The smoke was gone, and the forest was calm again.

The long braids of the witch were scattered, like white flowers spread under her body.

Braving the hot blood flowed freely from behind, and soon formed a circle of dark red water, the blood slowly immersed in the ground, turning the hard and cold soil, and the iron smell in the air.

The nightingale squatted down, unbuttoned the eye-covering cloth on the witch's face, and found that the face looked unexpectedly young, and the age should be similar to himself, but the scars in the eyes destroyed the overall beauty - her eyes were repeatedly burned like a reddish iron, and the brown redness of the skin was curled, and the outline of the eyes was lost.

It is undoubtedly the result of the day after tomorrow, and the nightingale gently touched the folded scars, as to whether she suffered these before she became a witch, or after serving for the church, it is not known.But these no longer mattered, and from now on she could not hurt any more witches or suffer any other torture.

The saint searched all over and pulled a letter, a seal and a coat of arms from the pocket lined in her robe.The emblem pattern is a circle divided into cross, with a fist clenched in the center.

Other than that, she didn’t carry more items—whether it was a golden dragon or jewelry.

Perhaps she had not enjoyed anything in her life, and the Nightinging could not help thinking.

“Hey, look what I’ve caught,” the lightning came from mid-air, and she looked up and saw the little girl flying over with a struggling man, and then threw him to the ground.

The other side issued a hum of pain, rolled twice, as if they wanted to get up, but their hands and feet were tied, and they could only wriggle back and forth on the ground.

The man was dressed as a priest or a priest in another carriage.

“Where is Maisie?”

"She directed the ashes to pursue the fleeing judgmental armies," said the lightning, "and this is the witch cultivated by the Church?"

"Well," said the Nightingeon softly, "she will not hunt us again."

“Looking at her, it’s hard to believe that she’ll see us as the enemy we have to kill...” the little girl muttered.

“Nothing will happen without the Church,” said the Nightingale, looking coldly at the captured man, who saw the witch lying in the pool of blood, and his eyes at once round and trying to say something, only unable to speak because of the cloth that was blocked in his mouth.

She pulled out the cloth, “Do you have anything to justify?”

“Cough...you, you, you, have killed the pure man of Bishop Tevren, the bold devil, and sooner or later you will be hanged by the church at the gate for the crows to eat!”

"Even if we don't kill her, it's not much better to be caught by the church," said the Nightingeon, "and you're better to worry about your situation than this."

“Even if I die, I will receive God’s salvation, and you will only sink into hell and be tortured forever.”He shouted loudly.

“That’s why I blocked his mouth,” the lightning yelled.

The Nightingale re-cooked the cloth and returned, “Leave it to your Highness to dispose of, and hear him say that the iron axe is very good for the interrogation of such persons.”

...

It was afternoon when Maisie arrived with two Sleeping Island witches, and the ashes leaped down from the back of the beast and landed firmly beside the Nightingale, “Are you not hurt?”

“It’s going well,” she said, shaking her head, “and you?”

“Nature is one that hasn’t run away,” Ash laughed triumphantly.

“She is dead?”Andrea looked at the saint after landing, "I thought you were going to leave her a life."

"The enemy is a witch, and any hesitation and carelessness is an extremely dangerous act," said the Ash, "and it is I, and it is impossible to keep her alive."

"You have no pity for the same kind of people."

“She is not our kind, but a puppet controlled by the church,” said the transcendent, “and besides, the same kind is sometimes much more cruel than the outliers, at least I have never seen an evil beast or a demon imprisoned a man and tortured him for years.”

When she had finished, she took off her blood-stained gloves and handed her hand to the Nightingei: “Your actions and performances are amazing, and at this point you are doing exactly right.”

“...” The latter looked at her for a moment before taking the hand of the hand, “Thank you.”

It turned out that even people like her would comfort themselves, and the Nightingale thought, probably, they didn’t want to feel that there was too much burden to kill a witch.

The lightning also pressed his hand, "I think this victory is worth celebrating."

Then there's Macy, "Uh!"

Andrea rolled her eyes, and the last hand was on the people's hands, "I have to say, if it's just your hand, I don't want to touch it at all, for the sake of the Nightingler."

“Okay, I know,” Ash said.

Then the five men lifted their hands together into the sky, like a tower standing in the cold wind.

...

In addition to collecting the information carried by the messengers, they also needed to bury the traces left by the battle, and the group was busy in the woodland for two days before these trifles were handled properly, and it was three days later when they returned to the border town.

Landed in the back garden of the castle, the Nightingingress was immediately surrounded by the sisters.

“I heard you were hurt?Where is the wound?”Nana clamored.

“She’s been waiting for you for a long time, how can she come back now,” Lily said.

“Do you... feel pain now?”Lucia asked urgently.

"But this batch of herbal medicine is specially made, that is, it can stop bleeding, and it can also play a role in swelling, and the effect should be good?"The leaves laugh.

"You are too cautious, a person also dare to run into the church, next time I am afraid there will be no such luck!" 」It was Wendy’s voice.

“Come back safely.”This is the book.

Looking at their concerns, the Nightingale felt the warmth of her heart, and she did not know what kind of life the witch in the church was, but she knew what the witch was like in the witch alliance.There is no doubt that this is where she deserves everything.

Then she saw Her Royal Highness Roland.

The lightning had splented into his arms, like a gecko clinging to him.

Maisie also flew over Roland’s shoulder and rubbed his cheek.

Although the Nightinge wanted to do so, she knew that she was no longer a child, and she resisted the impulse to embrace the other party, and she went to Her Royal Highness and smiled, "I am back."

"Well, I've been waiting for you for a long time," said the prince, still familiar with his smile, "take a hot bath and rest, for I put a few packets of honey in the office drawer."

"Well, I'm not going to be polite."

The nightingeer raised its mouth.

She was sure again that what she had done was right.

(Unfinished.)