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For the first time, Phyllis felt that waiting was unbearable. She had thought that after 400 years of training, time had become the least important thing to her. She did not expect that just one morning would make her feel restless.
If Han Lin was right, finding the Chosen One would mean the end of the Battle of Divine Will. The Instrument of Divine Retribution could destroy all the demons, and her mission would be over.
Without the bodies made by the church, most of the survivors would gradually fall into a deep sleep, and this time, they would probably never be awakened again. Or they would merge their souls with Lady Eleanor and contribute their last bit of energy.
Thinking of this, Phyllis felt an indescribable complex feeling in her heart. In addition to the long-awaited release, she also felt a trace of reluctance. Being imprisoned in an empty shell, even if she could continue living, would be a kind of torture. After the war, she would be able to welcome true peace. But when she thought of closing her eyes forever and never being able to see the world of Taquila again, she felt reluctant to part with it.
Two conflicting emotions attacked her one after another until the afternoon arrived.
"Are you ready?" Vendy appeared in the castle hall.
"Anytime." Phyllis immediately stood up.
"Come with me."
Under Vendy's guidance, she passed through a long corridor made of olive trees in the backyard and came to a narrow open space. Surrounded by fences and dense vines, she could only see a small part of the sky above her head and the "corridor" from which she came. If she wanted to leave, she had to go back the way she came.
Phyllis instantly understood the intention of the other witches. The witches under observation would appear at the end of the corridor one by one. This distance would not affect the observation and also ensure the safety of the Union members.
If there was any abnormal movement, this corridor would definitely be a gap that she could not cross.
Phyllis did not feel disgusted. Instead, she thought more highly of the king. At least he did not treat witches as dispensable accessories. Before he completely gained the trust of the king, his way of doing things was impeccable.
So far, in her mind, the Witch Union had risen to the level of the Holy City. Witch organizations that only had scale and means but were suppressed by the secular world were not able to make enough of an impact. Now, with their share in the king's heart, the Union was vaguely similar to the Union.
Not long after Vendy left, the first witch soon appeared in her field of vision.
It was Agatha.
When the youngest ascendant of the Taquila age summoned a piece of translucent light blue ice crystal, Phyllis had finished her observation. The beam of light was similar to that of Maggie. It was not the Chosen One she was looking for.
After indicating that the test was completed, Agatha did not leave the corridor but walked straight towards her.
"My lord?" Phyllis was slightly surprised.
"I used to be a member of the Quest Society, and I'm very interested in Magic Stones. You wouldn't mind me watching, would you?"
"Of course not," Phyllis first shook her head, then respectfully saluted her as a Senior Witch. "By the way, I haven't thanked you for your help. If it weren't for your words, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to determine the Chosen One so quickly."
"That's your choice," Agatha said, waving her hand. "Keep watching."
"Yes."
Next, the witches displayed their abilities one by one at the end of the corridor. She placed the ring between the two of them. In addition to observing the intensity of the beam of light, Agatha would also record the results.
During this period, Phyllis also discovered quite a number of dazzling orange lights. For example, a witch named Soroya had a beam of light that was wider than her shoulders, which was even better than Anna's and Nightingale's. As for another witch, Evelyn, the intensity of her beam of light was astonishing, almost twice that of Anna's.
Other than that, Echo and Summer also had stronger orange lights, which had reached the same width as their bodies.
Among the members of the Alliance, the most eye-catching one was Leaf.
When she activated her magic, Phyllis instantly thought that she was looking at Lady Eleanor. Countless orange beams of light as thick as fingers rose from the surroundings and soared into the sky, as if they were fences connecting heaven and earth. These beams of light came from every plant in the garden, resonating with the magic power of the leaves, as if each and every one of them was alive. The beam of light above Leaf's head was close to the edge of the Five-Colored Magic Stone, and it was not inferior to Lady Eleanor's.
The moment the beam of light bloomed, Phyllis felt her heart almost jump out of her chest. She almost thought that Leaf was the Chosen One that the Taquila survivors prayed for. However, after forcibly suppressing her racing heart, she found that the beam of light was still a distance away from the edge of the Magic Stone. The orange light reflected by the key would not change according to the distance of the target. As long as it was in front of her eyes, the scene she saw was the true performance of the key.
Although the entire back garden was filled with beams of light, they were not the light wall that she saw. Although the dense beams of light were magnificent, they were never connected.
She was also not the Chosen One.
After letting out a long breath, Phyllis put down the ring and quietly waited for the next witch to appear.
However, until the end, she could not see the thick light wall again.
"This is everyone in the Witch Union." Agatha closed the notebook. "Is Leaf the Chosen One you are looking for?"
"The Chosen One is not among them …" Phyllis was silent for a while before she muttered, "Although her beam of light is amazing … it is still far from the orange light that I observed at night."
Her heart, which had calmed down with great difficulty, once again became anxious. Why did this happen? Could it be that Roland Wimbledon hid the Chosen One? Or could it be that not all the members of the Witch Union were present? Was he unwilling to unite with the Taquila to fight against the demons, or was he worried about the Witch Empire that had once ruled the entire continent?
Thoughts flashed through her mind, but she rejected them one by one. No, it did not make sense. The other party did not have the Five-Colored Magic Stone, so it was impossible for him to hide the Chosen One in advance. Moreover, Lady Agatha would never collude with mortals to deceive her when it came to fighting against the demons. At such a time, she had to remain calm … Unwarranted accusations and suspicions would only make things worse.
"At night?" Agatha frowned. "Witches usually don't practice their abilities in their rooms. Besides, you should have lived in the Foreign Affairs Building at that time. Can the Magic Stone observe from such a long distance?"
"I did see the Chosen One's beam of light … Not only was the width beyond imagination, but the distance was also beyond the range that the Magic Stone could sense. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a miracle." Phyllis said as calmly as possible, "I swear in the name of Taquila."
"I see." Agatha nodded. "Then give me the ring."
"Lady, you mean …" She was slightly stunned.
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