"Welcome to the Witch Union!" In the hall, a group of colorful witches of different ages toasted and laughed.
"Thank, thank you." Lucia felt her eyes were wet again. She sniffed and resisted the urge to cry. She raised the cup and drank the ale. It was not as bitter as she remembered, but with a slight sweetness in the aroma.
After meeting the Lord, with the help of Nightingale, she gave herself and Bell a hot bath and put on a set of clean clothes. After settling her sister down, Lucia followed Nightingale back to the castle hall. Here, the witches held a welcome banquet for her.
It was the first time that Lucia had seen so many of her own kind, and the last bit of doubt in her heart dissipated. If a witch was imprisoned here or forced to serve the Lord, she would not be able to show such a light and bright smile.
Thinking of Nightingale's words that this was the home of witches, Lucia suddenly empathized with them. Compared to those witches who had their identities exposed and were hunted down by the Church, it was not easy to have a safe and comfortable place to live. Ever since Valencia was attacked by the thugs, in just over a month, she had suffered all the hardships of being a vagabond. The warm welcome of the Witch Union made her finally relax a little.
At the same time, she also saw how magical a banquet started and attended by all witches could be.
The black flame instantly roasted the steak, but the wooden basin in which it was placed was not damaged.
A little girl with short blond hair flew in the air, holding a jug of wine and filling everyone's cup.
The witches, who looked like aliens, simulated a variety of musical instruments and finally gathered into a beautiful piece of music.
...
Under Nightingale's introduction, Lucia quickly remembered everyone's name and unconsciously integrated into the group. The sadness in her heart was also diluted a lot.
In the Witch Union, there were mature and steady Scroll and Vendy, there were sisters like Leaf and Echo, and there were also Anna and Soroya, who were about her age. No matter who it was, no one treated her as a stranger. Lucia was very grateful for this.
After the banquet, she and the witches said good night to each other and returned to their new residence. His Royal Highness gave himself and Bell the last guest room on the second floor of the castle. Although Bell was not a witch, he did not force himself and his sister to separate.
"Sister?" Bell opened her eyes when she heard the noise.
"You're awake!?" Lucia was overjoyed and quickly ran to the bed. "How do you feel?"
Bell looked as if she had just taken a nap. The pain from the plague did not leave any trace on her body. Her eyes were a little confused, but she muttered, "I feel so hungry."
"Wait..." Lucia hurriedly took out a cloth bag from her pocket. When she opened it, the aroma of grilled fish filled the air. It was the dried fish slices that Nightingale had given her. "There's food here."
Seeing Bell sitting on the bed eating fish fillets, she patted the little girl's head in relief. His younger sister was only ten years old this year. Now that she had lost her parents, she could only rely on herself.
After swallowing two fish fillets, Bell sobered up a lot. She looked around and asked, "Where are we? There doesn't seem to be such a big bed on the ship. "
"Border Town in the Western Region, we have arrived at our destination."
"We've arrived?" She touched her cheek. "But I'm … sick, aren't I? Would they agree to let the plague patients enter the town? "
"Yes, indeed they wouldn't." Lucia was amused by her sister's blank look. "But the Lord's witches cured you." She told her in detail what had happened at the pier. "We are now staying in his castle."
"Witches?" Bell tilted her head and asked, "Are they like you, sister?"
"Yes, everyone is very good to me, especially a witch named Nightingale." Lucia gently stroked her head. "She also helped you bathe."
"Well, didn't you often say that the nobles hate witches? Why is the Lord willing to take them in? "
This question made Lucia slightly choke. She coughed twice. "This... there are occasionally one or two good people among the nobles."
Bell picked up the last piece of dried fish from the bag. "So, do you need to work for him? Like a maid at home, sweeping the floor, cooking, and serving in bed? "
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lucia pinched her sister's face. "I am a witch! Of course, I will use my ability to serve the Lord! As for what a maid has to do, who told you? "
"Mother..." She curled her lips. "That's why she never allowed Father to recruit beautiful maids."
Speaking of her family, Lucia's face suddenly became a lot gloomier. She no longer blamed Bell. Instead, she held her sister in her arms and sighed softly.
She wasn't worried about her sister's statement. When she talked with the Lord, she could see that in addition to a simple question about her life, the rest of the focus was on her ability. Obviously, he was more concerned about whether witches could serve him.
But when she thought of her own ability, Lucia felt deeply worried.
She was not ignorant of the world of witches. There were many witches in Valencia, but half a year ago, they began to withdraw from the city. She heard that they were going to the Fjords to find a new place to live. She didn't want to leave her parents, so she didn't agree to travel with them. But after a few contacts, Lucia at least knew that witches were used to dividing their abilities into fighting and non-fighting types.
Restoring objects could be said to be useless. Not to mention using it in battle, it would even be difficult to control when using it normally. Her father was a businessman who ran a papermaking workshop. The living room was often filled with papyrus that had been made. On the day she became a witch, she unconsciously and coincidentally used her ability, turning these papyrus back into a large pile of flying grass and powder. Afterwards, although her parents severely reprimanded her, they didn't hand her over to the Church. Instead, they asked her to carefully hide herself, and if necessary, wear a God's Stone of Retaliation and pretend to be a devout believer.
At first, Lucia was full of curiosity about her own ability. She often secretly hid in her bedroom to test and restore various objects, but she soon found that this ability was extremely difficult to control. Sometimes it was the same papyrus, but sometimes it was grass, and sometimes it was black particles. If she continuously used her ability on an object, it would only make it become less and less, and the final product would be either powder or gravel. This meant that her ability couldn't be used to remake damaged objects, and she would only completely destroy the finished products that others had painstakingly made.
Other witches also thought that Lucia's ability was not very useful. When used in a fight, the range was too close, and it was ineffective against living things. Not to mention a well-trained Knight, even an ordinary farmer would find it difficult to defeat her. She couldn't be considered a fighting witch, and she couldn't think of any use for non-fighting witches, so it was almost the lowest level of ability.
Because of this, she was depressed for a long time.
But now... Lucia was more worried that if His Highness thought she was useless, would he drive her out of the castle?
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