The nightingale walks in the "mist".

From here, the world is only black and white.

The lines that originally made up things are no longer clear, and the boundaries between straight lines, broken lines, and curves have become blurred, like a child's graffiti.

It was an indescribable feeling, and it took a long time for the nightingale to become familiar with how to tell the line, and if used correctly, she could move freely through the fog without being bound by anything else. The seemingly contiguous walls reveal entrances that are absolutely non-existent in the real world if you change the angle slightly.

In the fog, up and down, front and back are no longer fixed concepts, they will transform each other, and even overlap each other. For example, what she was doing now was to step under the noses of the guards into the castle, following the unpredictable lines, step by step, through the ceiling, to Anna's room.

For her, it's a world of complete freedom.

It is only in the "fog" that the nightingale truly relaxes, and although it is silent and lonely, she loves the feeling of not being threatened.

Most of the time, it's black and white, but she can occasionally see other colors.

For example, Anna in front of her.

Witches are different from ordinary people, they are aggregates of magical powers. The nightingale can see the flow and disappearance of this power, and it is the only color in the mist.

She had never seen such a full, intense color as Anna—a turquoise sheen surged through her, and the center was so close to incandescent that it was almost impossible to look at directly. This confuses Nightingale, who is generally very similar in color and ability to maneuver, and she has seen many witches with the ability to manipulate fire during her time in the Mutual Aid Society, most of them are orange or dark red, like a dancing fireball, no matter how big or bright it is compared to Anna.

If this is just incomprehensible, the other is incredible.

With such a huge amount of magic converging on her, why is she still alive?

In the entire Witch Society, Nightingale could not find anyone with such magical powers, not even adult witches, who were dwarfed by comparison. If you wait for Anna to come of age......

No, she didn't have that chance anymore, Nightingale sighed, the stronger the magic, the stronger the backlash. She couldn't even imagine how terrible the torture Anna would face when the Demon Devourer descended. The sharp pain that tears from the inside out does not make people lose consciousness, and until the moment they give up resistance and accept death, they have to endure the pain again and again.

She stepped out of the fog, put away her low thoughts for a while, and cheered up, "Good morning, Anna. ”

Anna was accustomed to the uninvited, sudden appearance of the other party, she nodded, did not answer, and continued to practice manipulating the flames.

Nightingale touched her nose and walked over to the girl's bed and sat down.

She'd seen this practice many times, and at first Anna would accidentally set her clothes on fire, and in the shed in the back garden, she would prepare a bucket full of clothes for her to change. Later, she was so skilled at making the flames dance in her fingertips that even Roland stopped urging her to practice, and the wooden shed in the garden was demolished and replaced with a place to enjoy afternoon tea and bask in the sun.

Even so, Anna practiced for one or two hours a day, as the prince had commanded—in her room.

"I brought fish cakes, do you want to eat them?" the nightingale took out a cloth bag from his bosom, spread it out and handed it to the other party.

Anna sniffed and nodded.

"Go wash your hands," Nightingale laughed. Fortunately, she didn't hate herself, she just wasn't good at talking. Speaking of which, she obviously cares about Nanawa very much, and she doesn't say much. In fact, she barely spoke except in front of Roland.

In contrast, Roland's words are much more. He always has endless truths, and there are many rules and regulations even when eating a meal - such as washing hands before eating, not eating too quickly, not picking up and eating what falls on the ground, etc...... He could tell a long story about each one.

At first, she was extremely impatient, but the other party was the master of this place, the fourth prince of Gray Castle, since he ate him and lived in him, then he could barely listen to it. By now, she has slowly gotten used to these rules. For some reason, she inexplicably felt a hint of fun when she competed with Anna, Nanava, Roland, Carter, and others to wash her hands.

Anna put her hand in the bucket full of well water, rubbed it, lit a fire to dry, kneaded a fish cake and sat it back at the table, and took a small bite to nibble on it.

"Are you really not going back with me?" said Nightingale without words, "there are a lot of sisters there, and they will take good care of you." ”

"Here, you can only move around the castle area, don't you feel bored?"

"Although there are not many supplies in the Desperate Mountains, everyone is a family, gathered together for the same purpose. ”

"Your power is so strong, they will welcome you. ”

"This winter, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive it......"

Speaking of the back, Nightingale's voice lowered, perhaps it was too late, she thought, even if she returned to the camp, it would be almost impossible for her to survive adulthood with such a huge amount of magic now. All he could do was watch her die.

"Where did you live before you joined the Witch Society?"

Nightingale was stunned, she rarely asked herself questions, "I...... He used to live in a large city in the east, not far from the king. ”

"Are you having fun?"

No, it was a day I didn't want to think about, sent to people under the fence, slighted and ridiculed. When she found out that she had become a witch, she was guarded like a cat or a dog, chained around her neck, and forced herself to do things for them. Nightingale shook her head and asked softly, "Why do you ask this?"

"I used to live in the old district," Anna recounted her story briefly, "my father sold me to the church for 25 gold dragons, and it was His Highness who brought me out of his cage. Here, I had a great time. ”

"But you can't get out of this castle, and everyone but Roland Wimbledon still hates witches. ”

"I don't care, and besides, he says he's going to change that, isn't he?"

"That's difficult, as long as the church doesn't fall, witches will always be evil. ”

Anna did not refute, and the silence was a little long, so long that when the nightingale thought she would never speak again, she suddenly asked, "Are you having fun at the Aid Society, or are you having fun here?"

"You...... What are you talking about," Nightingale was a little caught off guard by the question, "Dang, of course it's ......"

Truth be told, she wasn't very interested in finding the Holy Mountain, but there were friends she couldn't part with.

If she hadn't heard that a witch was in danger, she wouldn't have been here!

The answer should be obvious, but why didn't you say it in the first place?

This time Anna smiled, and the nightingale rarely saw her smile, and those eyes seemed to reflect the surface of the lake in the morning light, which made people feel inexplicably relieved - even if they were not in the "fog". "I have heard Roland say that you are looking for a holy mountain in the northern mountains, and if the holy mountain means peace and a place to belong, I think I have found it. ”

This is her sacred mountain, and Nightingale realizes that although her life is running out, her soul will reach the other side sooner than most witches.

At that moment, there was a sound of rapid running outside the door, and the nightingale listened carefully, and it looked like Nanava's footsteps.

The door was pushed open, and it was Nanava Pyne who rushed in.

She threw herself into Anna's arms with a crying face, "What...... Sister Anna, my father found out that I was a witch!"