Chapter 419 Faith

The smoke cleared and the woods returned to calm.

The witch's long braids spread out like white flowers spread under her body.

Steaming blood flowed freely from the back, and soon formed a circle of dark red puddles. The blood slowly soaked into the ground, melting away the hard and cold soil, and the air was filled with the smell of iron.

Nightingale knelt down and untied the blindfold from the witch's face, and found that the face looked surprisingly young. She should be about the same age as herself, but the scars on her eyes ruined the overall beauty. Her eyes were like red-hot irons being burned over and over again. As if it had been permed, the skin was shrunk brown, and the outline of the eye sockets had been lost.

This was undoubtedly caused by the day after tomorrow. Nightingale had lightly touched the wrinkled scars. It was unknown whether she suffered these before becoming a witch or after serving the church. But these are no longer important. From this moment on, she can no longer hurt more witches, and she no longer has to endure other tortures.

After searching the Holy Messenger's body, he dug out a letter, a seal and an emblem from the lining pocket of her robe. The emblem is a circle divided into crosses, with a fist clenched in the center.

Apart from that, she didn't carry any more items, whether it was a golden dragon or jewelry.

Perhaps she has never enjoyed anything in her life, Nightingale couldn't help but think.

"Hey, look what I caught," Lightning's voice came from mid-air. She raised her head and saw the little girl flying over with a struggling man, and then dropped him on the ground.

The other party groaned in pain, rolled twice, and seemed to want to get up, but his hands and feet were tied, so he could only twist back and forth on the ground helplessly.

Judging from the way this person is dressed, he must be a priest or priest sitting in another carriage.

"Where's Maisie?"

"She guided Ashes to pursue the escaping Judgment Army," Lightning walked to the side of the Holy Envoy, "Is this the witch trained by the church?"

"Well," Nightingale whispered, "she won't hunt us anymore."

"Looking at her appearance, it's hard to believe that she would regard us as enemies who must be killed..." the little girl sighed.

"Without the church, none of this would have happened," Nightingale looked coldly at the captured man. When the latter saw the witch lying in a pool of blood, his eyes immediately widened and he tried his best to say something, but because his mouth was blocked, cloth and unable to make a sound.

She pulled out the cloth and asked, "Do you have anything to defend?"

"Ahem...you, you actually killed the pure one of Bishop Tyfulon, you daring devils, sooner or later you will be hung by the church at the city gate for the crows to eat!"

"Even if we don't kill her, the fate of being caught by the church won't be much better," Nightingale said, "And compared to this, it's better for you to worry about your own situation first."

"Even if I die, I will be saved by the gods, but you will only sink into hell and be tortured for eternity!" He shouted loudly.

"That's why I blocked his mouth," Lightning said, spreading his hands.

Nightingale stuffed the cloth back again and said, "Leave it to Your Highness to deal with it. I heard from him that Iron Ax is very good at interrogating people like this."

…

It was already afternoon when Maisie arrived with two witches from Sleeping Island. Ashes jumped down from the back of the giant beast and landed firmly next to Nightingale, "Are you hurt?"

"It went well," she shook her head, "What about you?"

"Of course not one of them ran away," Ashes said with a proud smile.

"Is she dead?" Andrea glanced at the Holy Envoy after landing on the ground, "I thought you would spare her life."

"The enemy is a witch. Any hesitation or carelessness is extremely dangerous," Ashes curled his lips, "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to let her live."

"Tsk, tsk, you don't have any mercy on your fellow humans."

"She is not one of our kind, but a puppet controlled by the church," the extraordinary person said unconcernedly, "Besides, the same kind is sometimes much more cruel than the alien kind. At least I have never seen evil beasts or devils take it to People are imprisoned and tortured repeatedly for several years."

After she finished speaking, she took off her blood-stained gloves and handed her hand to Nightingale, "Your actions and performance are admirable. At this point, you did everything right."

"..." The latter stared at her for a moment before taking the offered hand and said, "Thank you."

It turns out that even someone like her would comfort herself, Nightingale thought, probably because she didn't want to feel too burdened by killing a witch.

Lightning also pressed his hand over, "I think this victory is worth celebrating."

Then came Maisie, "Goo!"

Andrea rolled her eyes, and put her last hand on everyone's hand, "I have to explain, if it's just your hand, I don't want to touch it at all, for Nightingale's sake."

"Okay, I know," Hui Jin raised his eyebrows.

Then the five people raised their hands to the sky together, like a strong tower standing in the cold wind.

…

Next, in addition to collecting the intelligence carried by the envoys, they also needed to bury the traces left by the battle. The group worked in the forest for two days before properly handling these trivial matters. It was already three days later when they returned to Border Town.

Landing in the back garden of the castle, Nightingale was immediately surrounded by her sisters.

"I heard you were injured? Where is the wound?" Nanawa shouted.

"She has been waiting for you for a long time, why did she come back now," Lily said dissatisfied.

"Do you... feel pain now?" Lucia asked eagerly.

"This batch of herbs is specially made by me. It can stop bleeding and reduce swelling. The effect should be pretty good, right?" Ye Zi smiled.

"You are too careless. You dare to run into the church alone. I'm afraid you won't be so lucky next time!" This was Wendy's voice.

"Forget it, it'll be good if you can come back safely." This was from Shujuan.

Seeing their concern, Nightingale truly felt the warmth welling up in her heart. She didn't know what kind of life the witches raised by the church lived, but she knew what it was like in the Witches' Union. There is no doubt that this is the place where she deserves to pay everything.

Then she saw His Highness Roland.

Lightning had already jumped into his arms, clinging to him like a gecko.

Maisie also flew over and lay on Roland's shoulder, rubbing his cheek.

Although Nightingale wanted to do this, she knew that she was no longer a child, so she resisted the urge to hug him. She walked up to His Highness and said with a smile, "I'm back."

"Well, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The prince's smile was still as familiar as ever. "Take a hot bath first and have a good rest. I have several packages of honey-glazed dried fish in the office drawer."

"Well, I won't be polite."

Nightingale raised the corners of her mouth.

She was convinced again that she was doing the right thing.

(To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-11-1404:05:32