When Nightingale finished, the room returned to silence, leaving only the occasional crackle of the candle.
Roland looked serious, he finally had a general understanding of the witches.
Most witches awakened during the Months of the Demons, which was the day when the Gates of Hell opened. Generally speaking, adulthood was the dividing line for witches. Women who had not awakened after the age of 18 would not be able to become witches again, while those who awakened before the age of 18 would suffer the pain of the Demonic Bite every year on the day of awakening.
This kind of pain was hard to imagine. When Nightingale talked about this part, her voice trembled. According to her personal experience, it was as if something wanted to break out of the body. Every blood vessel and tendon was in unbearable pain. In the end, the skin would ooze blood and the eyes would bulge out of their sockets …
If they could endure it, the body would slowly recover after four or five days of rest, but if they could not, they would die in this torture, and their death would be unbearable.
Nightingale had witnessed the death of her companions several times. Their bodies lost the ability to support themselves and turned into a swollen ball of meat. Blood mixed with internal organs spurted out from the body holes, turning into a black mist when it came into contact with the air. Finally, when all that could be spurted out, only a layer of charred skin was left on the ground.
This was the evidence that witches were regarded as the incarnation of the Devil.
Ordinary people who saw this scene would be scared out of their wits, who would care about the real cause of death? Coupled with the Church adding fuel to the fire, claiming that this was the result of believing in the Devil, over time, witches became the spokesperson of evil.
No matter how outsiders saw it, this kind of torture was real, and it was also the reason why witches generally had a short life. The longer they lived, the more difficult it became, and many people chose to end their lives.
The Demonic Bite at the age of 18 was the most difficult hurdle to overcome. In fact, the magic obtained by witches before was not complete, and only after adulthood, this power would be stabilized. After stabilizing the magic, compared to before, there would be a significant improvement, and even a new branch of ability would be derived.
Unfortunately, the process of stabilizing the magic was extremely painful. The strength of the Demonic Bite exceeded the limit that ordinary people could bear, and many witches would die on the day of adulthood.
Roland was silent for a long time after listening to Roland's story, and then he asked in a low voice, "According to the ancient books, witches can only obtain eternal peace in the Holy Mountain, and they won't have to suffer the torture of the Demonic Bite. Is this true?"
"No one knows, because the Sacred Mountain has only appeared in legends. However, if he took them to the Witch Cooperation Association's camp, their chances of survival would be higher. If witches don't have to hide themselves and can live freely, the power of the Body Devouring will be much weaker than before. "
Roland's heart was in a mess for a moment. His plan couldn't do without the help of Anna and Nana, but because of his plan, they would have to bear a huge risk. He really couldn't bear it. Finally, he said weakly, "Anna is downstairs. I'll call her over. If she's willing, you can take her away. If it's Nana, I won't see her until tomorrow. "
"Thank you for your understanding. I was right about you." Nightingale stood up to express her gratitude.
At this time, Anna still hadn't fallen asleep. When Roland went to call her, she was bending over the table, copying something. Seeing that it was Roland, she looked a little surprised. When she heard that they were going to the Prince's room, Anna didn't say a word and obediently followed him upstairs.
When she entered the room and found that there was another person inside, the girl was really startled. Roland took her hand and gave a brief introduction. The three of them sat around a round table. Nightingale repeated what she had said before, "… In the camp, there are many people like you, and they are all your companions."
"That's probably the situation, Miss Anna. Although I signed an employment contract with you, in a life-threatening situation, I have to respect your opinion. If you promise – "
"I won't go."
Roland was stunned, "What did you say –"
"I said I won't go," Anna quickly interrupted Roland's words, "I want to stay here."
"Anna, I didn't lie to you," Nightingale said with a frown, "I can feel the magic surging in your body, it's close to maturity. Two months from now, the Months of the Demons will be your Day of Adulthood. The earlier you arrive at the camp, the safer you will be. "
She didn't pay attention to the other side, but turned her head and looked at Roland.
"Your Royal Highness, do you remember you asked me whether I wanted to be like Nana, to return to Teacher Carr's Academy and study with the other children?"
Roland nodded.
"I didn't answer at that time. What you said afterwards … about living like a normal person, I don't care," Anna's voice was calm and natural, "I just want to stay by Your Royal Highness' side, that's all."
Roland thought he understood Anna's mind, but now he realized that he didn't understand at all.
In the other's eyes, he couldn't read any emotion. It wasn't dependence, it wasn't love, he couldn't see anything … only a bottomless tranquility.
He remembered the scene of their first meeting, the same calm expression in her eyes.
The difference was, at this moment, her face was full of vitality, like a budding flower. She still wasn't afraid of death, but she no longer looked forward to it.
"The Demonic Bite can't kill me," Anna said word by word, "I will defeat it."
Nightingale closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "… Well, I know."
"So, will you leave alone?" Roland asked.
"No, I'll stay here," she pulled up her hood and stood up, "Anyway, before the end of the Months of the Demons, the camp won't move."
"Why?" Roland was surprised, was she going to monitor him for the whole winter?
"I don't think a fledgling who hasn't experienced adulthood will understand its dangers. I've struggled on the edge of death several times, and I've witnessed the disappearance of my companions. When that day comes, I can help her. If … "Nightingale shrugged," If she doesn't survive, I also have experience in dealing with the aftermath. "
She went to the door, pulled out her dagger, and once again bowed to Roland, "Then, goodbye." With that, her figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, like a mist, leaving no trace.
Is this Nightingale's ability? Roland thought, a silent stealth technique, she's simply a natural assassin. And from the way she threw the dagger, she definitely received relevant training. Is the Witch Cooperation Association also developing its own strength, in addition to accepting people of the same kind? Or, did she already master these skills before she was recruited into the Witch Cooperation Association?
There was too little information about this organization, and Roland couldn't find any useful information in his memory, but he had a hunch that he would definitely meet with this organization again, as long as he insisted on walking the path of witches farming.
"It's getting late, you should go back to sleep," Roland said, patting the girl's head.
To his surprise, Anna pushed his hand away and walked out of the room without saying a word.
After closing the door, the light was isolated behind her, and the shadow enveloped her. She gently leaned against the door, and her eyes, which were like a lake, were no longer calm.
She raised her head, put her arm in front of her face, and finally whispered in a barely audible voice.
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