Release that Witch

When Roland slept, the nightingale emerged from the fog, helping him to manage the quilt, covering the exposed arms, standing on the edge of the bed and watching for a moment, only to wear silently. Go through the floor and go back to your room.

"You haven't slept yet?" Seeing Wendy, who was still sitting at the bed reading a book, the nightingale was slightly unexpected.

"I am afraid that you are doing something wrong!" Wendy glanced at her. "His temple is not a child. Is it necessary to take care of it until it falls asleep?"

"His Royal Highness has sent people to other towns to spread the news of witch organizations in this place. If the witch who heard the news intentionally harmed His Royal Highness, I will do it just in case." The nightingale took the wet towel and wiped it freely. The face, then untiedly untied the red belt, wrist leather armor, draped buckle strap, and finally faded into a white suit. This bundle is a new work by His Royal Highness, and the match of pure white hooded jacket looks very eye-catching, but he thinks this Very suitable for assassins.

The nightingale carefully hangs the clothes and smoothes every fold. Her bumpy figure was wrapped in a gauze, and there was no trace of fat on the tight abdomen and thighs.

"Can there be any accidents," Wendy put down the book in her hand. "There are sisters in the castle. There are guards patrolling outside. Besides, have you not put the stone under his pillow? You never touched it before." That kind of thing."

"Well, I am also to ensure his safety," she sat down to the bed, took off her long boots, slender legs and raised her up, and turned her body to Wendy.

"Have you listened to what I said last time," Wendy sighed. "Vironica, we are witches."

"I know, Wendy," the nocturnal nodded. "We are witches."

And the prince will greet a witch, which he said personally, and ... did not lie.

Of course, when this information is not a last resort, the nightingale will not be advertised. Sorry with Wendy in the bottom of her heart, she converted a topic: "Do you have any impression of the church?"

"Why did you suddenly ask this?" Wendy groaned.

"When His Royal Highness was at Fortress Castle, the high priest of the church came to visit him and expressed his willingness to support him in taking the throne."

"How did he answer?" Her voice was tense. "I asked you to go out before the conversation?"

The nightingale smiled and shook his head, softly said: "He just told me to avoid the scope of the other party's demon stone. And His Royal Highness did not temporarily wear that thing. Wendy, His Highness did not agree to the church's invitation, he refused the other. ”

The latter was relieved and then looked awkward. "Unfortunately, our help to His Highness is limited. Unlike the church, the power covers the entire continent. If Lord Roland promises them, I am afraid that I will be on the throne soon..."

"Who knows, His Highness said that the high priest was full of nonsense, and couldn't believe it at all," said the nightingale. "I just care about something." She said the red and black pills. "In the fog, the meatballs are followed." The stone of the gods has the same color, which is incredible. The sisters have seen the end of the stone that swallowed the gods, and it is no different from suicide. The high priest said that it is the medicine researched in the holy city prayer room, you used to be in the monastery. Have you heard of this institution?"

When the Communist Youth League left Silver City, Hakala led the nightingale, the chasing wind, and the stone girl to trap the villains that followed the bounty, and retaliated against them. One way is to wear them. The stone of punishment was stuffed into the mouth, forcing them to swallow. The villain who swallowed the stone of the gods will die soon, and the whole body will shrink like a dehydration, like a dried fish.

"I don't know." Wendy closed her eyes and said slowly, "I remembered living in the monastery of the old holy city. There are high walls on all sides, and there is no other scenery except the sky. All in the hospital, literacy and literacy are all nuns. I still remember her name, Farian. One of the books she read for us is dedicated to the old holy city, there are Churches, monasteries, collections, memorial halls and heroic walls, but I have never heard of the place of the gods room. I have lived in the monastery for more than ten years until the accident happened..."

Before listening to Wendy before the nightingale, the monastery was attacked by witches, and many people died in the accident. And she also escaped from the monastery with the help of chaos. "Although I don't know which witch has the courage to dare to challenge the church alone, she saved at least you."

"No, Veronica, the witch comes from the church." Wendy shook her head. "She is, like me, a member of the monastery."

"What... meaning?"

"Girls living in monasteries can be divided into three categories. One is like me. I stayed here since I was a child. I don't know what I came from. One is a street child or an orphan. I was taken to a place by a church. There is also a kind of sale to the church by the parents. The managers separate the people according to their age, and they are placed in different dormitory rooms. The learning content is different. The youngest learning characters, the ten- to four-year-old learning songs, More than fourteen years of study etiquette. So the nuns also called us literacy classes, and the older ones are called choirs and ritual classes. Once the adult priests are adult, they will be sent to the monastery."

These things she listened to the other party for the first time. Wendy never said about her experience in the monastery.

“In the first few years, I often heard that the screams from the girls came from the choir and the ceremonial class. I still don’t quite understand what happened. Until I rose to the choir, It was discovered that in the evening, the adults of the church would visit the dormitory and drag a few from the bed until they were sent back during the day. Sometimes... not necessarily all of them will be sent back."

The nightingale bit her lip, and of course she knew what Wendy meant.

"This kind of thing happens once or twice a month. When it is frequent, it happens almost once every two days. Later I was selected, and Farian pulled me out of the room and whispered in my ear that it would be forbearing." I was taken to the corner of the courtyard by a half-covered room. The house was brightly lit. There was a woman on the wall with a teaching class. There were four or five people..." Her voice was slightly dithered. "When they came closer to me, the woman suddenly broke free, grabbed the neck of the person closest to her, and killed him like a broken chicken neck."

"She...wake up?"

"I don't know," Wendy shook her head. "Those who took off their clothes, but still wear the stone of punishment. She killed them one by one, and one of them was pulled off by her limbs." Before the death, it seems to be saying...the extraordinary. The screams of the adults alarmed the guards and Farian who stayed outside the house. After they opened the iron gate and rushed in, they were scared by the scene before them, and the women flew directly at them. The past."

"Superman... does it mean a witch?" asked the night owl, "Is the guard not her opponent?"

"The gap is too big. I later learned that the guards were the trials. One of them blew the whistle, the other greeted the sword, and when the first whistle ended, the judge in the front had already been hand-held by her. The pierced chest. The church's standard armor is like a piece of paper in front of her." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read .)