The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 35: The House

Nightingale was walking through the 'fog'. As he looked out from within the fog, the outside world was only two colors, black and white.

The lines that were originally the boundaries of an object are no longer so clear.

The boundaries of straight lines, dotted lines, and curved lines become indistinct, much like a child's painting..

This kind of feeling was rather difficult to express in words; nightingale took a long time to get used to the way of distinguishing between the borders.

If Nightingale used her strength properly, she would not be bound by anything while walking through the fog.

Even for something like a wall, just looking at it from a slightly different angle was enough to find a way in,

but when looking at it in the real world, there would definitely be no entrance. In fog, up and down, front and back are no longer fixed concepts,

they turned into one another, or could even be said to overlap.

For example, what Nightingale had just done. He entered the castle, which was under the watchful eye of the guards, unnoticed.

Then, in one step, the lines around her changed unexpectedly, and she stepped through the ceiling out of nowhere, arriving at Anna's room.

For him, this was a completely free world without any rules. Nightingale could only relax in the 'fog' world'.

Despite being quiet and desolate, he would never face any threat there.

Most of the time, the world in the fog was black and white, but sometimes he could see other colors.

For example, when he saw Anna. The difference between witches and ordinary people was their magic power.

Nightingale could see this power flowing and fading within a magician; this was the only color in the fog world.

She had never seen anyone like Anna before, with colors so full and intense –

an aquamarine glint surged within him, in the middle of him close to the incandescent, he could barely see it.

All of this made Nightingale very confused, because in general the color will show the ability and magic power of witches.

In his time at the Witch Cooperation Association, he had seen many witches with fire abilities when they used magic.

The luster inside was always orange or red like a living cloud of fireballs, but regardless of its size or brightness, other witches could not compare to Anna.

If this was not yet difficult to comprehend, the other points were even more incredible.

Inside him there was so much magic, how could he still be alive?

Within the entire Witch Cooperation Association, Nightingale had yet to find anyone with such astonishing magical power.

Even if it was an adult witch, she would be a dwarf compared to Anna. If Anna becomes an adult ...

Nope,

Anna would never have this chance.

Nightingale had to sigh, as the stronger her magic power was, the stronger her bite was.

He could not even imagine what would happen when the time came for Anna to face her trial;

he would most likely face a terrible ordeal.

The pain of feeling his organs being torn from the inside out did not make people lose consciousness until they let go of their resistance, accepting their death.

They will repeatedly experience constant pain. He walked out of the fog, allowed his temporary depressed feelings to fade, and cheerfully said,

"Good morning, Anna." Anna was already used to the behavior of the other party who had suddenly appeared.

He nodded his head, but did not reply, and continued to train his flame.

Nightingale rubbed her own nose and then went to Anna's bedside. Nightingale had already seen this kind of exercise a lot.

He had even been watching when Anna had just started practicing. Accidentally lighting his clothes in the backyard garden shed, he,

he always had a bucket full of clothes next to him that he could change.

Then, he was able to make his flame skillfully dance on his fingertips; then, even Roland no longer watched his practice, either,

but instead it knocked down the warehouse in the park and turned it into a place to enjoy afternoon tea and sunbathing.

Even so, according to the prince's orders from before, Anna continued to do her training for one to two hours every day – but now in her own room.

"I brought a fish cake, do you want to eat it with me?"

Nightingale took out a cloth from her chest, opened it and divided the fish cake into pieces for each of them.

Anna nodded after she kissed the fish cake.

"Wash your hands before eating them," Nightingale laughed.

Fortunately, Anna did not hate Nightingale, after all, it was not good for Nightingale to speak to herself.

Overall, Anna obviously cares deeply for Nana but does not express her concerns too much.

In fact, when he was not in front of Roland, he rarely spoke. Instead, Roland spoke too much.

He always had a lot to say. For example, when eating, he will have so many – rules

like 'washing hands before eating.'

, 'don't eat too fast.'

, 'Don't take it and eat it after it falls to the ground.',

he can give a long statement to everything. At first, he was very impatient, but then he found out that it did not matter because here he was a farmer and he was his master.

After all, it was the 4th Prince's castle, since he stayed here and ate his food, he reluctantly started listening to his speech.

Now, he was also starting to get used to this rule. He doesn't know why, though,

but when she herself, Anna, Nana, Roland, and Carter would compete for a place in the queue to wash hands, she would feel a hint of inexplicable pleasure.

Anna reached into the bucket of well water and cleaned her hands, then lit a fire to dry it.

After which, he picked up a piece of fish cake and sat down at the table, sweetly biting his little mouth to chew it slowly.

"You really don't want to come back with me?" Nightingale asked him once more.

“There, we will have many sisters; they will take good care of you.

Here, you can only live and do something within reach of the castle, don't you feel bored?

Although they are called Unpassable Mountains, you can find many materials to survive, and there we will all become one big family, he said, everyone there gathered for the same purpose.

Your magic power is very strong, they will gladly welcome you.

This winter, I'm afraid this winter will be your last.”.

When he spoke up until there, Nightingale fell silent.

it might be too late, he thought, even if they returned to the camp, for Anna to have such powerful magic power, it was almost impossible for her to get through adulthood.

The only thing Nightingale could do for Anna was to remain by her side when she died.

“How was your life as a child, before joining the Witch Cooperation Association?” Nightingale was startled by Anna's question,

after all, he rarely asked questions. “I... used to live in a big city in the eastern part of the Kingdom. Actually, it's not far from the capital.”

"Do you have a happy life?"

Pleased?

No, he did not want to remember his daily life back then, he had to rely on others, and was humiliated and ridiculed.

When they find out that she has turned into a witch, her life becomes worse than a cat or a dog.

He was tied up with a chain around his neck and forced to work for them. So remembering this, Nightingale shook her head and whispered,

"Why are you asking this?"

“I live in the old city area.” Anna once again told her own story.

“My father sold me for 25 gold royals to the church, but since His Majesty has taken me out of prison, I am living a very happy life here. “

"But, you can't get out of the castle, and except for Roland Wimbledon, everyone else outside still hates witches."

“That's not important to me, and he also said that he will change all of this in the future, can't he do that?”

“It will be difficult. As long as the church has not collapsed, they will always talk about witches as evil.”

Anna did not immediately refute and was silent for a long time. It was even so long that Nightingale thought that Anna would never talk about this again when she suddenly asked,

“Where do you have a better life?

When were you with the Witch Cooperation Association or staying here with us?

"You ... What are you saying ah?"

this question caught Nightingale completely off guard, though,

"Well, of course ..."

It would be the same as the Witch Cooperation Association, right?

To be honest, he was not too interested in searching for the Sacred Mountain, but was interested in the place where all his friends lived.

As for Border Town?

If he had not heard that a witch was in danger, he would never have come to this city!

So the answer should have been very clear, but why couldn't he say it the first time?

Then Anna started to smile. Nightingale rarely saw his smile, her eyes shining like a lake where the morning sun was reflected, glittering.

Somehow, he feels comfortable – even if he is not in his own 'fog' world.

“I heard Roland say that the Witch Cooperation Association is looking for the Holy Mountain in the Northern Mountains

and that the Holy Mountain is a safe home for all of you, but for myself,

I think I have found my Sacred Mountain.” This castle is the Holy Mountain.

Nightingale realized that although Anna would not live any longer, her soul had arrived at the place most witches wanted to be.

At this moment, from the other side of the door, there were running footsteps. Nightingale listened carefully, they belonged to the panicked Nana.

Then the door opened, and it was Nana Pine who rushed in. While tears streamed all over her face, she jumped into Anna's embrace.

“A-What should I do? Sister Anna, my father has learned that I have become a witch!”