When Ai Gesha woke up again, the room was empty, and the thick curtains were closed and they looked very quiet.

Probably considering that he was not familiar with the environment, a candle was lit at the bedside, and the orange fire was quietly burning.

She looked up for a long time and found that not a drop of wax flowed out, and the candle was always so long that it could never be burned.

It must have been magical, she thought.

The quilt on the body is very soft, probably woven with good cotton, which is filled with light and warm fluff cores.Such treatment was no worse than it had been in the holy city of Taqila, and it was hard to believe that the barbarians could have such a comfortable bed and bedroom.

Move your finger, your strength has recovered most of your strength.Agra turned over and got out of bed, driving the magic, and the cold suddenly spilled between her fingers—it seemed that the prince really did not do any hands and feet, but took the stone of divine punishment and gave himself a certain degree of freedom.

She went to the window and opened the corner of the curtain.It was dark outside, no stars, no moon, the whole earth seemed to be swallowed by darkness, leaving only a few hazy lights in the distance.Through the window, she could hear the wind whistling outside, and occasionally she could see some snow falling on the glass.

It seems to be winter, the good season for witches to wake up.In Takila, you can't see such a night at all, and every day of winter is a day of celebration in the whole city.The streets ignited all night long, looking out from the tower as the whole city was lit.A flash of fire is like a star, symbolizing hope and the future.People pray around the bonfire, eager to gather magic and cross the human realm.Whenever a witch appears, the fate of her family will change, and the food and clothing will be safe.

Egthea plugged in, pushed open the window, and suddenly integrated the cold wind into the room, blowing the curtains back.The candles in the house were also extinguished.The darkness suddenly came in, filling every corner of the room tightly.When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see the faint white light reflected from the snow on the town’s roof.From the perspective of the scope of the building, this place is indeed small, which coincides with the "border town" in the mouth of the prince.

Such cold weather, ordinary people will freeze for a few hours outside, but Agra is not afraid of the cold, so that she feels a little uncomfortable cold will be automatically omitted by the body.When she felt cold, before she woke up, she had almost forgotten.

Close your eyes, and Egsa’s mind was all the conversation before.

The union died, the witch became the minion of the devil, and mortals, relying on the stone of divine punishment, were wilfully hunting witches... From that note, it was clear that both Akalis and Nataya had managed to escape the fertile plains, and if they had not been able to stop all this, the destruction of the Federation would have been a foregone conclusion.

What happened at that time that made these two extraordinary things lose the hands of mortals?

She didn’t want to continue thinking.

“Aren’t you cold?”Suddenly someone asked.

Agra was surprised, she looked back, only to see in the dark light, a woman sitting on the edge of the bed, her face completely hidden in the night, like a quiet ghost.At this time, the door was still closed, and he had not heard any footsteps before.

"If you could close the window, I wouldn't mind re-lighting the candle."She said again.

There is no doubt that the other is a witch.

What is she doing so late?

Agra did not say nod, closed the window, and quietly let the thin ice crawl a little bit of her skin.The man did not make a dangerous act, but opened the first square of the bedside table, took out the fire from it, and lit the candle - as the fire lit up, she saw the other person's appearance: a beautiful golden curly hair, her long brows, her eyes very sharp, not any witch I had seen before.

"The first time I met... no, this is the second time," she said, lifting her mouth, "my name is Nightinge."

Did she hide in the crowd before?“Is that your ability?”Agesha frowned, “Are you a high-level awakener too?”

Even a respected high-ranking witch, it is very rude not to say hello to trespassing.

“Ah, you say evolution...” The Nightingale shook her head, “I’m not as smart as Anna, and I can turn over Nature in a short time, and when I see those formula theorems, I’m going to blow up my head.”Evolution has probably been with me all my life.”

Half of the words in the short answer did not understand, and Egsha froze, she really did not expect that the "original witch" would say such a thing, and looking at her expression, it was not like she was deliberately teasing herself.Is this what the prince said... knowledge?

“That natural...can you show me the basics?”

“Certainly, if you are willing to join the League of Witches, to serve His Royal Highness.”She shrugged.

“Empact for a human?”Egsha rolled her eyes, and half a day later whispered, "I thought I was weird enough, I didn't think you were crazy more than me."

“Strange?Crazy?"Nightingue crooked, “Why do you say that?”

“In the holy city of Takira, most Awakening people regard only ordinary people who cannot coalesce magic as humble servants, inferiors, or ... reproductive tools.”She said slowly, "But I don't think so, although they are stupid, but they are not incorrigible, just teach them to learn and think, these people do not do much worse than witches in most things."Because of this, many people think that I am strange in nature, and actually give some of the affairs in the tower to mortals.I did not expect that you would go any further than I, and you would recognize a human being as the Lord and serve him."

“His Highness Roland did not regard us as a servant,” the Nightingress said, “I don’t know what strange understanding you have of the word validity, but the fact is that he took in the oppressed witch of the church, gave the sisters new strength, and allowed everyone to live together in the land of the West with the people, and all against the church and the evil beasts, and against the devil in the future.”

“This model is proven to be a failure!”Agratus raised the volume a little more than 400 years ago...For you, it was very much eight hundred years ago, that is, the era of mortals and witches, when human beings were almost all over the dawn, but in the face of the devil's attack, the result was a failure, leaving only such a corner of the fertile plain."

“Oh, oh?”She asked, “Is there such a thing?”

"You say that more than 450 years have passed since this buried history," Egsa continued, "and according to the Federation, the Third Battle of God's will soon begin, and you know nothing of the devil!"The east of the barbaric land is a whirlpool sea, where can you retreat?Only by re-establishing the Federation, uniting the witches, and raising the higher levels according to the knowledge, will it be possible to seize the last chance and stop the devil from attacking!”

“Why do you have to say that?”

“What?”

It’s been over 400 years now, isn’t it?Four hundred years can change a lot of things, why do you still cling to the previous idea of not letting go?”The Nightingou sighed, "You heard the words of your Highness when you were leaving, and mortals can defeat the devil."He is also doing things to unite people, not just witches, he wants to unite every ordinary person on the continent, he told me that the people throughout the continent are the most powerful group.”

"Desperity--" Egsha, who had just wanted to refute this nonsense, suddenly stopped.The other person is so sure, as if they have seen the results.Can 400 years really change that?Is the grey-haired prince so incredible that a mortal can have the power of a witch?

"You seem to have realized," said Nightingale with a smile, "and it's still a long time, why not put down the wall of your heart and confirm it with your own eyes?"

This time, Agra has been silent for a long time. "... I can see that you don't like me."

The other did not object.

“The witch of the Secret Society often looks at me like this—since she knows that I have appointed a group of mortals in the tower as an experimental assistant,” she said.

“As long as you converge on that arrogance and treat your Highness as normal, I can’t talk much about how much I hate you, and the latter...” She paused, “because your Highness said he did not want to see you abandoned by the times.”

(Unfinished.)