Chapter 740: A Wonderful Night
After nightfall, Wendy arrived at Scroll's bedroom door.
She reached out, hesitating whether to knock, when the door opened and Scroll stood behind it.
"I knew you'd come looking for me," she smiled, "because I also wanted to talk to you—like in the past."
Scroll had obviously taken a bath early, her wet, long hair not pinned up as usual, but casually draped over her shoulders. To prevent wetting her bathrobe, she had also placed a towel on her shoulders. Her bangs covered her forehead, also hiding the wrinkles left by time, coupled with an increasingly comfortable life, which made her skin plump and radiant. At first glance, she looked much younger.
The only thing that hadn't changed was her wise, elderly eyes.
Wendy couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "In your room, or mine?"
"Yours, Nightingale will be back later than Leaf."
"Alright."
"The Chaos Drink is on you."
"Eh!"
"Of course, whoever brings it up first is responsible for the drinks, old rules."
"So that's why you were waiting for me at the door?"
"That's right, patience is important, it’s one of my life experiences, now you've learned it, right?"
"Okay..."
The two returned to the bedroom, cleaned the table, and Wendy took out two cups and a bottle of Chaos Drink from the drawer, filling the cups. The orange-red liquid refracted a flame-like luster under the magic stone's light.
"You actually drew this one?" Scroll took a small sip, "Your luck is really good, drinking it in winter is not much different from Fire Dragon Wine..."
"So, you got a bargain," Wendy spread her hands.
"Don't say that, we are all thanks to Evelyn xiaojie."
Regarding this ever-changing drink, His Majesty's way of distributing it to the Witch Union members was also quite interesting. Every month, everyone had the opportunity to draw a bottle of Chaos Drink made by Evelyn—since they could only see the number before the answer was revealed, no one knew what flavor drink they would receive.
Therefore, exchanging afterwards, or mooching drinks became an important part of the distribution day. For some reason, Macy always managed to draw the most popular drinks, leading everyone to suspect that Evelyn had leaked the information to her.
The two slowly savored the warm and heartfelt fiery-red sweet drink while listening to the howling cold wind outside the window. Compared to the indoor area filled with warmth, this feeling would undoubtedly make one feel intoxicated. They rarely spoke, sometimes just eye contact could understand each other's thoughts.
In fact, Wendy didn't have anything specific to say, she just felt genuinely happy. Even now, when she closed her eyes, Roland. Wimbledon's words would appear in her mind.
"There will only be one leader, and that is me."
Before this, although she felt that His Majesty was extremely approachable, she was also worried that he would hesitate on some key issues or show weakness that was not suitable for a king. Now it seemed that he was even more outstanding than she had expected, and judging from His Majesty's tone and expression during the negotiation, the past two years had made him more stable and gave him an unquestionable aura.
What Wendy found even more incredible was that although Roland was becoming more mature in his position as ruler, his attitude towards witches and ordinary people remained the same as before. It was as if it was an instinct of his. Compared to the former, this was the most incredible thing, especially for a member of the royal family.
She knew that Scroll felt this change too, which was why she was waiting for her at the door.
This was also a habit passed down from the Mutual Aid Society era. When they encountered something good that they wanted to share, Wendy, Scroll, and Hakarla would always gather together, drink a few cups of low-quality ale, and talk all night. Later, conditions became more and more difficult, and even wine was not always available, so they switched to wild fruit soaked in water.
Unfortunately, Hakarla gradually drifted away from them, and the good things to share or the beautiful plans for the future slowly turned into worries and confusion. In the end, only Wendy and Scroll were left to encourage and support each other—as the oldest two sisters, and also the creators of the Mutual Aid Society, once they fell, everyone would lose faith in finding Holy Mountain. During those difficult days, the two of them walked this path together.
And at this moment, it was as if the past was reappearing.
"By the way," Wendy drank the drink in her cup in one gulp, exhaling a long breath of hot air, "After the meeting, I gave His Majesty the test results of the Wolfheart Witches."
"Oh? What kind of abilities do they have?" Scroll leaned back on the couch, replying easily.
Wendy roughly described the abilities of the four, deliberately keeping it a secret when talking about Broken Sword, "Guess who he assigned Broken Sword to?"
"Hmm, it should be Nightingale or Ashes... only those two can unleash the full power of Broken Sword." Scroll pondered for a moment, "Although Anna and Leaf's magic is powerful, they are not suitable for direct combat with enemies, and the same goes for other sisters—the Witch Union doesn't have many real combat witches."
"My thoughts are the same as yours, but His Majesty doesn't think so," Wendy revealed a gentle smile, "He didn't assign Broken Sword to anyone."
Scroll paused slightly, "Why?"
"Because he said weapons generally have to be carried around, which is equivalent to indirectly imprisoning Broken Sword's freedom. Also, enemies may not always arrive during working hours, and sword aura may not be more powerful than guns, so instead of becoming a weapon, it's better to cooperate with each witch to test the superimposed effect, and then decide on a job based on how interesting it is."
"Arrange it based on how interesting it is...?"
"Yes, those are His Majesty's exact words."
Instead of considering the role of the witches from the perspective of their usefulness, he first cared about their feelings. Perhaps that was why Nightingale chose to support him without reservation in the first place.
Looking back now, it was fortunate that they finally believed Nightingale's judgment.
Thinking of this, Wendy couldn't help but grin. She filled her cup again and raised it to Scroll, "Cheers to us for finding a good king."
The latter smiled and raised her cup to gently clink with hers, "Yes, a toast to Holy Mountain."
"Ah... empty," after drinking this mouthful, Wendy wanted to pour more when she realized that the bottle of Chaos Drink had been completely drunk by the two of them.
"Shall I go back and get my bottle?" Scroll also seemed a little unsatisfied.
"No need, since it's the old rules, we have to abide by them," she waved her hand and took out a new bottle of drink from the other drawer, "But next time, I won't knock on the door so quickly."
"Wait, this is... Nightingale's, right?"
"Ah, she won't mind."
The two raised their glasses again and clinked them together, in this warm and wonderful night.