The night passed quickly, and Phyllis hardly slept at all.
She locked herself in her room and silently waited for the result to be revealed. Although she remained calm on the surface, she had countless speculations about the reason for the disappearance of the Chosen One. She even speculated that Roland had imprisoned the witches as playthings and had concealed the truth from the Witch Union.
Therefore, when Vendy and Agatha came to the Foreign Affairs Building early the next morning, Phyllis showed a rare trace of tiredness. The mental exhaustion was a great burden on the soul. She knew that her control over her body was declining, and even her hands and feet were not as flexible as before.
But she also knew that she could not close her eyes until she heard the result.
Cutting off consciousness could only temporarily get rid of the shackles of the body, but the soul was still awake. Unless it was transferred to a magic container, shrinking into the consciousness would only be deceiving herself. Phyllis even faintly missed the "long sleep". "The result is..."
"We found the beam of light you mentioned."
Phyllis did not expect Agatha's first words to shatter the burden on her heart. She blinked, afraid that she had misheard, and asked again in a low voice, "Like a wall of light?"
"Yes, like a wall of light, it does exist in the castle," Vendy said. "But we can't be sure that he's the Chosen One you mentioned."
In other words, she didn't mishear?
They found the owner of the orange light!
"No... it can't be wrong." Phyllis felt a voice in her heart cheering. Praise the gods! Praise the Holy City of Taquila! "If he can emit such a beam of light, then he must be the Chosen One we're looking for! Is he a Senior Witch? What's his name? "
However, Phyllis did not answer immediately. Instead, she showed a strange look, as if she wanted to laugh, but also felt quite helpless.
"Uh, well... I'm afraid I have to disappoint you." Vendy covered the corner of her mouth and coughed softly.
"Could it be that there's something wrong with the Five-Colored Stone?" Agatha returned the ring to her. "I think you'd better contact Pasha as soon as possible."
Something wrong? What the hell happened?
"Wait..." Phyllis suddenly felt a bolt of Lightning flashing through her mind.
What did Vendy say before?
But we can't be sure that he is the Chosen One you mentioned.
Him?
Phyllis opened her mouth wide in disbelief. "Is that orange light from …"
"It came from His Majesty Roland Wimbledon." Agatha spread out her hands. "I wasn't the only one who came. Nightingale, Anna, Vendy... all the witches living on the second floor of the castle came to check it out. I've also tested him with the Stone of Balancing. As usual, he doesn't have any mana on him. "
"You said that the weapon can deal with demons … Does the operator have to be a witch?" Vendy could not help but chuckle. "If Your Majesty can become a hero who destroys the demons because of this, it sounds pretty good."
Phyllis's heart suddenly sank. Although the Instrument of Divine Retribution did not require much magic power from the Chosen Ones, it did not mean that it could be activated without magic power. After all, it was still a magic core, and the total amount of magic power that the manipulator could hold determined the number of times it could be used.
This is impossible … Could there be a mistake somewhere?
"But I didn't see the orange light above his head yesterday."
"It's really strange. The beam of light disappeared after Roland woke up." Agatha rubbed her chin and said, "That's why you can only see it at night. Of course, we also asked His Majesty about this. His answer was that Zero's Soul Battlefield caused him to dream of another fictional world when he fell asleep, just like an extra part of his memory. "
"Zero? Soul Battlefield? "Phyllis asked hurriedly," What's that? "
"The last pope of the Church of Hermes." Vendy briefly explained the battle in which Roland defeated the church. "Maybe this is the reason why the Magic Stone Ring misjudged. His Majesty was also quite surprised by this result. He also said that if you want to verify it, you can try again at noon. "
After a long silence, Phyllis gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I want to see it again with my own eyes."
...
It turned out that Agatha and Vendy did not lie to her. Under the protection of witches and guards, Phyllis once again saw the broad beam of orange light, which was as wide as the city wall. The source of the beam of light was the sleeping King of Graycastle.
At that moment, she felt all her strength was drained and a strong dizziness hit her. After swaying twice, she leaned against the door frame and slid to the ground. Her extremely exhausted spirit suddenly broke. In an instant, boundless darkness enveloped her.
When Phyllis regained consciousness, she found that she was lying on the bed. It was dark outside the window, and she could not see the stars or the moonlight. She could only hear the whistling north wind beating rhythmically on the glass, making intermittent trembling sounds.
"You're awake?"
A familiar voice came to her ears.
She turned her head and saw Agatha sitting by the bedside.
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"About half a day." The Ice Witch reached out and spread the hair on her forehead. "Your reaction at that time startled Nightingale."
"Sorry, I'm fine now..." Phyllis said in a low voice.
Although she said that, she didn't feel any better in her heart. She had finally found the so-called Chosen One, but she did not expect it to be a common person. This was no less shocking to her than the news of the death of Natalia and Alice.
Lady Natalia's faith, the persistence of the Taquila survivors... and the Chosen One's plan. Everyone had been busy for hundreds of years, but in the end, it turned out to be such a dramatic scene. Although there were still hundreds of witches on Sleeping Island, and Leaf's aptitude was not far from the requirements of the Chosen One, Phyllis had a vague premonition in her heart that this little gap was like a chasm.
Perhaps their choice was not much better than Starfall City's.
"Although I don't quite understand what you think of the Chosen One, but... even without such a person, haven't we fought with the demons for hundreds of years? I thought that witches who could survive the disaster could calmly face any difficulties, "Agatha said slowly.
"But we failed twice in a row and were forced to retreat from the entire Land of Dawn to a corner of the Barbarian Land. If we lose again..."
"Then just defeat the demons," Agatha interrupted her. "I don't know what you found in the ruins of the labyrinth that made you pin all your hopes on it, but I think if it's really effective, it shouldn't be a part of the ruins. In the past 400 years, the common people outside haven't been stagnant. There's more than one way to defeat the demons. As Roland said, as long as we use the hidden power in the world, common people can also defeat them. "
Phyllis looked at her with a complicated expression. She instinctively wanted to question Agatha, but she could not say a word under Agatha's burning gaze.
"By the way, he also said that there's more than one key to God. He also has one in his hand. Maybe you should take a look before contacting the Taquila witches."
"His key... key?" Phyllis was startled.
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