The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 62: The Oath

Today was a very pleasant day with so many surprising things that Roland did not want to continue the tedious work with the steam engine.

Instead, he had his chef prepare an incredible dinner of black pepper steak and fried eggs without any restrictions on the amount that everyone could eat.

After eating, Lightning and Anna had to pat their bloated bellies while Nana, chewing the last piece of meat, was still full of vitality.

In addition to dinner, he had asked the waiter to prepare and deliver soft meat soup and wax pulp on a heat-resistant porcelain plate to Nightingale.

As soon as Nightingale and Wendy woke up, they could instantly eat hot food. After dinner, the next step is to arrange a room for everyone.

Fortunately, the rulers of Border Town liked the beauty and grandeur. Although this small town was only built for mining, it was,

as an initial security point, the castle is still built to the standard of a medium-sized city.

Thanks to this, Roland now had a nine hundred square meter living room spread over three floors, he said,

together with watchtowers and arrow towers in the form of pagodas on the four corners of the castle. He also has his own front room and back garden.

Roland arranged the room opposite Anna's room for Lightning while the room next to her went to Wendy after her rehabilitation.

When Roland saw Nana walk into Anna's room with the sugar stick in her hand, he could only shake his head in amusement.

Back in his office, Roland poured himself a cup of beer. A plan is only good until the first deviation.

He thought that with the help of Nightingale, he would get a new group of magicians, get a boost in science and technology and improve agriculture etc.,

but he never expected that the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association would have such hostility towards non-witches.

Witches like Nightingale seem to be a minority. Wendy .. after speaking to Lightning she knew that Wendy actually did not want to leave the Witch Cooperation Association.

He only intended to save Nightingale, but after his intervention, he was treated as a traitor by Cara and the other witches.

After his first drink, Roland poured a second drink for himself. Even if the beer is not the best, it is still better than nothing.

During the meal, Roland asked Lightning about his abilities and Wendy. Lightning says she can fly like a bird and fly freely in the air, while Wendy is able to control the wind.

Hearing this, Roland could not think of a good use for technological improvement, but for the upcoming war they had great potential.

He also asks her about the abilities of the other witches in the camp and finds that their abilities vary greatly and do not seem to follow any rules.

Some effects are almost inexplicable with science while some are downright bizarre.

For example, Cara the Serpent Witch, founder of the Witch Cooperation Association. He can condense his magic into – snakes These snakes are not an illusion, they can be touched and also attack the enemy.

Different colors of snakes represent different poisons. Lighting itself has only seen two types of snakes, paralyzed and poisonous.

Roland discovered that it was not only Anna, but Cara and the other witches could also only use their magic within a small distance.

For example, when Anna's Green Flame left a distance of five meters, it would suddenly disappear. Cara's snake also couldn't get lost too far. For Nightingale, the distance was even shorter.

When he wants to affect a foreign object, he must leave his fog and become visible.

For this reason, they were always equipped with bow arrows if they had to face the Church or any other army that possessed the Stone of God's Retaliation.

Otherwise, they could only escape in all directions. Roland worked until midnight, and the fire in the fireplace was already dim.

When he started sneezing he thought it was time to go to sleep. When he opened his bedroom door, he thought that he had gone to the wrong room - the

it was a familiar sight, where a woman was already in the room, sitting on her bed.

His figure was half shrouded in darkness, his fire-reflected shadow only emblazoned in mosaics, like a mural. However,

this time there was a big difference with the previous incident, which was that the woman was no longer wearing her body-covering robe.

Instead, he had replaced it with ordinary civilian clothes. His appearance was no longer hidden from the outside world, and now everyone could instantly see his appearance.

When Nightingale noticed that the Prince had entered, she got up and slowly walked over.

Even just after half a day of rest, his face looked better than most people's looks.

Her pale cheeks were replaced with reddish ones, and her hair did not make her look dull. He thought, I must say, the toughness of a witch is truly extraordinary.

"You've been working hard the last few days." Roland coughed,

break the silence and then continue, “Why don't you rest longer?

Lightning told me everything.”

Hearing this, Nightingale shook her head, giving a serious impression. This gave Roland the feeling that something was wrong, and in his eyes he could see an indescribable dedication.

Roland realized that he had made a decision and united his emotions towards her.

This expression of determination was hard to see in many others, so Roland waited until the others found the right words.

However, Nightingale did not immediately start talking. Instead, he took a deep breath, kneeling while holding the dagger in his hand,

and slightly bowing his head – this is the etiquette for a standard knight ceremony, when someone part of the aristocracy swears allegiance to a superior, they will often do it this way.

"Your Highness Roland Wimbledon, I, Veronica, also known as Nightingale, swear,"

he said in a formal tone,

"As long as you are kind to the Magicians, I will be ready to serve you, either as a powerful shield against the demons, or as your personal sword at night, without fear of regret, he said, until the last moment of my life.”

Roland thought, so this was his decision after the Witch Cooperation Association became very disappointing to him

and crushed his hopes of leading the witches into a better future.

If it went as he wanted, he would reject his offer, as he was more used to hiring or cooperating.

If there are further ambitions and shared ideals, they can become friends. However, he knew that sometimes there was no point in emphasizing equality and freedom.

As long as there is no suitable soil, even the best seeds will rot. As a prince, he would not be able to leave his role as a prince until he unified the kingdom..

After a moment of silence, Roland acted according to the court etiquette in the memories of the former prince. He took out his dagger and then touched his shoulder three times with his own sword,

"I accept your loyalty."

Nightingale's shoulders trembled slightly. It seemed like he could finally relax. Then he stretched out his right hand, holding it in front of the woman.

Nightingale took her fingers and gently kissed the back of her hand. With this the ritual ends.

Although the loyalty ceremonies performed by the witches were very inconspicuous, following the entire set of actions could not be archived against an ordinary background. And he also calls himself Veronica…

“Is Veronica your real name?

Don't you have a last name?"

Roland pulled her and asked.

“Yes, Your Grace. I've no intention of hiding anything from you. Five years ago, I left Gilen's house. Now home and I have nothing to do with each other.”

Nightingale told everything, and put even the final barrier into her heart by telling her own past.

He was born in Silver City, a city whose name came naturally from their precious silver mines.

His father was a viscount, but his mother was born an ordinary person. Such marriages are not common, but both are suitable.

In addition, Nightingale also has a brother named Hyde. He had spent his entire childhood in Silver City, and it was the happiest period of his life.