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For the first time, Phyllis felt that the wait was so difficult, and she thought that after four hundred years of training, time had become the least thing she cared about, but she did not expect that just one morning would make her feel uneasy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If Selin's claim is correct, finding the Chosen One would mean the end of the War of Divine Will—the Instrument of Damnation would destroy all demons, and her mission would be over.

Without the shells created by the Church, most of the remnants will go into the Eternal Sleep one after another, and this time the Sleep will probably not be awakened one day, or they will merge their souls with Eleanor and contribute their last remaining heat.

As soon as she thought of this, she felt indescribably complicated feelings in her heart, in addition to the long-awaited relief, there was also a trace of reluctance. The life imprisoned in an empty shell, even if it can continue, is a torture, and when the war is over, she will be able to have a true rest. But the thought of closing her eyes forever and never seeing Tachira's world in all its glory again made it difficult for her to let go.

Two contradictory emotions hit her in turn until the afternoon came.

"Are you ready?" Wendy appeared in the castle hall.

"Anytime," Phyllis stood up at once.

"Come with me. ”

Led by Wendy, she walked through a long corridor of olive trees in the back garden to a small clearing. Shaded by the fences and dense vines, she could only see a small patch of the sky above her head, and the "walkway" where she came. If you want to leave here, you have to go back the way you came.

Phyllis instantly understood the other party's intentions, and the observed witches will appear at the end of the corridor one by one, a distance that does not affect the observation, and at the same time ensures the safety of the alliance members.

If anything, this corridor is definitely an insurmountable chasm for her.

Far from being disgusted, Phyllis held the mortal king in high esteem - at least he didn't treat witches as dispensable appendages, and his actions were impeccable until he had gained full trust.

At this point, the rating of the League of Witches in her mind has risen to the level of the Holy City, if there is no scale and means, but the witch organization that has been suppressed by the world has not been able to exert enough influence, and now with their share in the king's heart, this alliance has a faint shadow of the Federation.

Shortly after Wendy's departure, the first witch soon came into her sights.

It's Agatha.

When the youngest Promoter of the Tachira era summoned a crystal clear light blue, Phyllis had made observations, and the pillar of light was comparable to Maisie's, not the Chosen One she was looking for.

Signaling that the test was complete, Agatha did not leave the corridor, but walked straight towards her.

"Your Excellency?" Phyllis was slightly surprised.

"I was also a member of the Secret Society, and I am very interested in things like magic stones, so you don't mind if I watch with you, right?"

"Of course not," Phyllis shook her head before saluting her with a respectful salute of the High Witches, "yes, I haven't thanked you for your help, and if it weren't for your words, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to identify the Chosen One so quickly." ”

"It's your choice," Agatha said, waving her hand, "and keep watching." ”

"Yes. ”

Then the witch unleashed her powers at the end of the hallway, placing the ring between the two of them, and in addition to observing the strength of the pillar of light, Agatha would record the results.

During this time, Phyllis also spotted a number of dazzling orange lights - such as a witch named Zoroa, whose pillars of light were wider than her shoulders, better than Anna and Nightingale. As for the other witch, Evelyn, the strength of the pillar of light is very amazing, almost twice that of Anna.

In addition, the orange light is stronger, and there are echoes and ashya, both of which have reached the level of the same width as the body.

And the most striking among the members of the alliance is the leaf.

As she activated her magic, Phyllis thought she saw Eleanor, and countless finger-thick orange rays rose from all around, reaching into the sky, like a fence connecting heaven and earth—pillars of light from every plant in the garden, echoing the magic of the leaves, like living beings. And the pillar of light above Ye Zi's head was close to the edge of the multicolored magic stone, and it was not inferior to Lord Eleanor.

The moment the pillar of light bloomed, Phyllis felt her heart almost jump out of her chest, almost thinking that the leaf was the chosen one that the survivors of Taqira had prayed for. However, after forcibly suppressing the fluttering mood, she found that the pillar of light was still a little distance away from the edge of the magic stone - the orange light reflected by the "key" did not change with the distance of the object observed, as long as it was attached to the eye, the scene she saw was the true representation of the key.

Although pillars of light rose throughout the back garden, they were not the walls of light that I saw—the dense pillars of light, though magnificent, were never connected.

Nor is she the chosen one.

With a sigh of relief, Phyllis lowered her ring and waited for the next witch to appear.

However, until the end, she could not see the thick wall of light again.

"This is all the people of the League of Witches," Agatha closed the notebook, "Is the leaf the chosen one you're looking for?"

"The Chosen One isn't in there......" Phyllis was silent for a moment before muttering, "her pillar of light is amazing...... But it was still far from the orange light I observed at night. ”

Her heart that had been settled down with great difficulty became anxious again, why was this happening? Could it be that Roland Wimbledon had hidden the Chosen One? Or was the Witch League not all in its entirety? Was he unwilling to unite with Tachira to fight the devil, or was he not at all worried about the Witch Empire, which once ruled the entire continent?

One thought after another flashed through her mind, and she vetoed them one by one - no, it doesn't make sense, the other party doesn't have a multicolored magic stone, and it is impossible to steal the Chosen One in advance. Moreover, Lord Agatha will never collude with mortals to deceive herself in the fight against the devil, so you must be calm at this time...... Unwarranted accusations and suspicions only make things worse.

"At night?" Agatha frowned, "Witches don't usually practice their abilities in their rooms, and you should have been living in the Diplomatic Building at the time, can the magic stone observe such a distance?"

"I did see the pillar of light of the Chosen One...... Not only is the breadth beyond imagination, but the distance is also beyond the range that the magic stone can sense, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle. "I swear in the name of Tachira. ”

"I see," Agatha nodded, "then give me the ring." ”

"My lord, what do you mean......" She was slightly stunned.

"With the nature of a nightingale, it is absolutely impossible for you to let you enter the castle district at night, and if the Chosen One is really in the castle, I will help you find her. ”