At that time, she did not fully understand it. It was not until she was sent out of the City of Glow and went through a wandering journey that she realized the weight of the word "life".
However, Andrea did not expect to hear this question from the Taquila survivors again.
"Why? Shouldn't I know?" Carol blinked with a smile.
"No, I didn't mean that..." Andrea said with slight embarrassment. "I thought you ancient witches never cared about these trivial things."
"Because there were mortals taking care of everything?" Carol leaned against the railing. "In fact, I was no different from those mortals before."
Andrea could not help but feel a little surprised. "How come?"
"Although there are essential differences between witches and mortals, how could the Union invest too much energy on weak witches? Unlike Phyllis and the others, my ability and magic power were at the lowest level after my awakening, so I was of no help to the Taquila. Therefore, I was almost forgotten by the Union in the later stages of the war. " She looked at the rolling waves of the river as if she was staring at her past self. "During those days when I lost my subsidy, I lived with a group of mortals. After the city was breached, I relied on them to survive until the end."
"But in the battle in the Kingdom of Dawn, you didn't act like a non-combat witch at all..."
Even Ashes, an Extraordinaire, might not be a match for her.
"Hundreds of years of training is enough to change everything." Carol spread out her hands and slowly clenched them. "In fact, compared to my companions, I even feel a little lucky to become a God's Punishment Witch. At least it made me stronger, no longer ignored by others, and I have the ability to do something for everyone. Now that I met His Majesty, it's more like a reward. "
Andrea suddenly realized that Carol might not be talking to her for no reason. "Why... are you telling me this?"
Carol raised her head. "Because I envy you."
Andrea was stunned and looked at the God's Punishment Witch.
"With your ability, even in the era of the Union, you were a powerful combat witch. You've already awakened at such a young age, so you'll be one of the top Taquila witches," the God's Punishment Witch said casually. "You know what? At that time, my biggest desire was to join the Blessed Army and get Lady Natalia's blessing before the battle. You could easily achieve that. Now I've lost the possibility of becoming stronger, but you're still far from your limit. "
Carol paused for a moment. "Although the more powerful you are, the more challenges you will encounter, and you will encounter many setbacks, don't forget that no matter how bad your situation is, you will already be envied."
Hearing this, Andrea suddenly understood.
Carol was trying to comfort her.
Faced with her father's belated apology, as well as saying goodbye to her childhood playmates and embarking on her return journey alone, she had indeed been exceptionally depressed for a period of time. It was only when she was getting closer to Princess Tilly that she gradually adjusted her mood. The God's Punishment Witches had obviously noticed this, so they chose to share their past experiences with her at this time.
Yes, these twists and turns were nothing to the Taquila survivors. As a witch, what she had gained was indeed much more than what she had lost.
"Thank you," Andrea said softly after a moment of silence.
Carol shook her head. "I'm just telling the truth." Then she straightened up and turned to walk toward the cabin.
"By the way, the question you asked before," Andrea said loudly to Carol's back. "Stuffing the straw into the soil should be to fertilize the fields. After all, Neverwinter doesn't need it to make fire anymore.
The God's Punishment Witch did not look back but made a "I understand" gesture.
Andrea could not help but smile. She turned to the direction of Neverwinter, and the expectation in her heart grew stronger.
"What is Princess Tilly doing now? Ashes must be around her. "
"Shavi must miss her so much. I'll play cards all night to satisfy my craving."
"And the last time when I traveled with Lorgar, Maggie specially helped me inform them in advance. At this moment, she should still be wandering in the Barren Land with Lightning, monitoring every move of the demons."
"Coo!"
A soft cry came from the sky.
"Uh... is this an illusion?" She seemed to have heard Maggie's cry.
As soon as Andrea raised her head, she saw a sturdy pigeon descending from the sky and slapping her in the face.
"It's true!"
Except for Maggie, she could not find such a strong pigeon.
"Ahem, you've become heavier again!" Andrea plucked the pigeon and spat out the feather in its mouth. "Where are the demons in the northwest? Don't tell me you're slacking again! "
"No, coo!" Maggie argued. "His Majesty asked me to take you back, coo!"
"But I'll be there soon..."
"I don't know, but I'm definitely not slacking." Maggie jumped onto the deck and transformed into a Devilbeast. The bow of the ship suddenly sank. "Hurry up, they're already waiting for you, coo!"
Afraid that the ship would capsize in the river, Andrea hurriedly climbed onto Maggie's back. "Wait, who... are they?"
"Countess Spear and Lady Camilla, coo!" Maggie spread her wings and carried her to Neverwinter.
...
The next meeting was not in the Witch Building or Roland's castle.
An hour later, Maggie brought Andrea to the border city wall. Besides Spear Passi and Camilla Dary, Anna, Sylvie, Lightning, and Summer were also waiting for her on the grassland.
His Majesty was also there.
"You asked her to take me back just to test the new weapon?" After listening to Roland's explanation, Andrea could not help but put her hand on her forehead. "Even if she didn't come, I could still arrive at the river dock tonight."
"But we can't afford to waste even a day." Roland briefly explained the news of the demons' movements. "The First Army will set off tomorrow. Before we reach the entrance of the tunnel, we must adjust this weapon specially made for you to a usable state."
"Is that so..." Andrea frowned slightly. The demons always gave people a sense of impatience. There was still some time before the appearance of the Bloody Moon, but they seemed a little too active. However, any movement of the demons could not be treated as a trivial matter. It seemed that the all-night card game would have to be postponed temporarily. "I see."
She turned her head and looked at a strange "gun" in the crowd. It was too big to call it a gun. The barrel alone was as long as an adult. It did not look like a weapon that could be carried by a person in a march.
If it was specially made for Ashes, it might be possible.
"What the hell is this weapon?"
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