Release that Witch

It's not like imprisonment, Isabella thought, if you don't look down on your wrists and your feet.

Since telling them that the cage built by the stone of God's punishment was ineffective for her, she was transferred to a normal bedroom guarded by the guards. After moving to the west of the gray fort, her "cell" did not change much, neither wet nor cold, nor rancid dirty water. In addition to a bed and a bench in the empty room, there is a small compartment for the toilet. The windows were sealed by iron bars, but they did not hinder the warm sunshine. In general, they were much better than the secret prisons of the sect.

Isabella originally thought that she would suffer some "normal" prisoners of war, especially the superior appearance of the witch would have been easy to attract extra shackles, but nothing happened - there was always someone guarding the door, but no one was in the middle of the night. When I touched the room, there was no humiliation or beating. Apart from sending meals on time every day, they would hardly say a word.

The federation witch who claimed to be from more than four hundred years ago would often come to see her, accompanied by a blonde witch who was shrouded in the shadow of the hood. No matter what they ask, Isabella will answer the truth, even she will come to the two to come to the paper and pen, and when she has nothing to do, she will copy some of the secret history or devil literature she saw in the temple collection.

During this period, there was no torture torture that she expected. It can be seen that the blonde witch was very troubled to find her. After each detailed question, the other person turned away and made her quite puzzled.

Isabella certainly does not think that this group of witches are naive enough to believe what they say. From the reaction of the two when interrogating, at least one person can tell the lie. Is it necessary for a blonde witch to wait for herself to lie before she can do it? This is also the place that confuses her – there are countless excuses to punish her, or there is no need to find a solution, why bother?

But as the days passed, her heart sank every day.

It’s been almost two months. Why did Roland Wimbledon never appear?

The answer may only be two, or the king has not yet awakened, or the other party does not intend to come to see her. No matter which one, it is not good news for Isabella. Perhaps when she confessed everything she knew, waiting for her was to pronounce and execute.

Although she is willing to give everything to fight against the devil, there is no complaint about this result, but waiting for the day when death is approaching will still make her feel exhausted.

Isabella sighed, dragging her to the bed, lifting the quill, and clumsily spreading a new piece of white paper on her legs - writing something she remembered earlier, she should be able to meet earlier. Come to relief.

Just then, the footsteps sounded outside the house.

The sound is a little messy, obviously more than two people.

Isabella’s heart trembled slightly.

When the door was pushed open, she put down her pen and turned her head. She found that in addition to the two common witches, there was a gray-haired man. If the intelligence is correct, he should be the four princes of the Wimbledon family, and now the king of the Grey Fort.

Roland Wimbledon woke up?

Still come here to pronounce her judgment?

Isabella stood up and gave a slight ceremony.

"I thought you wouldn't come to see me." She said with a calm look.

"You are the Isabella that made me wear the stone of God's punishment. It's not that I want to deliberately drag it to the present, just because I have had a long dream, I just woke up not long ago." Surprising her, and the content surprised her. "In the dream, I killed the battle with the pure, and finally won, but not as she said, the winner wins everything - whether it is Learning, or skill."

"This is impossible!" Isabella could not help but blurt out.

“Why?” Roland asked with great interest. “You can’t be a man who can’t wake up as a witch, so he can’t inherit everything from her?”

"It has nothing to do with men and women," she shook her head. "The trophy that the winner of the soul battlefield can obtain is memory and longevity. This is something that everyone has, and the unique ability of the witch can't be absorbed, and the magic can't grow out of thin air. Otherwise, Jielu has swallowed me up. That is to say, it must be a creature with both of these points in order to be included in the soul battlefield."

"What do you mean... and the creatures she can't invade?"

"Of course, animals without intelligence can't enter the soul battlefield," Isabella explained. "Even if they win, they can't understand human memory."

"That may also be the reason for different races."

"As far as I know, in the thousands of souls she swallowed, there are devils and mixed species of evil beasts." She sighed. "Just these things happened before I was born, when I chatted with her." ”

The opposite three can't help but face each other, "Devil and... evil beast?"

"Why didn't you say it before?" asked the blonde witch.

"Because this news will only deepen your worries and will not help solve the problem," Isabella said slowly. "Even if it is Jieluo, I feel that the heterogeneous memories are too crazy and will impose a great burden on myself. After that, she never did a similar attempt."

"This is a bit of a meaning," the king not only did not show his fear, but instead raised his mouth. "Right, has Jielu mentioned it to you, what are the endings of the losers in the soul battlefield?"

“It’s gone completely, just like it’s never existed before.”

“Is there any difference?” he raised his eyebrow. “For example, people who surrender and swear to resist are the same.”

"Either way, it will disappear, but..." Isabeth replied, "Jie Luo seems to have said that she absorbed two kinds of memories."

"Which two?" Roland seems to be particularly interested in this issue.

“One is chaotic and has a sense of residue, it will affect Jieluo itself, and the other is complete and placed there to let her look,” she paused. “The former recalls It’s more difficult, and it’s easier to be forgotten... At the time, she just mentioned it casually. I didn’t ask much, but like you, I didn’t accept a trace of memory at all. I saw it for the first time.”

This time, the silence was long, and the other person closed his eyes for a long time. He seemed to be thinking about an extremely complicated problem. The brow was also wrinkled without any disguise. After about a quarter of an hour, he grew a sigh of relief. "It turns out."

What did he figure out?

Although Isabella’s heart was curious, she did not ask.

She knows her identity.

"Now, it's time to talk to you," Roland continued.