The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 91: The Prison of the Heart

The corridor was illuminated by the moonlight that fell through the window, but only half of Anna's face was visible.

His eyes reflected a dim blue light, looking like two stars in the darkness.

Anna is leaning against the door, with most of her body hidden in the shadows, but her outline is still visible –

good nutrition had completely transformed her previously thin and thin body, turning her into an adult female body.

Her body is perfect, containing curves that match her age but also the unique charm of youth.

Roland put on a calm face, stepping slowly forward until he was discovered by Anna.

Finally, he stood in front of her and they looked into each other's eyes.

"It was just an accident, I didn't know he was going to do it—" Roland began.

"I know."

"he's a minor, so I don't care—"

"Here, I understand." Anna reacted very differently than Roland had expected.

It seemed like Anna was not at odds with him, she could not detect a trace of displeasure on her face, there was only a serious look.

There were no waves within her lake-like blue eyes, Roland realized that she was still a straightforward woman, she did not like camouflage and did not need to hide anything.

Sure enough, he took the initiative, and said: "I can't be like Lightning, in front of so many people I don't dare to show like ...

brave behavior, so I have to wait for you here."

After this sentence, her cheeks flushed red, but even so, she did not back down and her eyes were still focused straight into Roland's eyes.

His appearance could even be said to be very serious.

For Roland's two heartbeats, he wanted to say something, but he felt that right now everything he could say was meaningless.

He might object to Lightning's actions, but grieving or complaining was not his way of acting, he would only express his own feelings.

Honest and hardworking children should not be rejected, he thought. So Roland bowed, approaching Anna's cheek,

it even felt its breath on its face, like the spring breath that fiddled with its heart.

In a calm environment they could clearly hear each other's nervous breaths, then, soft lips slightly touched Roland's cheeks.

"Good night, Your Majesty," whispered Anna.

*

Wendy lay in bed looking at some books. For him, times like this where he had free time were extremely rare.

During his time at the Witch Cooperation Association, he would also never think of living such a life.

It wasn't long since he started living inside the city, but he had already developed a habit to:

Before going to bed, he cleanses his body. And then she would wear a silk dress, which was not tied around the waist or fastened.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a soft pillow between his back and the wall, read the book he had borrowed from His Majesty.

It took a lot of time for him until he got Lightning to rest, so after that he had no intention of returning to the back garden to continue the celebration,

instead, he took a shower and went to sleep. He is currently reading a history book on the origins of the Church.

Although she grew up in a monastery, this was a theme she did not know much about.

The nuns always warned them to obey the teachings of God, but they never mentioned the name of God - during her childhood, she said,

this difference always confuses him. Everything has a name, so why of all things does the noblest God not have it?

What was recorded in the books he had read and the rumors he had heard later basically told the same thing.

At the beginning of mainland history, there were three major religions, which regarded each other as heretics, believing that their god was the only one.

This battle of faith lasted for nearly a hundred years, and in the end, the Church won its final victory.

They declare that other Gods have been destroyed, and that calling God by another name is forbidden, this is the word of God itself.

The following pages describe the glory and immortality of the church, including the construction of the Old Holy City and the New Holy City,

and their victory over the evil witches. To Wendy, this all felt very strange. He also borrowed books,

“The History of the Kingdom of Graycastle”

and “A History brief of the Mainland” from Roland.

The first almost clearly records the founding, development, and major events of the Kingdom.

Like the name of each king and the marital status and whereabouts of his children.

The family with all its branches is described in great detail, so it almost looks like a detailed pedigree.

“Score History Mainland”

more focused on the evolution of the four kingdoms, their alternation in dealing with their power and political struggles inside and out.

But in the book History of the Church, there is no mention of a single Pope, nor can it be said that it is the same thing they have done in the name of God.

They simply replaced their old name with the title of Pope. So in the whole book, it seems like there has only been one pope for hundreds of years of history.

This is inconsistent with common sense, rather than calling it a record, it would be better to say it is a deliberate delusion. At this moment,

Nightingale suddenly appeared in Wendy's room. When Wendy finds him, she lays down her book and looks at the others with interest:

"It's so late, and you're only now free to talk to me?"

Nightingale rubbed her strained neck, and went to the bedside to sit down,

"I just finished my work bringing Nana home, how are you doing with Lightning?"

“On the way he endlessly talked about his father, yet when he hit the bed, he instantly fell asleep, he fell asleep,

I don't even need to read some stories to him.”

Wendy shrugged her shoulders.

“He always acts like he's grown up, but he's actually still a kid.”

"In your eyes, everyone is still a child,"

nightingale said teasingly and picked up the book that Wendy had previously held.

“Your Majesty has said that you should not read at night, especially that you should not read while sitting in bed.

The lighting is not good enough and will hurt your eyes.”

"Yes, Your Majesty did say that."

The two talked for quite a while. They talked about the time when they traveled together from the Silver City to the Unpassable Mountains, he said,

what happened when they heard about the witches who were about to be killed, how they survived the Moon Demon.

Nightingale had so much to say, so much so that Wendy could only occasionally throw out a sentence or two.

Over the past five years, the two were so inseparable that they had developed a tacit understanding between each other.

So time passed slowly until finally the candle almost went out. Seeing this Wendy began to laugh and ask,

“How? Can't you sleep because of Lightning's actions today?"

"What are you talking about…?"

"What else can happen," Wendy smiled and shook her head.

"Veronica, we are witches, you should know what that means."

"..." - ".Nightingale remained silent, and even after a long time she didn't know what to say,

"Well." yeah."

This fate, no magician could avoid it. Wendy threw away her smile, sighed and then said,

“Roland Wimbledon is the 4th Prince of the kingdom, and we must do everything possible to ensure that he will take over the throne.

Then when he rules the kingdom, he will be able to give us the sisters a sanctuary against the Church.

But it also means that he has become King, and then there will come a time, where he must marry the daughter of a Duke or the princess of another kingdom.

Then they'll get a child, maybe one or several. If he is a man, he will inherit the country,

and if female she will be married to another noble family.”

Here Wendy paused for a moment, giving Nightingale time to prepare as she had to say the words, which the witch did not want to hear, she said,

"Veronica, we are witches, witches can't bear children."

“Even with the most optimistic results, where there is no difference between ordinary people and us witches, the,

where we can freely walk on any path through the kingdom even after the death of His Majesty.

With occasional cases of extraordinary witches gaining the right to enter upper-class society, it might even be canonized as a noble.

There will always be a case that we witches will never be able to have offspring.

And without descendants, we cannot continue the family's glory, so the nobles would not even consider marrying any witches.

So we will get some things, but at the same time, an important part will be taken away from us.

'This is our destiny, ' he whispered,

"i hope I don't have to tell you this."

"I understand" whispered Nightingale.

When Nightingale finally left, Wendy felt unwell. But he believed that Nightingale could still overcome this setback,

after all, he had already gone through so much trouble, he would definitely also be able to cross this threshold. About this, Wendy was sure.