Chapter 479 The Desire of the Heart

Wendy's life has been extremely fulfilling recently.

Just like her name, White Paper is rapidly absorbing knowledge about witches and magic. Reading and writing classes and natural knowledge education are also progressing very smoothly. Now she can learn new vocabulary by referring to literacy textbooks alone. It’s just that natural tutoring is a little more troublesome. Even Wendy can’t answer the questions the little girl sometimes asks. In the end, she can only ask Anna or His Royal Highness.

Compared with the blank paper, Axia is much clumsier, probably because of his age. He has to recite a word several times before he can memorize the spelling. He is also half-confident about the nature course. But Wendy didn't take it seriously at all. If they were as smart as Anna, they would be hit hard. What she lacks most now is time and patience.

After getting up every day, she would call the two of them to the living room to check the homework assigned yesterday - this is also the point of view promoted by Her Highness to all teachers in the Ministry of Education: If you only learn but do not practice, you will soon forget it. Only by practicing all the time can you remember it in your mind. , Wendy deeply agrees with this.

The next step is magic training. This piece of paper can already help Agatha make acid, or go to the shipyard to help speed up the hardening of cement, so Wendy's main target is newcomer Axia. It is said that she will join the Security Bureau together with Nightingale in the future to help His Highness reconstruct the crime scene, so the most important thing is to accurately control the playback time.

Fortunately, using abilities is like breathing for a witch. No matter how slow you are, as long as you can feel the magic power running, you won't be far behind. Wendy often pulled Maisie out as an example to encourage Asya not to be depressed because of her low natural magic power. Even a pigeon can evolve, let alone a normal witch? Of course, she would secretly bring Maisie some honey barbecue as compensation afterwards.

In the evening, there are routine elementary education classes. Considering the different learning progress of the new joiners, His Highness the Prince has divided the Witch Alliance into two classes. The original ones will continue to be taught by Shujuan and begin to learn elementary physics and chemistry, while the newly awakened ones will be tutored by Wendy. ——After the end of normal classes.

This is also the most relaxing moment of her day.

After all, as the first co-help witch to join the alliance, after a period of study, Wendy has widened the gap with the sisters at the forefront. She feels even more excited when she thinks that she has been given the responsibility of the alliance manager by His Highness. There's a lot of pressure on your shoulders.

Only when teaching new people can she put down her burden and devote herself wholeheartedly to it.

After giving them homework for the night, Wendy went to the bathroom and took a hot bath. She returned to the bedroom feeling comfortable, only to see Nightingale sitting on the bedside, holding a copy of "Basics of Natural Science Theory" in a daze.

It could only be that she was in a daze. If she had focused on the book, she would have fallen asleep in less than half a quarter of an hour - Wendy had never seen her read for more than a quarter of an hour.

"What's wrong?" Wendy lifted off the quilt and climbed onto the bed, sitting next to the other person.

Nightingale turned her head slightly and glanced at her. Her blank and empty expression made her heart tighten. She had only seen this kind of expression in Silver City, the day she first met Nightingale. At that time, she was walking alone in the snowy streets, completely ignoring the snowflakes covering her shoulders.

"His Royal Highness Roland and Anna are together..." she whispered, "I pushed him."

"..." Wendy didn't know what to say for a moment. She could also see that the relationship between Anna and His Highness had become much closer recently, but everyone had acquiesced to this, so she was not surprised - as His Highness The first witch she came into contact with, Anna was impeccable in every aspect. Apart from being unable to have children, Scroll even considered her to be the most suitable person to become the queen. But I didn't expect that this change was brought about by Nightingale.

"I'm obviously prepared and I know this is the inevitable result, but when I see them together, why... why do I still feel so uncomfortable?" Nightingale held onto Wendy's hand tightly, "I've long since I have made up my mind..."

Looking at the other party's appearance, Wendy also felt uncomfortable in her heart. The biggest impression Nightingale gave her was that of strength. Whether it was her distant relatives who imprisoned her with swords in Silver Light City, or fighting against the church in the Mutual Aid Association, no matter what kind of difficulties she was in, she would always be there. She could handle the challenge calmly, and even when faced with the aggressive Hakara, she never showed any fear. But in the face of feelings, she turned back into that helpless child again, and at this point, she was powerless to help her.

Because feelings themselves are not right or wrong.

Wendy had no choice but to hold her in her arms and pat her shoulders gently, "If you feel uncomfortable, just cry."

Nightingale shook her head and said in a low voice, "I made an oath when I left the Grant family...I will never cry again, I will never..." Her voice became lower and lower, and finally became almost inaudible. Wendy felt a warm and moist feeling gradually coming from her chest, but even so, she did not let out a single sob. Because of her efforts to endure, Nightingale's shoulders trembled slightly, and the hand holding her became harder and harder.

"I didn't cry..."

"Well, you didn't...I know." Wendy closed her eyes and began to regret what she had said to Nightingale - staying around is a simple answer. In fact, most witches will stay around His Highness. …because they have nowhere to go. Being willing to accept a woman who is infertile and unable to pass on the bloodline is an extremely unlikely event in itself, and the witches all understand this fact. But the most important thing to be around is distance. Just like the sun, everyone can bathe in the brilliance of the sun, but the closer you want to get, the easier it is to get burned. And what the nightingale wants to do is obviously not just Watch from afar.

This is not an easy path to take.

"Otherwise, just give up..." Wendy said softly, "Even if you take a step back, there are still sisters with you."

The long silence made time seem to freeze here, as if she was waiting for a trial. Even though the target was not herself, she still felt extremely uncomfortable. There were several times that Wendy couldn't help but ask again, but the words finally slipped back when they reached her lips.

Until the nightingale looked up.

The frames of her eyes were slightly red, but no tears could be seen - the moist feeling on her chest seemed to be her own illusion. When she saw the other party's eyes, Wendy knew that this trial had finally come to a conclusion... but it was not the end.

"I won't give up," she shook her head. "No matter what, I want to guard him until the end——"

Even if it is burned to ashes by the sun.

This is her answer. (To be continued.)