Nightingale walked in the "fog".
From here, the world was only black and white.
The lines that originally constituted things were no longer clear, and the boundaries between straight lines, broken lines, and curved lines became blurred, like a child's scribble.
This was a very difficult feeling to describe, and it took Nightingale a long time to familiarize herself with how to distinguish the boundaries. As long as she used it properly, she could not be bound by ordinary things and freely walk through the fog. The seemingly connected walls, as long as she slightly changed the angle, she could see an entrance that absolutely did not exist in the real world.
In the fog, up and down, front and back were no longer fixed concepts, they would change and even overlap. For example, what she was doing now, she entered the castle under the watchful eyes of the guards, followed the unpredictable lines, step by step, through the ceiling, and arrived at Anna's room.
For her, this was a completely free world.
Only in the "fog", Nightingale could really relax, although it was quiet and lonely, but she liked this feeling of not being threatened.
Most of the time, it was black and white, but she could occasionally see other colors.
For example, Anna in front of her.
Witches and ordinary people were different, they were aggregates of magic. Nightingale could see the flow and disappearance of this power, it was also the only color in the fog.
She had never seen such a full and strong color like Anna – a green luster surged from her body, the center was almost incandescent, making people almost unable to look directly at it. This made Nightingale very confused, generally speaking, the color of magic and ability were very similar. When she was in the Witch Cooperation Association, she had seen many witches with the ability to manipulate fire, most of them were orange or dark red, like a group of jumping fireballs, no matter the size or brightness, they could not be compared with Anna.
If this point was difficult to understand, then the other point was incredible.
Such a huge amount of magic gathered in her body, how could she still be alive?
In the entire Witch Cooperation Association, Nightingale could not find a person with such magic, even an adult witch would pale in comparison. If he waited until Anna came of age …
No, she wouldn't have the chance. Nightingale sighed. The stronger the magic, the stronger the backlash. She didn't even dare to imagine what kind of terrible torture Anna would have to face when the Demonic Bite came. The excruciating pain of being torn apart from the inside would not cause one to lose consciousness. Until the moment one gave up resisting and accepted death, one would have to endure the pain repeatedly without interruption.
She walked out of the fog and temporarily put away her gloomy thoughts. She cheered herself up and said, "Good morning, Anna."
Anna was already used to his uninvited and sudden behavior. She nodded and did not answer. Instead, she continued to practice controlling the flames.
Nightingale rubbed her nose and sat down beside the girl's bed.
She had seen this kind of practice many times. In the beginning, Anna would accidentally set her clothes on fire. In the shed in the backyard, there was a bucket full of clothes for her to change into. Later, she was able to skillfully make the flames dance on her fingertips. Even Roland no longer urged her to practice. The shed in the garden was torn down and turned into a place to enjoy afternoon tea and bask in the sun.
Even so, Anna still followed the Prince's previous instructions and practiced for one to two hours every day – in her own room.
"I brought fish cakes, do you want to eat?" Nightingale took out a cloth bag from her bosom and handed it to Anna.
Anna sniffed and nodded.
"Go wash your hands," Nightingale said with a smile. Fortunately, she didn't hate her, she just wasn't good at talking. Speaking of which, she obviously cared about Nana very much, but she also didn't talk much. In fact, except in front of Roland, she rarely spoke.
In contrast, Roland talked too much. He always had an endless list of reasons. Even when eating, he had many rules and regulations. For example, he had to wash his hands before eating, not to eat too fast, not to pick up food that had fallen on the ground, and so on … He could give a long speech about each of them.
At first, she was extremely impatient, but he was the master of this place, the Fourth Prince of Graycastle. Since he lived and ate his food, she reluctantly listened to him. Now, she was slowly getting used to these rules. She didn't know why, but when she fought with Anna, Nana, Roland, Carter and the others to wash their hands, she inexplicably felt a trace of fun.
Anna put her hands into the bucket filled with well water and rubbed them, then lit a fire to dry them. She took a fish cake and returned to the table, nibbling on it.
"You really don't want to go back with me?" Nightingale tried to find something to talk about. "There are many sisters there, they will take good care of you."
"Here, you can only move around within the boundaries of the castle, don't you feel bored?"
"Although there aren't many resources in the Impassable Mountain Range, everyone is a family, gathered together for the same purpose."
"Your power is so strong, they will welcome you."
"This winter, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive …"
At the end of her words, Nightingale's voice became lower. Perhaps it was too late. She thought, even if she returned to the camp, with her current huge magic, it would be almost impossible to survive until adulthood. The only thing she could do was to watch her die.
"Before joining the Witch Cooperation Association, where did you live?"
Nightingale was startled, she rarely asked her questions, "I … used to live in a big city in the east, not far from King's City."
"Did you have a good time?"
Happy? No, it was simply a period of time that she didn't want to recall, living under someone else's roof, being despised and ridiculed. When they found out that she had become a witch, they looked after her like a cat or a dog, chained her neck and forced her to do things for them. Nightingale shook her head and softly asked, "Why do you ask this?"
"I used to live in the old district," Anna briefly recounted her experience, "My father sold me to the Church for 25 Golden Dragon, it was His Highness who took me out of the cage. Here, I am very happy. "
"But you can't leave this castle, except for Roland Wimbledon, everyone else still hates witches."
"I don't care, moreover, he said that he would change all this, didn't he?"
"That's very difficult, as long as the Church doesn't fall, witches will always be evil."
Anna didn't refute, the silence was somewhat long, long enough that Nightingale thought she would never speak again, she suddenly asked, "Are you happy in the Witch Cooperation Association or here?"
"You … what are you talking about," Nightingale was caught off guard, "Of, of course it's …"
The Witch Cooperation Association? To tell the truth, she wasn't interested in finding the Holy Mountain, but there were friends there that she couldn't give up.
Was it Border Town? If she hadn't heard that there were witches in danger, she wouldn't have come here!
The answer should be very obvious, but why didn't I say it at the first time?
This time Anna showed a smile, Nightingale rarely saw her smile, her eyes were like a lake reflecting the morning sun, it made people feel inexplicably at ease – even if they weren't in the "fog". "I heard from Roland that you were looking for the Holy Mountain in the northern mountains, if the Holy Mountain means stability and a home, I think I have found it."
This was her Holy Mountain, Nightingale realized, although she didn't have much life left, her soul would reach the other side earlier than most witches.
At this time, outside the door came the sound of rushing footsteps, Nightingale listened carefully, it sounded like Nana's footsteps.
The door was pushed open, and Nana Pine rushed in.
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