Chapter 78 Accompanying

Wendy opened her eyes, and some strange roofs came into view. ≥ ≯＞One novel ﹤＜≤≦≤﹤﹤＜＜﹤﹤Wooden beams with cobwebs hanging, gray masonry ceiling, and a circular chandelier that has never been lit. Scenes go from blurry to clear until every detail is revealed.

It's not a cold rock roof or a narrow tent, she thought, by the way, she has been away from the Mutual Aid Association for more than half a month, I wonder if the mentor has led the sisters to find the holy mountain smoothly?

She took a deep breath. Although it was not as fresh and cold as in the cave, the dull and warm atmosphere in the room made her feel very comfortable. The body is wrapped in soft velvet silk, and there are several layers of cotton blankets under the body, which will sink slightly when lying on it. Even if the body is completely straightened, the toes will not stick out of the bed.

The feeling of wanting to stay in bed and not get up made her feel a little guilty. She had only been here for half a month, but she felt a long-lost sense of peace of mind.

In the castle, no one bothered her no matter how late she got up. For example, now, Wendy turned her head and looked out the window, the gray sky was even a bit dazzling. This time is probably past fox time (10 o'clock). In the past few years of wandering, there are very few times when I can sleep peacefully. A little noise will wake you up from your dream, and you have to start preparing today's food before dawn. If you go out, you are always worried that you will be traced by the church. No one can guarantee to survive the next demon phagocytosis.

Even if she was hiding in the Impassable Mountains, she should have been busy with chores, or helping to dry food and herbs, drying the snow-wet clothes of the sisters, or cleaning the camp, etc...

It's not that Wendy doesn't like to do these things. Seeing everyone's smiles makes her feel extremely happy. But she found that she also couldn't resist such a lazy life, but was a little immersed in it.

No, I can't be so lazy anymore. She patted her cheek and got up from the bed with all her strength. After all, when I was in the monastery, the head nun often warned that lazy people cannot be blessed by the gods.

Later, go to the back garden to practice wind control, and blow off the snow by the way. Thinking of His Royal Highness' request for practice, Wendy couldn't help but want to laugh. Those were some weird requests—for example, after watching the ability demonstration, he hoped that he could blow the wind ten steps above his head. Yet no witch has ever extended her magic so far. When he was told that he could not do it, he was not only not angry, but came up with a weird idea: let himself stand on the stool, so that strong wind blows up and down at the same time. Wendy tried it, and found that it was a feasible solution. His Royal Highness was very satisfied with the test results. Apart from asking himself to practice more in this way, he also asked himself if he had a fear of heights.

As Nightingale said, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon is an elusive person, but he is also a prince who loves witches.

Thinking of this, Wendy sighed lightly.

Princes who don't hate witches really exist, sir, you are wrong.

Putting on brand new clothes, her chest felt slightly swollen—Wendy was used to this kind of thing, just when she was about to find a needle and thread to modify it, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

"come in."

It was Nightingale who opened the door and entered. Wendy was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "Has your Highness not woken up yet? You actually come to my place when you have time."

"What are you talking about? I don't have time to follow him every day." Nightingale raised the basket in her hand, "I brought you breakfast."

Breakfast is usually delivered to the room by the maid. Except for the nightingale who often comes to chat with him after the prince goes to bed, it is difficult to see her at other times. Wendy smiled from the bottom of her heart, and ran over to deliver food as soon as she woke up. She must have sneaked in to see herself a few times.

"Come on, what's the matter?" She took the basket, squeezed a piece of bread with cheese from it, and put it in her mouth.

"Hmm..." Nightingale walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, "Nanava is going to spend...that day today."

Wendy said silently, although it was said that it was the first magic backlash, and it would not be as violent and long-lasting as the coming-of-age day, but it still cannot be said to be absolutely safe. The younger you are, the lower your tolerance for pain. She put the basket on the low bedside cabinet, walked up to Nightingale, and patted her on the shoulder, "Didn't your Highness say that as long as you keep releasing your magic power every day, you can minimize the torment."

"But that's just speculation."

"At least it sounds reasonable," Wendy comforted. "Isn't that how Anna came here? Even in the most difficult adult days, she didn't suffer any harm. This is what you saw with your own eyes." She paused After a pause, he asked, "Where's Nana?"

"I'm in the hospital now," Nightingale couldn't hold back when she said this, and the corners of her mouth curled up. "I heard that her father, Baron Payne, bought a large group of hares from Orion, and now they are all sent to the hospital. He said that he will continue to practice." till tomorrow."

"It's great to have such a father," Wendy sighed, "I don't remember what happened when I was a child... It's strange, it's like there is a blank in my memory. There is no father, no mother. From now on, stay at the monastery."

"Looks like I'm a little luckier than you."

"Well, a lot of luck." Wendy sat down next to her, "Are you nervous?"

"..." Nightingale was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Of course Wendy knew what the other party was nervous about. Today was not only a crucial day for Nana, but also a critical turning point in turning the fate of the witch. If Nana can survive this backlash, it means that the witches can completely get rid of the shadow of the devil's minions, and Border Town will also become a veritable "Holy Mountain" - one day, all witches will gather here, Live the same life as ordinary people, and no longer have to wander around, avoiding the hunting of the church.

"It's useless to worry about it. Let's just take a lazy day and go with Nana."

"Stealing...lazy?" Nightingale stared at Wendy with wide eyes.

"Yeah, who told you to tell me the news so early, it made me nervous," Wendy said bluntly, "Since I'm not in the mood to practice, I'll go visit Nana. Isn't it written in the contract? It's called paid leave."

...

After dinner, Nana's room was already full of people - Anna, Lightning, Nightingale, Wendy, Tigu, and Roland. Seeing this situation, the little girl's face was full of confusion, "Uh...will I die?"

"Of course not!" Everyone shook their heads together.

"It's just the first time, and the backlash isn't very strong," Wendy said while holding Nana's right hand, "Concentrate on it, and I'll make it through."

"Pinch Dad's hand when it hurts." Tigu shook his daughter's left hand and said, "You have become very strong in the hospital, and Dad is proud of you."

The little girl nodded, looked over the crowd, and finally looked at Anna.

Anna stepped forward and kissed her forehead, "survive, okay?"

"……Um."