"Welcome to the League of Witches!" a group of colorful witches of all ages toasted and laughed in the hall. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Thank you, thank you. Lucia felt her eyes heat up again, she sniffed, resisted the urge to shed tears, and raised her glass and drank the ale - not as bitter as she remembered, but with a hint of sweetness.

After meeting the lord, she, with the assistance of the nightingale, gave herself and Suzu a hot bath and changed into a clean set of clothes. After settling her sister, Lucia followed Nightingale back to the castle hall again. Here, the witches held a welcome banquet for her.

It was the first time Lucia had seen so many of her kind, and the last doubts in her heart dissipated. If a witch had been imprisoned here, or had been forced to serve a lord, it would have been impossible for her to smile so briskly and brightly.

Remembering what Nightingale said that this was the home of witches, she suddenly felt how difficult it was to have a safe and comfortable place to stay compared to those witches who had revealed their identities and were hunted down and executed by the church. Since the Golden Harvest City was attacked by thugs, in just over a month, she has endured the hardships of wandering. And the warm welcome of the Witch League made her heart that she had been carrying finally relax a little.

At the same time, she also saw how magical a feast could be, initiated and attended by witches.

The black flames instantly charred the steak, and the wooden basin in which it was held was unscathed.

A little girl with short blond hair flew through the air, filling everyone's glasses with a flask.

A witch who looks like an alien mimics the sounds of various instruments, and finally gathers into a beautiful song.

......

Under the introduction of the nightingale one by one, she quickly remembered everyone's names, and unconsciously integrated into the group, and the sadness in her heart was also diluted a lot.

In the League of Witches, there are mature and stable books and Wendy, there are leaves and echoes like sisters, and Anna, Zoroa and others who are about the same age as themselves, no matter who they are, they don't treat her as a stranger. For this, Lucia's heart is full of gratitude.

After the feast, she and the witches exchanged goodnight and returned to their new residence, where the prince offered herself and Suzu the last room on the second floor of the castle, and although Suzu was not a witch, he did not order her to be separated from her sister.

"Sister?" Hearing the ring, Suzu opened her eyes.

"Are you awake!?" Lucia was overjoyed, and ran to the side of the bed in three steps and two steps, "How do you feel?"

Suzu looked as if she had slept well, and the pain caused by the epidemic left no trace on her body. Her eyes were a little confused, but she muttered, "I feel so hungry." ”

"Wait......" Lucia quickly pulled out a cloth bag from her pocket, and when she opened it, the smell of grilled fish overflowed - it was the dried fish slice that the nightingale handed her, "there is food here." ”

Seeing the bell sitting at the head of the bed munching on the fish fillet, she patted the little one's head with relief. My sister is only ten years old this year, and now that she has no parents, she can only rely on herself.

Suzu sobered up a lot after swallowing two fillets, and she looked left and right, "Where are we? There doesn't seem to be such a big bed on the ship." ”

"Frontier town in the West, we're at our destination. ”

"It's already there?" she touched her cheek, "but I'm not...... Are they sick? Will they agree to let the sick into town?"

"Yes, not really," Lucia laughed at her sister's blank look, "but the witches of the lord have cured you," she recounted what had happened at the docks, "and we'll stay in his castle now." ”

"Witch?" Suzu asked, tilting her head, "are you the same as your sister?"

"Yes, everyone is very nice to me, especially a witch named Nightingale," Lucia said tenderly ruffling her hair, "and she's bathed you." ”

"Well, don't you often say that nobles hate witches, and why would the lord take them in?"

This question made Lucia choke slightly, and she coughed twice, "This...... Occasionally, there are one or two good people among the nobles. ”

Suzu picked up the last piece of dried fish in the bag, "Then do you need to work for him, like a maid at home, sweeping the floor, cooking, and sleeping in bed?"

"What nonsense are you talking about," Lucia pulled her sister's face, "I'm a witch! Of course I use my abilities to serve the lord! As for what the maid is going to do, who told you that?"

"Mother......," she pouted, "so she never allowed her father to recruit beautiful maids." ”

Speaking of her family, Lucia's face suddenly darkened a lot, and she didn't blame Suzu anymore, but took her sister into her arms and sighed softly.

She wasn't worried about her sister's claims, as she could tell when she talked to the lord - apart from a brief inquiry about her background, the rest of his attention was on ability, and he was obviously more concerned about whether the witch could work for him.

And the thought of her own abilities made Lucia feel worried.

She is not ignorant of the world of witches, and there have been many witches in Golden Spike City, but half a year ago, they began to evacuate the city one after another, and it seems that they are going to the fjord to find a new home. She was reluctant to leave her parents, so she did not agree to travel with them. However, after a few encounters, Lucia at least knew that witches were used to dividing their abilities into combat and non-combat.

Restoring objects is useless, not to mention using them in battle, and even ordinary use can be uncontrollable - her father was a merchant who ran a paper factory, and his living room was often full of prepared straw paper. On the day she became a witch, she unwittingly unwittingly used her powers to turn the paper back into a mass of flying grass clippings and scraps. Afterwards, although her parents severely blamed her, they did not hand her over to the church, but told her to hide herself carefully, wear the Divine Punishment Stone if necessary, and disguise herself as a devout believer.

At first, Lucia is curious about her abilities, and often hides in her bedroom to test and restore various objects, but she soon discovers that this ability is extremely difficult to control, and the same grass paper, sometimes leaving grass clippings, and sometimes black particles. Continuously exerting her power on one thing will only make it less and less, and the end product will be either powder or grit - which means that the restoring power cannot be used to redo the damaged item, but will only destroy the finished product that others have worked so hard to make.

The other witches also thought that Lucia's abilities were of little use, that they were too close to each other in battle, and that they were ineffective against living beings, not to mention well-trained knights, even ordinary farmers could hardly fight. Combat witches are not counted, and non-combat ones can't think of any use, which is almost the lowest grade of ability.

For this reason, she was depressed for a long time.

But now...... Lucia was more worried that if His Highness thought she was useless, would he kick her out of the castle?

With a nervous mood, she blew out the candles, hugged her sister, who was satisfied with the dried fish, and slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the arrival of a new day. (To be continued.) )