Recently, Vendy's life had been particularly fulfilling.
Paper, just like her name, quickly absorbed knowledge about witches and magic power. Her reading and writing lessons and natural knowledge education were progressing smoothly, and she was now able to learn new vocabulary by referring to the textbooks. The only problem was that the natural knowledge tutoring was a little troublesome. Sometimes, the little girl would ask questions that even Vendy couldn't answer, so she had to ask Anna or the prince for help.
Summer was much clumsier than Paper, probably because of her age. She had to repeat a word several times before she could remember its spelling, and she was also dubious about the natural knowledge lessons. But Vendy didn't mind. If they were all as smart as Anna, that would be a real blow. What she didn't lack now was time and patience.
Every day, after getting up, she would call the two of them to the living room to check on their homework. This was also the view that His Highness had promoted to all the teachers in the Ministry of Education: If you only learned without practice, you would soon forget. Only by practicing all the time could you remember. Vendy deeply agreed with this.
The next step was to practice magic power. With this little bit of magic power, Paper could already help Agatha make acid or go to the shipyard to help harden cement. Therefore, Vendy mainly tutored the newcomer Summer. It was said that Summer would join the Security Bureau with Nightingale and help His Highness reconstruct crime scenes, so the most important thing was to accurately control the playback time.
Fortunately, using magic power was as easy as breathing for witches. No matter how slow a person was, as long as they could feel the flow of magic power, they wouldn't be too bad. Vendy often used Maggie as an example to encourage Summer not to be discouraged by her low magic power. Even a pigeon could evolve, let alone a normal witch. Of course, she would secretly bring Maggie some honey-glazed barbecue as compensation.
In the evening, it was the routine elementary education class. Taking into account the different learning speeds of the new witches, His Royal Highness had divided the Witch Union into two classes. The original witches would continue to be taught by Scroll and learn elementary physics and chemistry, while the newly awakened witches would be tutored by Wendy after the end of the regular course.
This was also the most relaxing moment of the day for her.
After all, as one of the first witches to join the Witch Cooperation Association, after a period of learning, Vendy had already widened the gap between her sisters who were at the top. Thinking that she had also been entrusted with the responsibility of managing the Witch Union by His Royal Highness, she felt even more pressure on her shoulders.
Only when she was teaching new people could she put down her burdens and devote herself wholeheartedly.
After assigning the homework for the two of them, Vendy went to the bathroom to take a hot bath. She returned to the bedroom feeling comfortable, but she saw Nightingale sitting on the bed, holding a book, Natural Science Theoretical Foundation, in a daze.
She could only stare blankly. If she had paid attention to the book, she would have fallen asleep in less than a quarter of an hour. Vendy had never seen her persist in reading for a quarter of an hour.
"What's wrong?" Vendy lifted the blanket and climbed onto the bed, sitting beside him.
Nightingale slightly tilted her head and glanced at her, her blank and empty look made her heart tighten. She had only seen this look in the other's eyes in Silver City, which was the first time she had met Nightingale. At that time, she had been walking alone in the snowy streets, completely ignoring the snowflakes covering her shoulders.
"His Highness Roland and Anna are together …" she whispered, "I pushed him."
"…" Vendy didn't know what to say for a moment. Recently, she could also see that the relationship between Anna and His Highness had become a lot closer, but everyone had tacitly agreed on this point, so she didn't feel surprised. As the first witch that His Highness had come into contact with, Anna was impeccable in all aspects. Except for her infertility, Scroll even thought that she was the most suitable person to become Queen. But she didn't expect that this change was single-handedly brought about by Nightingale.
"I was clearly prepared, clearly knew that this was the inevitable result, but when I saw them together, why … why do I still feel so uncomfortable?" Nightingale tightly grasped Vendy's hand, "I've already made up my mind …"
Looking at the other's appearance, Vendy's heart also felt uncomfortable. The biggest impression that Nightingale had given her was that she was strong. Whether it was in Silver City, when she had imprisoned her distant relatives, or when she had fought against the Church in the Witch Cooperation Association, no matter what kind of predicament she had fallen into, she had always been able to calmly face the battle. Even in the face of the aggressive Cara, she had never shown any fear. But in the face of love, she had once again become a helpless child, and on this point, she was powerless to help her.
Because there was no right or wrong in love itself.
Vendy had no choice but to hold her in her arms, gently patting her on the shoulder, "If you feel uncomfortable, just cry it out."
Nightingale shook her head and said in a muffled voice, "When I left the Gilen family, I had already vowed … that I would never cry again, never …" Her voice was getting lower and lower, and finally became almost inaudible. Vendy felt that her chest was gradually becoming warm and moist, but even so, she didn't let out a single sob. Because she was trying her best to bear it, Nightingale's shoulders trembled slightly, and her grip on Vendy's hand became more and more forceful.
"I didn't cry …"
"Well, you didn't … I know." Vendy closed her eyes, and in her heart, she began to regret what she had said to Nightingale. Staying by His Highness's side was a simple answer, but in fact, most witches would stay by His Highness's side … because they had nowhere else to go. Being willing to accept a woman who was infertile and unable to inherit the bloodline was in itself a very small probability event, and the witches also understood this fact. But the most important thing to stay by His Highness's side was distance. Just like the sun, everyone could bathe in the light brought by the sun, but the closer they wanted to get, the easier it was to be burned. And what Nightingale wanted to do was obviously not just watch from afar.
This was not an easy road to walk.
"Or, just give up …" Vendy whispered, "Even if you take a step back, there are still sisters to accompany you."
The long silence made time seem to freeze here, as if she was waiting for a trial. Even though the target was not herself, she still felt extremely unbearable. There were several times when Vendy couldn't help but ask again, but the words that were on the tip of her tongue eventually slipped back.
Until Nightingale raised her head.
Her eyes were a little red, but she could no longer see the tears, and the wet feeling in her chest seemed to be an illusion. When she saw the other's eyes, Vendy knew that this trial had finally come to an end … but it was not the end.
"I won't give up," she shook her head, "No matter what, I want to stay with him until the end."
Even if the sun burned her to Ashes.
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