The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 99: Night talk

The witches were unable to sleep at the moment, after suffering for so long, they still could not believe that they were welcomed by the Prince.

There were no shackles and no guards, the Prince even allowed everyone to stay inside the castle, sleeping in such a spacious room.

Wendy had expected that her sister would feel uncomfortable, so she along with Nightingale went to gather all their sisters and meet in one room.

There they sat on the ground in a circle, chatting happily and calming their emotions.

This is the way a leader should have, Leaves thought to himself, in his heart,

if Cara, who was really meticulous, she would never notice their condition, or even if she were to realize it, she would see no reason to comfort her sister.

"Sister Wendy, Your Grace ... What should we do?"

Hummingbird asked timidly.

“Our capabilities are much worse than you and Sister Nightingale can offer.”

This caused a feeling of resonance within his other sister, who nodded in support of him.

Seeing this Wendy started laughing, “Let me think, well..The first thing you should all do is train your abilities.”.

"Train our abilities?" Soraya asked hesitantly,

"Does Your Majesty want me to draw portraits of him all day?"

"Maybe," Wendy patted the head of Mystery Moon.

“You too, even if Cara forbids you from using your abilities in the camp, Your Majesty does not.

Instead, he even encourages you to use and discover your own abilities.”

“But my ability brings trouble for our sister,” Mystery said in a very slow voice.

“Although so, you still need to practice,” said Wendy firmly.

“This is to save your life.”

"What is the relationship of life and death by training our abilities?" The leaves could not help but ask.

"Yes, the witches by His Majesty's method can survive the Day of Resurrection," Nightingale interrupted before Wendy could reply.

“From now on, we can say goodbye to the devil bite, we all sisters can easily pass the Day of Resurrection.”

All the witches were now staring at Nightingale, and for now they could not believe what they heard.

"Are you talking about what happened to Miss Anna?" Scroll asked in surprise,

"but last time you didn't tell us how he got there."

"Yes, at the time it was still only His Majesty's speculation, but in the meantime, it was also Nana's resurrection Day - all day he was unharmed."

"Then this method is ..." Scroll could not speak any further, it was too unbelievable.

"As long as we can consume all of our magic power every day," Nightingale continued explaining, explaining,

"I can see how the magic power inside your body is changing, due to ordinary use, your body can adapt to magic.

and your magic reserves will also increase by – while at the same time the suffering during the demon bite will also decrease.

As you approach your Resurrection Day, as long as you consume all of your magic and keep your magic reserves empty, the devil bite will not harm your body.”

“I think everyone can even vaguely feel it,” Wendy added,

“While we are always pursued by the church, we always hide in the farthest part of the city, not daring to use our abilities.

So every winter we lose a lot of sisters.

But this year, while living in a camp in the Unpassable Mountains, other than Ari and Ami, everyone can live safely through Resurrection Day.”

Thinking of this, Leaf took a deep breath, when she discovered the devil bite while traveling through the wilderness, its duration was extremely short.

"In other words, the Holy Mountain is not a piece of land ..."

"Yes, the Holy Mountain is not a place,"

Wendy nodded.

“As long as we can accept ourselves as we are, do not consider ourselves to be subordinates of the devil, and when no longer hiding our abilities, we are our own Sacred Mountain.”

“Wendy even asked His Majesty if he would allow her to go to the Witch Cooperation Association camp when the Demon Moon had ended, to tell you the news.”

Nightingale looked at Wendy and softly said, "Like this, even if you haven't found the Sacred Mountain yet, you can still live freely within the mountain range."

Wendy smiled and shook her head,

"It doesn't matter whether you are needed by His Majesty or not. Even if it's just for a reason to keep yourself safe, you need to practice every day.”

“If this is really the key to release us from the devil's bite, could it be that other witches already know this?” Scroll asked and after thinking for a moment,

he answered his own question, though,

“We are not the first Witch Community. The Kingdom of Dawn and the Kingdom of the Wolf Heart already had their own society.

We even sent them letters inviting them to accompany us in our quest for the Sacred Mountain, but we never received any reply from them.

Leaf sighed softly, she had the same thought but did not say it.

Ever since Cara found the ancient book in the ruins at the eastern border of the Kingdom of Graycastle, she had great faith in the Sacred Mountain and took us all with her in her quest.

At this point, the community began their long journey into exile, almost throughout the kingdom.

During the trip, we met many new sisters, but we also lost many of them.

If we had hidden ourselves in the rubble from the start, would we have found the key?

"We can try to contact the witches who are hiding in other cities" Nightingale said,

"this is His Majesty's plan. He wanted to tell the other witches about this hideout by releasing rumors. Like this, it would definitely greatly release their worries.

"In the end, I still don't understand why His Majesty should accept all of us witches?" echo asked, clearly confused.

The southern witch obviously suffered worse than most other witches.

First, he was sold by his own people to a Clearwater Port businessman, who then took him to the capital and sold him once again to the King.

He was forced to learn royal etiquette and how to dance. He even had to learn how to please a man skillfully.

If not for the Witch Cooperation Association saving him, he might have already been sold at a very high price to a Duke and minister.

“Maybe he is just like the one who previously wanted to buy you,” Lily said while sneering, saying,

“That man..”

"Don't talk about things you don't understand, Lily," Nightingale said firmly and clearly unhappy.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Roland, is clearly different from everything you're talking about, after all, some of us have lived here for quite a while already."

"Let's end up here for today," Wendy decided and said while keeping a friendly smile,

"It's late, so everyone should go back to their room and try to sleep.

Even if your abilities are completely useless to His Majesty, he still says that what he wants is

You can all live life in Border Town as normally as possible. If you want to know what His Majesty will ask you tomorrow, that is,"

here he deliberately paused for a moment,

"I want you to accept this contract." After Scroll and Leaves finally returned to their own rooms and closed their doors, the first said:

"It's late, we should sleep now."

"healthy." Even before His Majesty asked about his abilities, he had already arranged a room for him and Scroll together.

Even so, he said that this was only a temporary arrangement, and if the construction inside the city was completed, he could get his own room.

But in his view, this bed was quite spacious for three people, so it was not too much of a problem.

He took off his coat, went under the blanket and was immediately wrapped by an indescribable feeling of softness and comfort.

After feeling very happy to finally have a comfortable bed to sleep in, Leaves could not help but hum and started humming happily while burrowing his head into the pillow.

After a long time, he softly asked:

"Do you blame Cara for what we have to face?"

The scroll went silent for a very long time, then he sighed and finally spoke, saying,

“No one can predict the future, no matter what he does later, at least at first he really wants to find a home for us witches.

Where we can live in peace, without having to think about anything bad. But this isn't all important, you have to sleep now, son.”

With this he closed his eyes and muttered,

"Good night."