.
"What … did His Majesty say?"
"He said that in another fifty to a hundred years, I will be able to shine in the visual effects and props industry." Balshan curled her lips.
"Er … What is that?"
"Who knows. I think it has something to do with the magic movie, but I'm not too sure either. His Majesty said a lot back then, for example, visual effects have a wide range of uses, and making old products is an indispensable part of industrial visual effects … "She walked towards the platform with flagging interest." What a cunning way of putting it, right? Even if he didn't lie, that will be something that will happen many years later. But for now, I am indeed a useless person … "
So that's what happened, Charms came to a realization.
He finally understood why Dusk was hesitant to speak.
When the Witches were in hiding, Balshan, who was able to fight against the pursuers, was definitely the core of the group. But now that His Majesty no longer needed them to fight, she was the one with nothing. The difference between the two was obvious.
For a moment, Charms could empathize with her. When he learned that he was transferred out of the army, he felt as though he was abandoned by the world. Under such circumstances, it was normal for her to have a bad temper.
His heart softened as he stared at the lonely figure of the other party.
Originally, he had been plotting on how to send her away and invite Dusk alone. But now, he could not bring himself to say it. If Dusk was not around, wouldn't there be no one by her side?
After coughing twice, Charms reached into his pocket. "Erm … I have two tickets for the new play."
The latter turned around and seemed to be waiting for him to continue.
"But I have something to do tonight, so I won't be able to go …" He hesitated. "Why don't you go with Dusk, it's better than wasting it …"
Balshan revealed a look of surprise.
But before she could answer, there was a sudden crackling sound in the sky.
Both of them looked up and saw thousands of birds flying over their heads, almost blocking out the sunlight. It was Charms' first time seeing such a flock of migrating birds that resembled dark clouds.
He had heard that migratory birds had a fixed wintering period, but this scene clearly did not belong to that category. There were all kinds of birds in the flock, and he always felt that these birds were in a hurry, completely lacking the elegance they usually had when spreading their wings and soaring.
"What's wrong with them?" Charms furrowed his brows. "Are they moving collectively?"
"Shh!" Balshan raised a finger. "Do you hear anything?"
"Apart from the flapping of wings, is there anything else?"
"No, it's further away —" Her expression turned solemn.
Charms could only hold his breath and listen. This time, he faintly heard a long cry. It was muddy and muffled, mixed in with the flapping of the birds' wings, like an undulating whistle.
His eyes widened abruptly.
That's … an alarm from the north!
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