When Roland had gone to sleep, the nightingale came from the mist, lightly helped him to sort the quilt, covered his exposed arms, and stood on the bedside for a moment, quietly crossing the floor and returning to his room.

“You haven’t slept yet?”Seeing Wendy, who was still sitting at the head of the bed reading a book, the Nightinginger was slightly surprised.

“Afraid that you did something wrong!”Wendy glared at her, “Your Highness is not a young child, is it necessary to take care of yourself until you fall asleep?”

“Your Highness has sent people to other towns to spread the news of witch organizations in this place, and in case the witch who hears it will harm His Highness, I will do it just in case.”The Nightingale picked up the wet towel, wiped his face at will, and then unbuttoned his red belt, wrist leather, and buckle, and finally faded a white suit, which was the new work of His Royal Highness the Prince, and the combination of the pure white hooded coat looked very eye-catching, but he thought it was very suitable for assassins.

The nightingue carefully hung up its clothes and smoothed every fold.Her studded figure was wrapped in a light yarn, and a hint of flesh could not be seen on her tight abdomen and thighs.

"What's the accident," Wendy put down the book in her hand, "is that the sisters live in the castle, and there's guards patrolling outside."Besides, didn't you put the stone under his pillow?You never touched anything like that before."

"Well, I'm here to keep him safe," she said, sitting down at the side of the bed, taking off her boots, and pushing her slender legs up, and turning her body over to Wendy's side.

"Have you ever heard what I said last time," sighed Wendy, "We're Veronica, we're witches."

"I know, Wendy," nodded the Nightinge, "we are witches."

And His Royal Highness will marry a witch, which is what he himself said, and... there is no lie.

Of course, this information is not a last resort, the nightinge will not be advertised.In her heart, she said apologizing to Wendy, and she changed the subject: “What impression do you have on the church?”

“Why suddenly ask this?”Wendy was twitching.

“His Royal Highness Roland visited him at the fortress castle and expressed his willingness to support him in seizing the throne.”

“How did he respond?”Her voice rattled, “Or did he let you out before the conversation?”

The Nightingler smiled and shook her head, softly saying, “He just told me to pay attention to the extent of avoiding the stone of the other demon.”And your Highness himself did not wear it temporarily.Wendy, His Highness did not grant the Church's invitation, and he refused the other.”

The latter was relieved, and then appeared a little languid, "Unfortunately, our help to His Highness is really limited, unlike the Church, the power to cover the whole continent."If His Royal Highness Rabe promises them, he will soon ascend to the throne.”

"Who knows," said His Highness, "the high priest is full of nonsense, and he can't believe it," said the Nightingeon, "but there is one thing I care about."She said the red and black pill again, "In the fog, the ball has the same color as the stone of God's punishment, which is almost incredible."The sisters have seen the end of swallowing the stone of divine punishment, which is no different from suicide.The high priest said that it was a drug developed by the prayer room of the Holy City, had you ever heard of this institution in the monastery?”

When the co-opts left Yinguang City, Hakala led the nightingale, the wind chase, and the stone women to trap the villains who had followed for the bounty, and one way to retaliate against them was to put the stone of the divine punishment they were wearing into their mouths and force them to swallow them.The scoundrel who swallows the stone of divine punishment will soon die and curl up like a dehydration, like a dried-up fish.

"I don't know."Wendy closed her eyes and said slowly, “I remember, I live in the monastery of the old holy city.”There are high walls on all sides, and there is no view outside of the sky.All day in the courtyard, the words and drawings are the nuns.I still remember her name, Farion.One of the books she read to us was devoted to the Old Holy City, with churches, monasteries, collections, memorials, and walls of heroes, but never heard of the God’s Prayer Room.I lived in the monastery for more than ten years until the accident happened.

Nightingers had heard Wendy mention before that the monastery had been attacked by witches, and many people had died in that accident.And she also took advantage of the chaos to escape the monastery, "although she did not know which witch had such courage to challenge the church alone, but she at least saved you."

"No, Veronica, witches come from the church."Wendy shook her head, "She, like me, is a member of the monastery."

“What... mean?”

“Girls living in convents can be divided into three categories, one, like me, who has been here since childhood, and does not know her origin; one is a wandering or orphan, who has been adopted by churches and sent here; and the other who has been sold to the church by her parents.Managers separate everyone according to age, placed in different dormitories, and the learning content is not the same.The lowest age of learning, ten to fourteen years old to learn the carol, fourteen or more to learn the etiquette.So the nun also called us a literacy class, and the older one called it a choir and a ceremonial class.The woman in the ceremonial class is sent away from the monastery once she reaches adulthood.”

It was the first time she had heard of Wendy's previous experience in a monastery.

"In the first few years, I often heard the screams of the girls at night from the choir and the ceremonial class, and I did not know what was going on.It was not until after rising to the choir that it was found that the adults of the church would visit the dormitory at night, dragging a few from the bed, and not returning them until during the day.Sometimes... it doesn't necessarily come back all."

The Nightinge bit her lips, and she certainly knew what Wendy meant by what she said.

“This kind of thing happens once or twice a month, often, almost once in two days.Then I was chosen, and Farian dragged me out of the room and whispered in my ear that it would be better to endure.I was tugged by her into a half-hidden house in the corner of the garden, where the lights were on and there were four or five women on the wall, and four or five of them were trembling...” Her voice trembled slightly, “when they came closer to me, the woman suddenly broke her shackles and choked the neck of the nearest one from her, and killed him like a chicken’s neck.”

“Is she...awakened?”

“I don’t know,” Wendy shook her head, “and those men, though they took off their clothes, were still wearing the stone of divine punishment.She killed them one by one, and one of them was pulled alive by her limbs, before she died, as if to say... the transcendent.The adult's screams alarmed the guards and Farian who were guarding the house.When they opened the iron door and rushed in, they were stunned by the scene in front of them, and the woman jumped right at them.”

“What does the superhuman mean the witch?”The Nightinge asked, “Isn’t the guard her opponent either?”

“The gap is too big.I later learned that the guards were the judges.One of them blew a whistle, the other greeted him with a sword, and when the first whistle was over, the trial army that stood in front of her was already piercing her chest with her hand.The standard armor of the Church is like a piece of paper before her.”(Not completed.If you like this work, you are welcome to start the campaign, and your support is my biggest motivation.