At night, Vendy called all the witches to her bedroom.
The originally spacious room was suddenly filled with people.
This scene was familiar. Just a year ago, she had also gathered the sisters here and told them about the town's situation to ease their anxiety.
At that time, there were only seven sisters who had escaped from the Barbarian Land. They had lost their wits and were full of confusion and fear for the road ahead. Many of them had even come to this border town with the idea of "I've had enough, no matter what fate I face next." Survival was a difficult thing for them, not to mention the church that hung over the witches' heads like a shadow.
But now, everyone's expression was completely different from a year ago.
Not only survival, but also a free life had gradually become the consensus of the sisters.
There was no oppression or hostility from others.
There was no need to worry about food and safety.
This place had become the witches' "Holy Mountain".
As long as they could help His Majesty defeat the church, all the nightmares would disappear, and the witches would usher in true liberation.
When everyone's eyes shifted to Vendy, she said, "The church is coming."
There was not much information in the daytime meeting. She quickly finished the contents of the secret letter, and there was a brief silence in the bedroom.
"Will His Majesty... win?" After a moment, Mystery Moon muttered in a low voice, "I can stay by the factory all day to generate electricity for him..."
"Come on, then he'll have to send someone to take care of you." Lily curled her lips in disdain. "Don't give him trouble at this time."
"No way!"
The witches let out a burst of light laughter. With the first person to speak, the others naturally followed suit.
"I'll also redouble my efforts to produce white wine." Evelyn clenched her fists.
"But we don't need that much wine to fight against the church."
"Eh... is that so?"
"I don't think His Majesty will lose. Even the Extraordinary, Ashes, was severely injured by Carter?" Hummingbird said bluntly. "The God's Punishment Army is not as powerful as Ashes."
"Really? Even the invincible Ashes lost? "Softfeathers, who rarely spoke, was surprised.
"It's not considered a loss. Carter was knocked unconscious and Ashes couldn't move. I think it's a draw."
"As far as I know, this is an unfair competition," Agatha argued. "Transcendents will only be stronger when they use weapons of the same level."
"But there is only one Transcendent on Sleeping Island, and there are thousands of soldiers with guns."
"Wait, you're arguing in the wrong direction." Scroll shook her head helplessly. "We're talking about the Church and His Majesty."
Vendy's heart was slightly relieved. Although everyone was worried, no one was afraid of fighting against the Church. This would have been absolutely unimaginable a year ago. After all, the enemy's power was as unshakable as a mountain, and none of the witches who dared to fight against them had survived. The Witch Cooperation Association had to hide everywhere, and the only way to get rid of their pursuit was to go to the inaccessible Impassable Mountain Range.
Of course, this change in mentality had a lot to do with the fact that His Majesty had never lost a foreign war.
"In short, this war is related to the future of the Witch Union." She took a deep breath. "If His Majesty completely defeats the Church, have you ever thought about what will happen?"
Everyone immediately shut their mouths, but their eyes flashed with an indescribable light.
"The whole kingdom … even the whole continent, witches can live a stable life. And in His Majesty's territory, we can also create a new world together with ordinary people and enjoy the same honor and status. This is also what he always said. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."
Vendy paused. "But according to His Majesty's past habits, we don't have to work too hard. Just work as usual. As long as we have this confidence, we won't fail."
She didn't know anything too profound, and her ability and knowledge weren't the most outstanding in the Witch Union. His Majesty had put her in charge of the Witch Union, and this was the only thing she could do. Every time before a battle, His Majesty would give an impassioned speech in front of the First Army. She couldn't think of any inspiring way, so she could only tell everyone what was in her heart.
"Being considerate of others is more important than anything else." She firmly remembered Scroll's words.
"This is our home, and also the turning point to change the fate of witches. I'm willing to sacrifice everything for it!"
After finishing her words, Vendy stretched out her left hand with the back of her hand facing up.
Scroll was the first to press her hand.
Then Nightingale and Anna.
"For His Majesty and Neverwinter!"
Everyone gathered in a circle and folded the back of their hands one by one. The witches of the Bloodfang Association hesitated for a while, as if they didn't know whether they would be accepted by everyone, until Leaf pulled them into the circle. With the direct palm contact, they were truly integrated into the group.
"I really don't want to deal with such a group of annoying people before fighting against the demons."
Although Agatha said so, she still stretched out her hand.
Finally, Vendy put her right hand on everyone's hand and looked around.
"For the Witch Union!"
"For — the eternal Holy Mountain!"
…
After everyone left, only she and Nightingale were left in the bedroom.
As Vendy closed the door, she suddenly felt a gust of cold wind behind her.
She turned around and saw that Nightingale had opened the window and was sitting on the windowsill, looking at the night sky. The night wind blew her curly hair, and at the same time, there was a faint fragrance.
"Are you also worried about the war?" Vendy walked to the window.
"Worried?" Nightingale tilted her head, her eyes shining with a scorching light under the light of the Stone of Lighting. "I'm afraid that I'll laugh out loud."
"Laugh … out loud?"
It was only at this moment that she noticed the sharp aura overflowing from Nightingale's body – it was very rare for someone to be like Nightingale, who could release her magic without using her ability. Moreover, they were no longer unpredictable things, but like sharp blades, forming an inaccessible area. It was as if the foggy world was eroding the surrounding space bit by bit and gradually began to affect the world. Since coming to Border Town, this feeling became more and more obvious.
For the enemy, this was also a sign of danger.
"I've been waiting for a long time to be able to take revenge on the church," Nightingale said slowly. "Those sisters who died unjustly in the hands of the church must also be looking forward to this day. I've tasted the taste of revenge, and that feeling is unforgettable."
It was hard to imagine that she was the same person as the woman who stayed in bed in the morning. Fortunately, she was not the enemy of her sisters.
Vendy tried to reach out her hand. The moment she touched Nightingale, the sharp feeling disappeared, and she held her in her arms.
"You can do what you want, but remember to protect His Majesty … and protect yourself, understand?"
"Yes," Nightingale closed her eyes and replied softly. "I will."
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