The nightinge is walking in the mist.

From here, the world is only black and white.

The lines that originally formed things were no longer clear, and the lines between straight lines, folding lines, and curves became blurred, like children's graffiti.

It was a hard-to-speak feeling, and it took a long time for the nightingale to become familiar with how to distinguish boundaries, and as long as it was used properly, she could not be bound by everything and walk freely in the fog.Seemingly connected to a wall, with a slight change of angle, you can see the entrance that absolutely does not exist in the real world.

In the fog, up and down, front and back are no longer fixed concepts, they will transform and even overlap with each other.For example, what she did now, from the under-guard's eyes into the castle, following the fickle lines, step by step, through the ceiling, to Anna's room.

For her, it is a completely free world.

It was only in the mist that the Nightingale really relaxed, and though it was silent and lonely, she liked the feeling of not being threatened.

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

Anna in front of me.

Unlike ordinary people, witches are aggregations of magic.The Nightinginge can see the flow and disappearance of this force, and it is also the only color in the fog.

She had never seen a color as full and intense as Anna—the turquoise luster surging on her, and the center was close to the incandescent, making it almost impossible to look straight.This confused the nightingale, in general, the magic color and ability are very close, she saw a lot of witches with the ability to operate the flame, most of them are orange or dark red, like a ball of fire, no matter the size and brightness of light can not be compared with Anna.

If this is just difficult to understand, the other point is incredible.

With so much magic coming to her, why is she still alive?

In the whole witch's help, the nightingale could not find a person who possessed such magic, even if it was an adult witch, compared to the worse.When Anna is an adult...

No, she didn’t have the chance, and the Nightingale sighed, the stronger the magic, the stronger the reaction.She couldn’t even imagine what terrible torture Anna would face when the demon phages came.The pain that is torn from the inside does not make people lose consciousness until the moment of giving up their resistance and accepting death, they have to endure uninterrupted pain repeatedly.

Out of the fog, she put away her low thoughts for a moment and said, "Good morning, Anna."

Anna was accustomed to this uninvited behavior of the other party, and she nodded, not answering, but continued to practice manipulating the flame.

The nightinge touched her nose and went to the girl’s bed and sat down.

She had seen this practice many times, and at first Anna would have ignited her clothes, and in the back garden she had prepared a bucket full of clothes for her to replace.Later, she was able to make the flame beat at her fingertips, and even Roland no longer urged her to practice, and the wooden shed in the garden was demolished and changed to a place to enjoy afternoon tea and sun.

Even so, Anna continued to practice one or two hours a day, as the prince had ordered before, in her own room.

“I brought the fish, did I eat it?”The nightingeers took a bag from their arms and spread out and handed them to each other.

Anna sniffed and nodded.

“Go wash your hands,” the Nightinge laughed.Fortunately, she doesn’t hate herself, she just doesn’t talk well.Speaking of which, she obviously cared about Nanawa, and did not say much.In fact, she spoke very little except in front of Roland.

In contrast, Roland said a lot more.He always has endless truths, and there are many rules and regulations for eating a meal - such as washing your hands before eating, eating not too fast, not picking up and eating, etc. ... Each one he can say a long talk.

At first she was very impatient, but the other party was at best the master of the place, and the four princes of the gray castle, since he ate his residence, was reluctant to listen to it.She is slowly getting used to these rules.Somehow, when she competed with Anna, Nanawa, Roland, Carter and others for hand-washing queues, she felt a little fun inexplicably.

Anna put her hand into the bucket full of well water and rubbed it again, lighted a fire and dried it, and sat down with a fishcake back to the table, and nibbled a small mouth.

“Are you really not going back with me?”The Nightingale had nothing to say, "There are many sisters there, and they will take good care of you."

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

“The desperate mountains, though there are few supplies, are all gathered together as one family for the same purpose.”

"You're so powerful, they'll welcome you."

“This winter, I’m afraid you won’t be able to survive.”

Speaking of the back, the Nightingale's voice was low, perhaps too late, she thought, even if she returned to the camp, it was almost impossible for her to survive adulthood with such a huge magic.All she could do was see her death.

“Where did you live before joining the witch’s party?”

The Nightingale faltered, and she seldom asked herself a question, “I... used to live in a big city on the east, not far from the king.”

“Have fun?”

Happy?No, it was a time of not wanting to think back, sent under the fence, to be despised and ridiculed.When he found himself a witch, he watched like a cat and dog, chained to his neck and forced himself to do things for them.The Nightinge shook her head and asked softly, “Why are you asking this?”

“I used to live in the old district,” Anna told me simply about her experience, “my father sold me to the church for 25 golden dragons, and it was His Highness who took me out of the cage.”I'm having fun here."

"But you can't get out of this castle, and everyone else hates witches except Roland Wimbledon."

“I don’t care, and he says he’s going to change all that, doesn’t he?”

“It is very difficult, and as long as the church does not fail, the witch is always the evil one.”

Anna did not retort, the silence was a long time, until the Nightingale thought she would never speak again, and she suddenly asked, "Will you be happy with your help, or are you happy here?"

“What do you... say,” the Nightingale was asked to be a little unswerving, “when, of course...”

Is it a co-op?To tell the truth, she had little interest in finding the Holy Mountain, but there were friends there she could not cut off.

The border town?If she had not heard that a witch was in danger, she would not have come here at all!

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 the eyes seemed to reflect the lake in the morning, which made people feel at ease, even if they were not in the fog.“I have heard Roland say that you are looking for the Holy Mountain in the mountains of the north, and if the Holy Mountain means stability and home, I think I have found it.”

Here is her holy mountain, and the Nightingale realizes that, though her life is few and far between, her soul will reach the other shore earlier than most witches.

At this moment, there was a rush to run outside the door, and the nightingale listened carefully, like Nanawa's footsteps.

The door was pushed open, and it was Nanawa Pyne that rushed in.

She threw herself into Anna’s arms, “What...how to do it?”Anna, my father found out I was a witch!”