Release that Witch

Seeing the busy people around, the leaves did not expect that they would have a day close to the secular towns.

After entering the boundary of Bianbu Town, the low-rise brick-and-mortar bungalow was like a dusty memory, and appeared in front of her. It was less than half a year after she fled into the desolate mountains. She felt that the scene in front of her was stranger to another world.

The demon moon just passed, the townspeople spent the winter after the lack of clothing and food, the temperament and body are very bad, the leaves remember that the Communist Youth League had passed through the slums of Silver City in the winter - everywhere are hungry frozen bodies, still Living people are also like walking dead, numbness, and slow movements.

But here, the people she saw were mostly full of energy, some drying the dried fish at the door of the house; some climbing the roof to repair the broken tiles; more are the men of the year carrying the **** and the hammer, they talked to each other Laughing to the north of the town. In this case, the leaves will pull down the cap and avoid as much as possible.

The location of the castle is striking, on a high hillside in the southwest corner of the town. There are no plants around that that can be used, and it is very difficult to sneak into it silently. It’s okay to hide in the trunk to avoid the enemy. It’s too big to let the tree climb up and send yourself in.

She is not a witch who is good at hiding her body. After thinking about it again, the leaves feel that they are hiding in hiding, but they are not as good as entering the castle.

If the nightingale didn't lie to her, there would be no problem even if I walked in from the main entrance.

If the nightingale deceived her and deceived the sisters of the Communist Youth League, she also had the confidence to escape from the pursuit of the two guards in front of the gate.

Of course, the worst case is that the nightingale completely betrayed everyone, relying on hunting witches to work for the prince, then he will die here in all likelihood. As the top-class combat witch, few people can escape the night and chase, even if it is as strong as Hakala, there is no grasp of victory.

The leaves have been prepared for the worst. If she can't go back alive, the book will take over as a mentor and lead the sisters to go on – as far as the destination is, where are their destinations, no one knows the answer.

She slowly climbed up the hill and was near the castle gate. The guard quickly noticed her, put his hand on the hilt and shouted loudly: "This is the prince's palace, not where you should come, back!" He paused and added, "If there is something important." To report, go straight to the left along this road and go to the City Hall. There will be someone to receive you."

The leaves took a deep breath and took off their hood. Unsurprisingly, she saw the two people showing a surprised expression at the same time, waiting for the other person to come back, she said straightforwardly: "I am a witch."

At the moment of this sentence, she was almost ready for the guards to pull the sword. But the two guards just looked at each other and there was no such thing as an ordinary person who could not conceal his disgust when he heard the witch. One of them even asked with great interest: "Witch, do you have anything?"

This kind of reaction made the heartbeat of the leaves suddenly aggravate. She forced the excitement of almost bursting out, saying in the calmest tone: "I want to see the nightingale. Or Anna and Nanawa can."

In the story of the nightingale, the witch is a frequent visitor in the castle. His Royal Highness does not imprison their freedom, and the guardian guarding the castle, under the direction of the Four Princes, turns a blind eye to them entering and leaving the place... If the nightingale is true, The guards could not have heard of their names.

The guard who asked the voice patted the shoulder of the partner. "You look at her here, I will inform my Highness."

The leaves saw him walking into the gate and soon disappeared into the garden.

What are you waiting for yourself, is it a welcoming sister, or a roundup by the guards, or a sharp blade from the shadows?

She found herself caught in a strange contradiction, clearly wanting to believe in the nightingale, but the closer she is to the answer, the more she is afraid of disappointment. Will the nightingale make a face-lift here, not calling this name at all? Will Anna and Nanava be made up by her? or……

Time has never been so slow like this! Every heartbeat seems to span a hundred years. In the long time, she quietly waits for her own destiny.

I don't know how long it was, or just for a short while, she heard the sound of the nightingale - she thought she was wrong.

A familiar figure emerged from behind the door, swooping at her, almost arriving at the same time as the sound. Then she was embraced by a warm body.

"Leaves, welcome home!"

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"This is my spare clothes, you should wear it first," the nightingale rummaged through the cupboard. "There are jackets, shoes... well, nightgowns and bath towels are also to be taken."

"What are you anxious," Wendy shook her head with a smile. "When the temple is up, I will naturally settle her."

Looking at the busy nightingale, the eyes of the leaves became hot again. She sucked her nose, clenched her lips, and wiped away the tears. She was afraid that when she opened her mouth, her tears would be unstoppable.

It turned out that the nightingale really did not lie to himself, and the prince who was willing to be kind to the witch actually existed.

"Would you like to take a hot bath first? It’s getting tired from the camp." The nightingale put bath towels and clothes next to the leaves. "His Royal Highness is taking a nap. When he wakes up, he will be very happy to meet you." By the way, have you found the holy mountain? How are the other sisters?"

When the sentence came out, the line of sight of the leaf suddenly became blurred. She couldn't stand it anymore, holding the nightingale and releasing the pain that had been suppressed in the bottom of her heart.

The chest that had been crying until the nightingale was soaked, the leaves gradually calmed down.

Then she left the three people to leave the co-sponsorship, and the things that the sisters encountered were told from beginning to end. When she talked about the many sisters who were buried in the wild, she felt that the nightingale could not help but hold her hand.

When the leaves were finished, Wendy’s look became very heavy. “I didn’t expect Hakala to bring the help to the road. There are only seven people left in the 42 sisters... I also have an unshirkable responsibility. If I was then Can stand firmly on the side of the night..."

"It's not your fault," said the nightingale. "No one can predict the future. The key is what to do next." She looked at the leaves. "You said that there are still six sisters who have survived. Where are they?" ”

"They are waiting for my message at the entrance to the canyon. We have made an appointment. If I can't go back, the book will lead them out of the place, or go to the southern tip of the horn, maybe to the opposite side of the strait..."

"Then we have to pick them up quickly," the nightingale said immediately. "I will leave, Wendy, the leaves will be taken care of."

"Wait, what if they don't believe you? The leaves have to go, and then call the lightning. She should practice flying in the west of the town at the moment. You can take a few horses to let the sisters walk less." Road." Wendy said carefully.

"Can the prince of the prince... isn't he still sleeping?" The leaves stunned. "You don't have to ask him?"

"Reassured," the nightingale whispered comfortably. "If His Royal Highness knows this, I am afraid that it is too late to be happy."