"You can come out now." Agatha looked at the empty corner of the compartment.
As she spoke, a faint shadow appeared on the wall, and then Nightingale appeared out of thin air, blocking the dim candlelight in front of her.
"When did you discover me?" There was a hint of surprise in her tone.
"When I took the ring from No. 76." Agatha shrugged and raised the flagon. "Do you want a glass?"
"If you pay," Nightingale sat down opposite the Ice Witch, "can you see magic power with that Magic Stone?"
"Not magic power, but an orange beam of light, or... 'key'." The latter took out an empty glass, filled it, and pushed it in front of her. "Your beam of light illuminated half the room. It was hard not to notice."
"Did she notice it too?"
"Most likely." Agatha nodded. "She didn't mind revealing her identity in front of her own kind."
"She and I are not the same kind, just like I'm not the same kind as the Pure Witch," Nightingale said in a low voice. "Why, do you believe what she said?"
"I do."
"But you didn't accept her ring."
"Because I want to help her and let her walk on the right path." Agatha also poured herself a cup of ale and drank it in one gulp. The quality of the ale was quite poor, far inferior to the fruit-flavored white wine made by Evelyn, let alone the oddly tasty turbid drink. Even so, the sour bitterness could not suppress the joy in her heart.
Agatha felt very happy.
The moment No. 76 revealed her identity, a vague sense of loneliness disappeared from her heart. She was not the last survivor of Taquila. There were other witches of the Union like her, who had crossed the river of time for more than 400 years to this era.
Although most of the members of the Witch Union were very friendly and Vendy also cared for her, Agatha always felt a lingering sense of loss. She knew that this gap had accumulated for hundreds of years and could not be filled in a short period of time. Facing the witches of the new era, she had no one to talk to about this loneliness. Being immersed in work all day was also a kind of numbing action.
The only exception was Roland Wimbledon. Only when she was alone with this strange mortal would she feel a trace of empathy and comfort. At first, she found it hard to understand, but later she found that there was also an indescribable estrangement on Roland, as if he was incompatible with this world. But he hid it better, and almost no one could notice it.
But now, she was finally not alone anymore.
Because of this, Agatha hoped that Roland and Roland could stand together and ask each other to visit Roland Wimbledon.
She wanted to see the two of them stand hand in hand and go through the Battle of Divine Will together.
She had already fallen in love with life in Neverwinter, and naturally hoped that her compatriots would also like it here.
In addition, Agatha also had a small hidden thought in her heart.
She wanted those witches to see that her previous view was wise and correct — the cooperation between mortals and witches was the best way to fight against the demons.
"Is this why you deliberately ignored her?" Nightingale's eyes were complicated, as if it was the first time she saw her true thoughts.
"No. 76 will understand after she stays here for a while." Agatha raised the corner of her mouth. "Isn't that how I came here?"
This group of survivors was different from the church... They did not agree with the plan of the God's Punishment Army and were unwilling to use witches as materials. They even broke up with Lady Alice because of this. This was also one of the reasons why Roland decided to help them.
After that, Nightingale kept silent for a long time until the flickering candlelight was extinguished. Then she gradually disappeared and returned to the darkness. "I hope she will make the right choice."
"She will." Agatha smiled. "I believe her."
*****
No. 76 returned to the Foreign Affairs Building along the same path and happened to meet Annie and the others who had just finished visiting the beverage factory.
"I feel much better after I woke up," she took the initiative to explain before anyone spoke. "I just felt a little stuffy in the room, so I walked around the yard."
"You should wear more clothes in case you catch a cold," Broken Sword said with concern.
Amy took her hand and said cheerfully, "It's a pity that you didn't go with us this afternoon! The Chaos Drinks made by Miss Evelyn are simply the most incredible things in the world! "
"Chaos... drinks?"
"Yes, she could only change the taste of the drinks. After her ability evolved, she can create delicious drinks with unique tastes. I swear that even the nobles of Wolfheart City have never tasted such amazing things." Amy looked very excited. "Black tea, honey milk, and fine wine are not worth mentioning in front of it."
"Another Senior Witch..." No. 76 was already numb. Although she still did not know what exactly Vendy and Nana meant by learning, there was no doubt that the Witch Union had gone ahead of the Union in training witches. But according to Agatha, the root of all this seemed to be Roland Wimbledon, a mortal, which was what puzzled No. 76.
Could it be that a mortal knew more about magic power than a witch?
"I can testify," Hero echoed. "For a moment, I even felt that all the hardships I had encountered before were worth it."
"If I can drink it occasionally in the future, I don't want to leave Neverwinter," Amy stuck out her tongue.
"Then we might as well join the Witch Union," Broken Sword suddenly said. "As long as we stay here, we'll always have a chance to drink it again, right?"
"I agree!" Amy immediately raised her hand.
"Me... too," Hero nodded seriously.
The three of them looked at Annie, who shrugged helplessly and said, "I'll listen to you."
"Wait... do you agree to stay here just for a strange drink?" No. 76 could not help but be stunned. "And Annie, didn't you say that we should observe carefully and treat with caution? You should at least see tomorrow's visit before making a choice. " If Vendy knew the reason why they made up their minds, she would probably not know whether to laugh or cry.
Somehow, a feeling of envy suddenly rose in her heart.
"Simple request, easy decision. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will move forward without hesitation."
"What about me?"
...
When everyone fell asleep, No. 76 quietly left the room again and climbed to the roof.
Facing the howling wind and snow, she raised the ring and pointed it in the direction of the castle. She squinted her eyes and looked at the light beam that was as wide as the city wall once again appeared in front of her. Even without magic activation, even though it was far beyond the theoretical detection range, it still appeared in her vision like a miracle.
She needed to find the Chosen One for the Taquila witches, which was the main purpose of this trip.
But taking a step back, the significance of the Chosen One to the survivors seemed to be no different from the significance of Chaos Drinks to Amy and others.
She made a decision in her heart.
...
The next day, when Vendy came to the Foreign Affairs Building as promised, No. 76 handed a letter written overnight to her.
"I'm Phyllis, a Taquila witch from the Hopeless Labyrinth. I bring news about the Divine Will and the Savior of the World. I hope to meet the Lord of Neverwinter and discuss the Battle of Divine Will together. "She did not avoid the witches from the Kingdom of Wolfheart, but stood in front of everyone and said solemnly.
Amy and the others all widened their eyes, as if they had heard some unbelievable news.
"No. 76... what... what are you talking about?"
"So you're also a witch? That's great! "
"Phyllis... is that your real name?"
The three of them had different reactions. Only Annie remained silent.
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