Wendy opened her eyes, and the unfamiliar rooftop came into view. There were wooden beams with cobwebs, gray brick ceilings, and a ring chandelier that had never been lit before. The scene went from vague to clear, until every detail was presented.
It wasn't a cold rock roof or a narrow tent, she thought, right, I've been away from the Witch Cooperation Association for more than half a month, I don't know if the mentor has led the sisters to the Holy Mountain?
She took a deep breath, although it wasn't as fresh and cold as in the cave, but the dull and warm atmosphere in the room made her feel very comfortable. Her body was wrapped in soft velvet, and there were several layers of cotton blankets under her body, so when she lay down, she would slightly sink. Even if she stretched her body completely, her toes would not be exposed.
The feeling of wanting to stay in bed made her feel a little guilty. Obviously, she had only been here for half a month, but she felt a long-lost sense of peace.
In the castle, no matter how late she got up, no one would disturb her. For example, now, Vendy turned her head and looked out of the window, the gray sky was even somewhat dazzling. It was probably past ten o 'clock (ten o' clock), in the past few years of wandering, there were few times when she could sleep peacefully. The slightest noise would wake her up from her dreams, and she had to prepare for today's food before dawn. When she went out, she had to worry about being discovered by the Church, and no one could guarantee that they would survive the next demonic bite.
Even if she was hiding in the Impassable Mountain Range, she should have been busy with chores, or helping to dry the food and herbs, drying the sisters' clothes that were wet from the snow, or cleaning the camp …
It wasn't that Vendy was unwilling to do these things, seeing everyone's smile, she would feel very happy. But she found that, for such a lazy life, she couldn't resist it, instead, she was somewhat immersed in it.
No, I can't be lazy like this anymore. She patted her cheeks and gathered her strength to get up from the bed. After all, in the convent, the head nun often warned that lazy people would not be blessed by God.
Later, I'll go to the back garden to practice controlling the wind, and while I'm at it, I'll blow away the snow. Thinking of His Royal Highness' requirements for practice, Vendy couldn't help but want to laugh. Those were some strange requirements – for example, after watching the demonstration, he wanted to be able to blow the wind more than ten steps above his head. However, no witch had ever been able to spread her magic so far. When he was told that he couldn't do it, he didn't get angry. Instead, he came up with a strange idea: Let himself stand on the stool and make a strong wind blow from both sides at the same time.Vendy gave it a try and found that it was a feasible method. The results of the test made His Royal Highness very satisfied. In addition to asking him to practice according to this method, he also asked him if he had acrophobia.
Just as Nightingale had said, His Highness Roland Wimbledon was an unpredictable person, but he was also a prince who cared deeply for the witches.
Thinking of this, Vendy sighed softly.
A prince who doesn't hate witches really exists. Master, you're wrong.
Putting on the new clothes, Vendy felt that her chest was slightly bloated. She was used to this kind of thing. Just when she was about to find a needle and thread to fix it, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
It was Nightingale who pushed open the door and entered. Vendy was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Your Highness hasn't woken up yet? You actually have the time to come here. "
"What are you talking about? I don't have the time to follow him every day." Nightingale raised the basket in her hand, "I brought you breakfast."
Breakfast was usually sent to the room by the maid. Except for Nightingale who often came to chat with her after His Royal Highness went to bed, it was very difficult to see her at other times. Vendy smiled in her heart. She just woke up and ran over to bring food, she must have sneaked in to see me several times.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" She took the basket, took out a piece of bread with cheese, and put it in her mouth.
"Well …" Nightingale went to the bed and sat down, "Nana will spend … that day today."
Vendy was silent. Although it was the first magic bite, it wouldn't be as violent and long-lasting as the day of adulthood, but it still couldn't be said to be absolutely safe.The younger one was, the lower their tolerance to pain. She put the basket on the low bedside table, walked in front of Nightingale, and patted the other's shoulder, "Didn't His Royal Highness say that as long as you keep releasing your magic every day, you can minimize the pain?"
"But that's just speculation."
"At least it sounds very reasonable," Vendy comforted her, "Didn't Anna come through like this? Even on the most difficult day of adulthood, she didn't suffer any harm. This is what you saw with your own eyes. "She paused, then asked," What about Nana? "
"She is now in the hospital," Nightingale couldn't help but smile, "I heard that her father, Baron Pine, bought a large group of wild rabbits from the hunters, and now they are all sent to the hospital. He said that she will continue to practice until tomorrow. "
"It's good to have such a father," Vendy sighed, "I don't remember anything about my childhood … It's very strange, it's like my memory is blank, I don't have a father, I don't have a mother. From the time I found out, I stayed in the monastery."
"It seems that I'm a little luckier than you."
"Well, a lot of luck." Vendy sat close to her, "Are you nervous?"
"…" Nightingale was silent for a moment, then gently nodded.
Vendy, of course, knew what the other was nervous about. Today was not only a crucial day for Nana, but also a crucial turning point to change the fate of the witches. If Nana could safely survive this backlash, it meant that the witches could completely get rid of the shadow of the devil's minions, and Border Town would become a veritable "Holy Mountain" – one day, all the witches would gather here, living a life no different from ordinary people, no longer having to wander around to avoid the Church's hunt.
"No matter how much we worry, it's useless, we might as well steal a day of laziness and accompany Nana."
"Steal … laziness?" Nightingale stared at Vendy with wide eyes.
"Yes, who told you to tell me the news so early, it made me nervous," Vendy simply said, "Since you're not in the mood to practice, it's better to visit Nana. Isn't it written in the contract? It's called paid leave. "
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After dinner, Nana's room was full of people – Anna, Lightning, Nightingale, Vendy, Mr. Pine, and Roland. Seeing this scene, the little girl's face was full of confusion, "Uh … will I die?"
"Of course not!" Everyone shook their heads.
"It's only the first time, the backlash won't be very strong," Vendy held Nana's right hand and said, "Concentrate, you'll be able to persist."
"If it hurts, pinch Dad's hand," Mr. Pine shook his daughter's left hand and said, "You've become very strong in the hospital, Dad is proud of you."
The little girl nodded, her line of sight crossed the crowd, and finally looked at Anna.
Anna stepped forward and kissed her forehead, "Live, okay?"