"You can come out," Agatha looked at the empty corner of the cubicle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As she spoke, a faint shadow appeared on the wall, and then the nightingale appeared out of thin air, blocking the dim candlelight in front of her.

"When did you find me?" she said, with a hint of surprise in her tone.

"When you take the ring from Seventy-Six," Agatha shrugged and held up the flask, "Would you like a drink?"

"If you pay the bills. Nightingale sat down across from the Ice Witch, "Can the magic stone observe magic?"

"Not magic, but an orange pillar of light, or ...... "key". The latter took out an empty cup, filled it with his hand, and pushed it in front of the other party, "Your pillar of light literally illuminates half of the room, making it difficult not to pay attention." ”

"She noticed it too?"

"Nine times out of ten," Agatha nodded, "she doesn't mind revealing herself to her kind. ”

"I am not of her own kind, just as I am not of the same kind as the Pure One," said Nightingale, in a deep voice, "why, do you believe what she says?"

"I believe it. ”

"But you didn't take her ring. ”

"Because I want to really help her and get her on the right path. Agatha poured herself a glass of ale and drank it down—the quality of the wine was inferior, nowhere near the fruity white wine that Evelyn had concocted, let alone the strangely tasty chaotic drink. Despite this, the bitter taste of sourness could not suppress the pleasure in her heart.

Agatha was overjoyed.

At the moment when Seventy-Six revealed his identity, a sense of loneliness disappeared from the bottom of her heart. It turns out that she is not the last remnant of Tachira, and there are witches of the Federation like her, who have spanned more than 400 years and continued to this era.

Despite the kindness of most of the Witches and the love of Wendy, Agatha always had a lingering sense of confusion - she knew that it was a chasm that had accumulated over hundreds of years and could not be filled in a short period of time. In the face of the new age of witches, this loneliness has no one to talk about, and indulging in work all day is also a paralyzing act.

The only exception is Roland Wimbledon, who only feels a hint of empathy when she's alone with this strange mortal. At first, she found it difficult to understand, but later realized that there was also an indescribable estrangement in Roland, as if he was out of step with the world - only the other party had to hide it better, and almost no one could detect it.

And now, she is finally no longer alone.

Because of this, Agatha wanted to ask Roland Wimbledon to visit Roland Wimbledon on behalf of the Witch of Tachira.

The two of them stood hand in hand to spend the battle of divine will, which was the sight she wanted to see.

She had already enjoyed life in Neverwinter, and naturally hoped that her compatriots would enjoy it too.

In addition to this, there is a small thought hidden in Agatha's heart.

She wanted the witches to see that she was wise and right in her opinion—that the best way to fight the devil was for mortals and witches to work together.

"That's why you deliberately snubbed her?" Nightingale looked at her with a complicated look, as if she was seeing her true thoughts for the first time.

"Seventy-six will understand, until she's here for a while. Agatha raised the corners of her mouth, "Isn't that how I came here?"

This group of survivors is different from the church...... They did not approve of the Divine Punishment Army's plan, and were reluctant to use witches as materials, and even broke with Lord Akalis, which was one of the reasons why she decided to help them.

After that, the nightingale remained silent for a long time, until the flickering candle flame bottomed out, and then she gradually disappeared and returned to darkness, "I hope she will make the right choice." ”

"She will," Agatha smiled, "I believe." ”

No. 76 returned to the Diplomatic Building along the same road, and happened to meet Anne and her party after visiting the beverage factory.

"I woke up much better," she explained before anyone could speak, "but I felt a little stuffy in the house, so I went to the yard for a walk." ”

"You should wear more clothes and be careful of catching a cold," Broken Sword cared.

Amy took her hand and said happily, "It's a shame you didn't come with us this afternoon! Miss Evelyn's Chaos Drink is the most incredible thing in the world!"

"Chaos...... Drinks?"

"Yes, she could only change the taste of the drink, but after evolving her ability, she can create a delicious drink that tastes like never repeated, and I swear even the nobles of Wolfheart City would never have tasted such an amazing thing. Amy looked excited, "Whether it's black tea, honey milk, or fine wine, it's not worth mentioning in front of it." ”

It's a high-ranking witch again...... Seventy-Six is numb, and while it's unclear exactly what Wendy and Nanava mean by learning, there's no doubt that the Alliance has gone ahead of the Federation when it comes to raising witches. It's just that, according to Agatha, the root of it all seems to be due to the mortal figure of Roland Wimbleton, and that's what makes it difficult for her to understand.

Could it be that mortals know more about magic than witches?

"I can testify," echoed the hero, "for a moment when I even felt that all the ordeal I had encountered before was worth it. ”

"If I can take a sip once in a while, I won't want to leave Neverwinter," Amy stuck out her tongue.

"Then let's join the League of Witches," Broken Sword said suddenly, "As long as we stay here, there's always a chance to drink it again, right?"

"I agree!" Amy immediately raised her hand.

"I ...... too," the hero nodded earnestly.

The three of them looked at Anne together, and the latter spread his hands helplessly and said, "I listen to you." ”

Wait a minute...... Did you agree to stay here just for an inexplicable drink? Seventy-six couldn't help but be stunned, and Annie, what did you say to be cautious and cautious? If Wendy heard what prompted them to make up their minds, she would be afraid she would cry and laugh.

For some reason, a feeling of envy suddenly rose in her heart.

Simple requirements, easy decisions, as long as you see a glimmer of hope, you can move forward without hesitation.

And what about herself?

......

When everyone had fallen asleep, Seventy-Six quietly left the room again and climbed to the roof.

Facing the howling wind and snow, she raised her ring in the direction of the castle and squinted—the pillar of light as wide as the city wall appeared before her again, and even if there was no magic activation, even if it was far beyond the theoretical detection range, it still miraculously descended on her vision.

She needs to find the Chosen One for the Tachira Witches, which is the biggest purpose of this trip.

But taking a step back, the meaning of the Chosen One to the survivors seems to be no different from the meaning of the Chaos Drink to Amy and the others.

She made a decision in her mind.

......

When Wendy arrives at the diplomatic building the next day, Seventy-Six delivers a letter written overnight.

"I'm the Tachira Witch from the Labyrinth of Desperation, Phyllis. Brought news about the Divine Will and the Savior, hoping to meet the Lord of Neverwinter and discuss the battle against the Divine Will. She didn't avoid the wolfheart witch, but stood in front of everyone and said solemnly.

Amy and the others' eyes widened, as if they had heard some unbelievable news.

"Seventy-six...... You...... What are you talking about?"

"So you're a witch too, great!"

Phyllis...... Is that your real name?"

The trio reacted differently, with only Anne remaining silent.

Wendy seemed to have expected this, and didn't even say that she would report to the castle first, but took a piece of paper and smiled at her encouragingly, "Come with me, Your Majesty is already waiting for you in the study." ”