The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 57: The Serpent Witch's Way

However, Wendy was not as excited as Nightingale thought. Instead, he asked in a skeptical tone,

"Did he really say that?"

“Yes, even before I arrived at Border Town, he had already saved two witches, Anna and Nana.

From the beginning, the Prince never said that the power of the witch came from the devil; he said it was

our own strength"

Nightingale suddenly stopped, realizing that the others did not believe anything. A good stop, he thought, this isn't Wendy's fault.

They would probably only believe it when they heard it directly from the Prince, but perhaps they would doubt it.

After all, it would be what every witch's heart yearns for. We witches were oppressed for too long, even on the way from the east to the border of the Unpassable Mountains, he said,

we can see many living examples where witches were betrayed and abandoned, without anyone reaching out to them with the help of a hand.

When he thought of all this, his excitement gradually subsided. Perhaps this journey would not go as smoothly as he thought.

“Wendy, you know what my magic is like growing up on my adult day. In addition to being able to see the flow of magic within a person, I can also identify whether or not someone is lying, "nightingale said seriously,

just then when I asked him why he took such a big risk to save us witches, he replied,

"In Border Town, we don't care about your background." He just wants all witches to be able to live as free people.”

"But while doing this, he will be a thorn in the side of the Church,"

Wendy frowned and asked, "Even if the Prince doesn't understand what it means, you know that, right?"

Nightingale could not help it but she started laughing out loud,

“My initial thoughts are almost the same as yours, so I asked him: Do you think you can actually achieve this?

And guess how she answered me?”

He stopped, and then repeated word for word,

"If you don't step out, you'll never know the answer." Wendy was shocked when she heard this

and have to ask, “That's not a lie?”

"No lie." Nightingale confirmed.

“It sounds unbelievable.” Wendy's voice became a little relaxed.

He and Nightingale had been friends for many years, so he could not think of any reason why he was trying to trick her.

“Ya ...,” Nightingale sighed deeply.

If he hadn't personally heard it, since he could verify it with his abilities, he probably wouldn't have believed it so quickly.

Now in retrospect, like when they stood on the city walls and talked about it, Roland really rarely lied.

For two months she stayed by his side, at the side as they stood on the wall she sometimes tried to trick him once, but Nightingale was still very satisfied with his answer.

After all, he didn't care that he tried to trick her a little. Conversely if you would just tell an unknown witch all your secrets, it would be too ridiculous.

“Tonight, when we are all gathered, I want to convey this important news to all our sisters!” Nightingale looked at Wendy pleading and said,

"And I want you to help me convince them."

When night fell, the busy witches outside the camp returned one after another.

When they saw that Nightingale had returned safely, the witches became very happy, coming to her and asking how she was doing.

Seeing their arms wrapped in white cloth, Nightingale felt heavy in her heart; at first she still casually answered some questions, but over time she became more and more silent.

But then he started telling his long story. He talked about how he sneaked into Border Town, how he met Roland, Anna and Nana, the construction of the city wall, the construction of the steam engine, and the construction of the steam engine,

Nightingale even took out a construction plan drawing for the steam engine, to prove to everyone that she wasn't lying.

Most of the witches, after they entered the Witch Cooperation Association, would live a reclusive life.

For them, it was hard to imagine life in the outside world, so they listened attentively.

But when Nightingale said that Anna had not suffered any pain during her adult day unscathed, the crowd suddenly started to rampage.

This is a great concern, adult days plague witches throughout their lives, and lead to leaving behind a sheltered and warm life.

They even went to the Unpassable Mountains, losing everything just to search for the legendary Sacred Mountain.

If what Nightingale said was true, that there were territorial lords willing to accept them,

who even knew how they no longer had to suffer from the Devil Bite, wasn't it more perfect than Sacred Mountain?

At this point, a path began to spread through the crowd, and a witch with a head full of green hair and half her body plastered with snake tattoos walked in front of Nightingale.

When she saw him, Nightingale bowed and greeted him respectfully,

"Dear gentlemen, hello."

The witch who came was the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association, the Snake Witch Way. While talking to him, all the witches called him their mentor.

"I heard the story you just told me," as Cara spoke in her husky, hollow voice,

"Do you want to tell everyone that what we're doing is wrong?"

“No, mentor, it's not a story, I mean—“

"Enough," Nightingale was interrupted by Cara who waved impatiently,

"I don't know what happened to you, but when you went to this Border Town, it made you say such words.

A prince, who sympathizes with witches?

It's practically as ridiculous as sympathizing with a frog,

"She turned around with a cold smile, and raised her hand into the air while shouting,

"Sister! Have you all forgotten how that mortal man treated all of you!”

Not even letting Nightingale say anything, she continued to shout,

“Yes, that group of people, that incompetent group that pretends to fight in the name of God, who always directs a sharp knife or whip towards us.

If there is no God's Vengeance Pendant, how can they step on us witches?

Our ability comes not from the devil, but from a gift given by God!

Those who take over the authority of God should not be them, but us! We are sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association!

Sacred Mountain recorded in ancient books, is the residence of the gods!”

What ... Nightingale could not believe what she heard, although the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association had always been considered an eccentric.

He was deeply attached to the search for the Holy Mountain, with desires that exceeded those of ordinary people, but he was always very far from madness.

Although Cara was not as approachable as Wendy, at least she always treated her sister's attention sincerely.

But Nightingale never thought that she could be so hostile towards ordinary people. Could it be that for the past few years he had always suppressed his hatred and anger?

What is it called not to engage in profane affairs, just to conserve power, only so that one day we can retaliate like thunder in the future?

Nightingale thought to herself, is that the real reason why Cara hid herself?