Fifth Hundred and Eleventh Chapter Witch Night Talk

At night, Wendy called all the witches to her bedroom.

The originally spacious room was instantly filled with people.

This scene felt familiar. Just a year ago, she had gathered her sisters here to tell them about the situation in the town and comfort their anxieties.

At that time, there were only seven sisters who had escaped the Barren Land. They were lost and full of confusion and fear about the future. Many of them even came to this border town with the thought that they had "had enough, no matter what fate awaits them next." Survival was a difficult thing for them, not to mention the church that loomed over the witches like a shadow.

But now, everyone's expression is completely different from a year ago.

Not just survival, but the idea of living freely gradually became the consensus among the sisters.

There is no oppression or hostility from others.

No need to worry about food and safety.

This has become the witches' "holy mountain."

As long as they can help His Majesty Roland defeat the church, all nightmares will disappear, and the witches will usher in true liberation.

When everyone turned their eyes to Wendy, she said, "The church is coming."

The meeting during the day didn't cover much about intelligence, so she quickly finished talking about the contents of the secret letter, and there was a brief silence in the bedroom.

"Will His Majesty... win?" After a moment, Mystery Moon muttered softly, "I can stay by the factory all day to generate electricity for him..."

"Come on, he would have to send someone to take care of you," Lily curled her lips in disdain, "Don't cause him trouble at this time."

"No way!"

The witches let out a burst of soft laughter. With the first person speaking, more voices naturally followed.

"I will also double my efforts to produce spirits," Evelyn clenched her fist.

"But won't there be too many bars needed when fighting the church?"

"Eh... is that so?"

"I don't think His Majesty will lose. Even the Extraordinary Witch Ashes was seriously injured by Carter, right?" Hummingbird said bluntly, "The God's Punishment Army is not as powerful as Ashes."

"Really? Even that invincible Ashes has lost before?" Youyu, who rarely speaks, looked surprised.

"It's not really a loss. Carter was knocked unconscious, and Ashes couldn't move. I think it was a tie."

"As far as I know, this was an unfair competition," Agatha argued, "The Extraordinary will only be stronger when using equivalent weapons."

"But Sleeping Island only has one Extraordinary, while there are thousands of soldiers with guns."

"Wait, you guys are arguing in the wrong direction," Scroll shook her head helplessly, "We are talking about the church and His Majesty Roland."

Wendy felt a little relieved. Although everyone was worried, not a single one was afraid of fighting the church. This was absolutely unimaginable a year ago—after all, the enemy's power was as unshakable as a mountain. No witch who dared to confront them survived. The Co-prosperity Society hid everywhere, and only by going to the remote Impassable Mountain Range could they escape their pursuit.

Of course, this change in mentality is also greatly related to the fact that His Majesty has never lost a foreign war.

"In short, this war is related to the future of the Witch Union," she took a deep breath, "If His Majesty completely defeats the church, have you ever thought about what will happen?"

Everyone immediately closed their mouths, but their eyes were filled with an unspeakable light.

"The entire kingdom... even the entire continent, can allow witches to live in peace. And in His Majesty Roland's territory, we can also create a new world with ordinary people and enjoy equal honor and status—this is also what he often says. I just didn't expect it to come so quickly."

Wendy paused, "But according to His Majesty's usual habits, everyone doesn't need to work too hard, just work as usual. As long as we have this confidence, we will not fail."

She doesn't understand too profound things, and her ability and knowledge are not the most outstanding in the union. His Majesty entrusted her with the responsibility of the Witch Union. All she can do is this—before every expedition, His Majesty would give a passionate speech in front of the First Army. She couldn't think of any inspiring methods, so she could only tell everyone what was in her heart.

"The heart that considers others is more important than anything else," she firmly remembered Scroll's words.

"This is our home, and it is also a turning point in the fate of the witches. I am willing to give everything for it!"

After Wendy finished speaking, she stretched out her left hand, back facing up.

Scroll was the first to press on it.

Then came Nightingale and Anna.

"For His Majesty Roland and Neverwinter City!"

Everyone gathered in a circle, stacking the backs of their hands one by one. The Bloodfang witches hesitated for a while, seeming unsure if they would be accepted by everyone, until Leaf pulled them into the circle—only with the direct contact of their palms could they be considered truly integrated into this group.

"I really don't want to deal with such a bunch of annoying guys before facing the devils."

Although Agatha said so, she still stretched out her hand.

Finally, Wendy placed her right hand on top of everyone's hands and looked around.

"For the Witch Union!"

"For—the Eternal Holy Mountain!"

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After everyone left, only she and Nightingale remained in the bedroom.

Wendy closed the door and suddenly felt a gust of cool wind blowing from behind.

She turned around and saw that Nightingale had opened the window at some point, and was sitting on the windowsill looking at the night sky. The night wind lifted her curly hair, and a faint fragrance wafted in.

"Are you also worried about this war?" Wendy walked to the window.

"Worried?" Nightingale tilted her head, her eyes shining with a burning light reflected by the luminous magic stone, "I'm afraid I'll laugh out loud."

"Laugh... out loud?"

Only then did she realize the sharp aura emanating from the other person—it was difficult for anyone to be able to release magic power without using their ability like Nightingale. Moreover, they were no longer elusive things, but like a handful of blades, forming an unapproachable area, as if the Misty World was gradually eroding the surrounding space and gradually affecting the real world. Since coming to Border Town, this feeling has become more and more obvious.

For the enemy, this is also a very dangerous sign.

"I have been waiting for a long time to be able to rightfully avenge the church," Nightingale said slowly, "Those sisters who died unjustly in the hands of the church must also be looking forward to this day—I have tasted the taste of revenge, and that feeling is unforgettable."

It's hard to imagine that she and the woman who was reluctant to get out of bed in the morning were the same person. Fortunately, she is not the enemy of the sisters.

Wendy tried to reach out, and the sharpness disappeared the moment she touched Nightingale. She hugged the other person.

"You can do what you want to do, but remember to protect His Majesty... and protect yourself, you know?"

"Yeah," Nightingale closed her eyes and responded softly, "I will."

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