After nightfall, Vendy came to the door of Scroll's bedroom.
She reached out her hand and was hesitating whether to knock on the door when the door was opened. It was Scroll standing behind the door.
"I knew you would come to me." Scroll smiled. "Because I also want to talk to you — just like in the past."
Scroll had obviously finished her bath early. Her long wet hair was not tied up as usual, but casually fell on her shoulders. To prevent her robe from getting wet, she also put a towel on her shoulders. The ends of her hair covered her forehead and also hid the wrinkles left by the years. Coupled with the increasingly comfortable life, her skin became plump and plump, and at first glance, she looked much younger.
The only thing that did not change was her pair of wise eyes that belonged to an older person.
Vendy could not help but smile. "In your room or mine?"
"Yours. Nightingale will come back later than Leaf."
"Okay."
"You pay for the Chaos Drinks."
"Oh!"
"Of course, the one who asks first is responsible for the drinks. Old rules."
"That's why you were waiting for me at the door?"
"Yes, patience is very important. This is also one of my life experiences. Have you learned it now?"
"Okay..."
The two returned to the bedroom and cleaned the desk. Vendy took out two cups and a bottle of Chaos Drinks from a drawer and filled the cups. The orange-red liquid reflected a flame-like luster under the reflection of the Magic Stone.
"You actually drew this?" Scroll took a sip. "Good luck. Drinking it in winter is not much worse than drinking Fire Dragon Wine..."
"That's why I said you earned it," Vendy said, spreading out her hands.
"Don't say that. We all owe it to Miss Evelyn."
His Majesty distributed such a variety of drinks to the members of the Witch Union in an interesting way. Every month, everyone had the opportunity to draw a bottle of Chaos Drinks made by Evelyn. Since they could only see the number before the answer was revealed, no one knew which flavor they would receive.
Therefore, exchanging or freeloading food and drinks became an important part of the distribution day. For some reason, Maggie always got the most popular drink, which made people think that Evelyn had leaked it to her.
The two of them slowly savored the heart-warming fiery red sweet drink while listening to the howling cold wind outside the window. Compared to the room that was filled with heating, this feeling was undoubtedly intoxicating. They rarely spoke. Sometimes, they could understand each other's thoughts just by looking at each other.
In fact, Vendy didn't have anything specific to say. She was just happy from the bottom of her heart. Even now, when she closed her eyes, Roland Wimbledon's words would appear in her mind.
[There can only be one leader, and that is me. "
Before this, although she felt that His Majesty was very approachable, she was worried that he would hesitate on some key issues or show weakness that was not suitable for a king. Now it seemed that he was even better than she had expected. Judging from His Majesty's tone and expression when negotiating, the experience of the past two years had made him more stable and decisive.
What was even more incredible to Vendy was that although Roland had become more mature as a leader, his attitude towards witches and ordinary people was still the same. It was as if it was an instinct of his. Compared to the former, this was the most unimaginable point, especially for a noble of the Royal Family.
She knew that Scroll had also felt this change, which was why she was waiting for her at the door.
This was also a habit passed down from the time of the Witch Cooperation Association. When they encountered something good and wanted to share it, Vendy, Scroll, and Cara would always get together, drink a few glasses of poor quality ale, and talk for a whole night. Later, as the conditions became more and more difficult, they could not even drink wine often, so they switched to drinking wild fruits.
Unfortunately, as Cara gradually drifted away from them, the good things that could be shared or the beautiful plans for the future gradually turned into worry and confusion. In the end, only Vendy and Scroll were left, encouraging and supporting each other. As the two oldest among the sisters, and also the founders of the Witch Cooperation Association, once they fell, everyone would lose confidence in finding the Holy Mountain. During those extremely difficult days, the two of them had walked all the way.
At this moment, it was as if the past had reappeared.
"By the way," Vendy drank the drink in one gulp and let out a long breath. "After the meeting, I gave the test results of the witches in the Kingdom of Wolfheart to His Majesty."
"Oh? What kind of abilities did they have? "Scroll leaned back on the bench and replied casually.
Vendy roughly described the abilities of the four witches, and deliberately kept Scroll guessing when it came to Broken Sword. "Guess who he assigned Broken Sword to?"
"Well, it should be Nightingale or Ashes... Only the two of them can give full play to Broken Sword's power." Scroll thought for a moment and said, "Although Anna and Leaf have powerful magic power, they are not suitable for fighting the enemy head-on, and the other sisters are almost the same. There are not many real combat witches in the Witch Union."
"I think the same as you, but His Majesty doesn't think so." Vendy showed a gentle smile. "He didn't assign Broken Sword to anyone."
Scroll was slightly startled and asked, "Why?"
"Because he said that weapons generally have to be carried with them, which is tantamount to restricting Broken Sword's freedom. Moreover, the enemy can't always arrive during working hours, and sword energy is not necessarily more powerful than guns. So, instead of becoming a weapon, it is better to cooperate with each witch to test the superimposed effect, and then determine the work according to whether it is interesting or not. "
"According to the degree of... interest?"
"Yes, that's what His Majesty said."
Compared to considering the use of witches, His Majesty first cared about the other party's feelings. It was probably because of this that Nightingale chose to support him unreservedly.
Now that they thought about it, it was fortunate that they finally believed in Nightingale's judgment.
Thinking of this, Vendy could not help but grin. She filled up her cup and raised it in front of Scroll. "I hope we find a good king."
The latter smiled and gently clinked her cup with hers. "Yes, to the Holy Mountain."
"Ah... it's empty." After taking a sip, when Vendy wanted to pour more, she found that the bottle of Chaos Drink had been emptied by the two of them.
"Should I go back and get my bottle?" Scroll also seemed to want to continue.
"No, since it's an old rule, we have to abide by it." She waved her hand and took out a new bottle of Chaos Drink from another drawer. "But next time, I won't knock on the door so quickly."
"Wait, this is... Nightingale's, isn't it?"
"Yes, she won't mind."
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