The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 96: Leaves (Leaves )

Leaf saw that there were busy people everywhere; she never thought that she would ever return to a city in the secular world.

After crossing the border of Border Town, dust-covered one-story brick buildings appeared one after another in front of him.

Although it had only been half a year since he had escaped to the Unpassable Mountains, he still felt like he had just stepped into another world.

The Demon Moon had just ended, so after going through the winter the townspeople were lacking food and clothing,

and their body complexion must have been very bad, at least this is what Leaf remembered when she crossed the slum of Silver City and her trip to the West –

everywhere where people died of cold or hunger.

And if they were alive, they still walked as if they were already corpses. With blank stares and slow and unsteady movements.

But here, most of the people he saw were full of vitality, some even sunning fish at the entrance of their houses;

some had climbed onto their roofs to fix the broken tiles; other youths carried hoes and hammers.

They talked and smiled at each other while walking to the north of the city. To prevent others from trying to talk to him, Leaf pulled her hat down, as far as possible.

The castle stands in a very conspicuous area, placed in the southwest corner above the hillside.

There were no plants around, so if he wanted to sneak into the castle, it was quite difficult.

Hiding himself on a tree trunk would be fine, but letting him stand and walk would be too much.

For a witch, she was really not good at hiding her body. So after carefully considering his options, he,

Leaves thought that instead of hiding himself, he wanted to walk openly into the castle.

If Nightingale did not lie to him, even if she entered through the main entrance, she would not face any problems.

And if Nightingale tricked him, deceiving the Witch Cooperation Association, he was also confident enough that he could escape from the two guards at the entrance.

Of course, there was also the worst-case scenario, that Nightingale had betrayed everyone and there was no witch working for the prince.

If that was the case, he would most likely die.

As a top-tier fighting magician, very few people could escape if Nightingale wanted to kill them, she was probably even stronger than Cara.

If they fought each other, it was uncertain who would win.

The leaves are already preparing themselves for the worst case. If he cannot return, Scroll will take over as Mentor

and lead his last sister into their future –

no matter where their destination was, no matter where their place ended up, no one knew the answer.

He slowly walked up the hill, approaching the castle gate.

And immediately noticed by the guards, who placed their hands on the hilt of their swords, and someone loudly snapped:

"This is the Prince's Palace, this isn't the place for you, you should come back soon!" He paused for a moment, then added, adding,

"If there's something important that you have to report, go straight to the left and follow the road until you reach City Hall, there's someone who will accept you."

The leaf took a deep breath, then she took off her hood. Not surprisingly, he saw shocked expressions on their faces.

When he saw that the other party had recovered their feelings, he bluntly said:

"I'm a witch." As he said that line, he almost expected the other party to draw their sword.

But the two guards just stared at each other, no ordinary man could hide their disgust when he heard she was a witch,

but their faces only showed curiosity. One of them even asked with interest,

“You witch? What abilities do you have?”

Hearing their response Leaving the heart starting to beat faster, he could barely contain his excitement from breaking apart.

While trying to keep his voice calm, he said:

“I want to see Nightingale, Anna or Nana.

In Nightingale's story, witches often visited the castle. The prince did not restrict their freedom, only acted as their guardian, he said,

even let them come and go as they please... But if Nightingale's story wasn't true, the guards would have never heard their names.

A guard turned to his colleague, who had previously spoken loudly, patted his shoulder and said.

"You hold him here first and I'll tell His Majesty."

The leaves watching him walk through the gate, immediately disappearing towards the garden.

While waiting for what would happen now, he thought of the possibility. In the end, would Nightingale greet him like a sister, instead,

or were the guards currently surrounding him, or would he be attacked by a sword coming out from the shadows?

He found himself in a strange contradiction, obviously, he wanted to believe in Nightingale, but the closer he got to the answer, the more,

Anna and Nana's names aren't made up by her, are they? or the…

For him, time had never passed slower than this moment!

for him, it was a very long time he had to wait until his destiny was decided.

In the end, he had no idea how long or how short back then he would have to wait until he heard Nightingale's voice

as if in a trance state, he was unable to do anything, only asking himself if he heard it correctly.

A familiar figure emerged from the gate, bouncing and reaching the side of Leaf almost simultaneously with her voice.

The next moment he was already wrapped in a warm embrace.

"Go, welcome home!"

*

"This is my spare uniform, for now you can wear it" Nightingale said, rummaging through her closet.

“This jacket, shoes... well, this is also a nightgown and bath towel.”.

"Why are you in a hurry," Wendy shook her head with a smile on her face.

"You just have to wait until His Majesty wakes up, then he'll get everything."

Seeing how busy Nightingale was helping him, Leaves' eyes grew warm. He took a deep breath, trying to hold back his tears.

From the very beginning Nightingale had never lied to them, there really was a prince who treated witches well.

"Would you take a shower?" nightingale asked and placed the towel and bathrobe right beside her.

“At this time Your Majesty is taking a nap, when he finally wakes up he will gladly accept you.

Right, can you find the Sacred Mountain?

How are you and the other sisters?

When this sentence was spoken, Leaf's line of sight suddenly became blurred, unable to bear it any longer, she wrapped her arms around Nightingale, who had her arms around,

releasing the long-lasting pain in his heart. After a long cry, Nightingale's chest was already wet from tears, but at least Leaves was finally able to calm down.

Then he started telling them what happened after their last meeting, telling them about all the suffering they had to endure.

When it came to the point where her sister was buried in the wild, she sensed how Nightingale took her hand and squeezed it.

When Leaves' story ended, Wendy's gaze became extremely heavy,

“I never expected Cara to end the Witch Cooperation Association…

Of the forty-two brothers were only seven…

It was also my inevitable responsibility if I did not stand firmly by Nightingale's side"

"That's not your fault" Nightingale said sadly.

“No one can predict the future; now the important part is deciding what to do next.”

He looked at the Leaf,

"You said there were six other sisters who survived, where are they now?"

“They are at the entrance of the canyon waiting for a message from me.

We previously made a promise, if I can't go back, Scroll will take them away from here, maybe to the south end, maybe even cross the sea.”.

"Then we should go to the canyon and catch them," Nightingale said excitedly.

“I'll go now. Wendy will stay here and take care of you.”

“Wait a minute, what will you do if they don't trust you?

The leaves should go with you, just call Lightning to follow.

Right now he had to train for his flight towards Longsong Stronghold.

Take a few horses with you, like this, our sister can ride the last part of their path.”

Wendy urged cautiously.

"But Your Majesty .. Isn't he still sleeping?"

Leaf became dumbfounded, “Do you not need to get her approval first?

"Rest assured," said Nightingale reassuringly,

"If Your Majesty finds out about this, I'm afraid he'll go crazy from waiting."