Wendy opened her eyes, and some strange rooms came into her eyes.There were wooden beams of cobwebs, gray masonry ceilings, and a ring chandelier that had never been lit before.The scene went from blur to clarity, until every detail was presented.

Not the cold rock slabs or the narrow tent, she thought, yes, she has been away from the co-helping meeting for more than half a month, I don't know if the teacher has led the sisters to find the holy mountain smoothly?

She took a deep breath, although not as fresh and cold as the cave, but the dull warm atmosphere in the room made her feel equally comfortable.The body is wrapped in soft velvet, and there are several layers of cotton blankets under it, lying on it will sink slightly.Even if the body is completely straightened, the toes will not reveal the bed.

The feeling of not getting up in bed made her feel a little guilty, and she came here for half a month, but she had a long-lost sense of peace of mind.

In the castle, no matter how late, no one came to disturb her.Now, for example, Wendy looked out the window, and the gray sky was even a little glaring.At this time, it is probably past the time of the fox (10), and in the past few years of drifting, there are few times when you can sleep safely.A throbbing wakes up from a dream, and before dawn, you have to start preparing today’s food.Go out at any time fear that the church will find its whereabouts, and no one can guarantee that the next demon will eat.

Even if she is hiding in the desperate mountains, she should have put herself into the busy chores, or help dry food and herbs, blow trunks of her sisters' clothes wet by snow, or clean the camp.

Wendy was not reluctant to do this, and when she saw everyone's smile, she would feel very happy.But she found that for such a lazy life, she could not resist, but was somewhat immersed in it.

No, no more being lazy.She patted her cheek and climbed up from the bed.After all, in convents, the nun often warned that lazy people are not God-blessed.

Go to the back garden to practice wind control later, and blow the snow clean.Thinking of the Prince’s request for practice, Wendy always couldn’t help but want to laugh.That was all strangeness—for example, when he watched the demonstration of his abilities, he hoped that he could blow the wind to a distance beyond ten steps above his head.Yet no witch has ever extended magic to this far.The defendant could not do it, and instead of getting angry, he came up with a strange idea: to put himself on the stool and let the up and down blow the strong wind at the same time.Wendy tried it and found it a viable solution.The test results made His Royal Highness very satisfied, in addition to allowing himself to practice more in this way, but also asked himself whether he was afraid of heights.

Like the Nightingale, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon was an elusive man, but he was also a prince who cared for witches.

I thought of what Wendy sighed softly.

The prince who does not hate witches really exists, and you are wrong, Master.

Wearing a new dress, her chest felt slightly swelling—wenty had grown accustomed to it, and just as she was looking for a needle to change it, there was a knock on the door outside.

“Come in.”

The nightingale was pushed into the door, and Wendy fainted a little, then smiled, "Your Highness has not yet got up?"You have time to come to me.”

"What are you, I don't have time to follow him every day."The Nightingale raised the basket in her hand, "I'll bring you breakfast."

Breakfast is usually sent to the room by the maid, in addition to the Prince's stay after the nightingale often come to talk with themselves, the other time is difficult to see her.Wendy smiled in her heart, and when she woke up, she must have slipped in and looked at herself a few times.

“Well, what’s the matter?”She took the basket, took a piece of bread with cheese from it, and put it in her mouth.

"Well," said the Nightingale, coming to the bedside and sat down, "Nanava is going to be through today...that day."

Wendy is silent, although the first magic reaction, will not be as violent and long-lasting as adult days, but still can not be absolutely safe.The older you are, the less tolerance for pain.She put the basket on the low cupboard at the bedside, went to the Nightingale, and patted each other on the shoulder, "Your Highness, isn't it, as long as the magic is released every day, you can minimize the torture."

"But that's just speculation."

"At least that sounds reasonable," Wendy comforted, "and didn't Anna come here?"Even the most difficult adult days, she was not hurt.That's what you saw with your own eyes."She paused, then asked, “Where’s Nana?”

"Now in the hospital," said the Nightingale, unbearable, and his mouth rising, "listening to her father, Baron Pine, who had acquired a large herd of hares from the hunters, and now sent them all to the hospital."I'll practice until tomorrow."

"It's nice to have such a father," Wendy lamented, "I don't remember what happened to me as a child... It's strange, like a blank in memory, no father, no mother, I've been in a monastery since I knew it."

"I seem to be more fortunate than you."

"Well, a lot of luck."Wendy sat down as she sat down, “Are you nervous?”

“...” The Nightingale was silent for a moment, with a gentle head.

Wendy certainly knows what the other side is nervous about, and today is not only a crucial day for Nanawa, but also a key to reversing the witch's fate.If Nanawa can safely survive this reaction, it means that the witch can get rid of the shadow of the devil's minions, and the border town will become a veritable holy mountain - one day, all the witches will gather here, live a life no different from ordinary people, and no longer have to wander around to avoid the hunting of the church.

"No matter how much we worry about, let's just steal a day to be lazy and go with Nanahua."

“Stolen...lazy?”The Nightingale looked wide at Wendy.

"Yes, who told me the news so early, made me nervous," said Wendy simply, "since you are not in the mood to practice, go to Nanawa."Wasn’t it written in the contract?It's called paid leave."

...

After dinner, Nanawa’s room was full of people—Anna, Lightning, Nightingale, Wendy, Tiki, and Roland.Seeing this situation, the girl's face was full of tangled, "Uh... will I die?"

“Certainly not!”People shake their heads together.

"Only for the first time, the force of the counter-eating will not be very strong," Wendy said, holding Nanawa's right hand, "concentrated, can persist."

"When it hurts, he pinch his father's hand," Tiko shook his daughter's left hand, "you have become very strong in the hospital, and your father is proud of you."

The girl's head, looking across the crowd, finally looked at Anna.

Anna stepped forward and kissed her forehead, “Survive, okay?”

“...eh.”