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When Nightingale finished speaking, the room returned to silence, leaving only the occasional crackling of the burning candle.

Roland looked serious. He finally had a general understanding of the group of witches.

Most witches awaken in the Demon Month, which is the day when the gates of hell are said to open. Generally speaking, adulthood is a dividing line for witches. Women who have not awakened after the age of eighteen will basically no longer have the possibility of becoming witches, while those who awaken before the age of eighteen will suffer the pain of being devoured by the demons every year on the day of awakening.

This kind of pain is hard for ordinary people to imagine. Nightingale's voice trembled when she talked about this part. According to her personal experience, it was as if something wanted to break out of the body. Every blood vessel and tendon was swollen and painful. In the end, blood would ooze out of the skin and the eyeballs would bulge out of the eye sockets...

If you can survive it, your body will slowly recover after four or five days of rest, but those who can't hold on will die in this torture, and their death will be horrible.

Nightingale has witnessed the death of several companions. Their bodies lost their ability to support and turned into a swollen ball of flesh. Blood and internal organs spurted out of the holes in the body, and turned into bursts of black mist when they met the air. In the end, when everything that could be sprayed out was sprayed out, only a layer of charred skin was left on the ground.

This is the evidence that witches are regarded as the incarnation of the devil.

Ordinary people would be scared out of their wits when they saw this scene. Who would care about the real cause of death? Coupled with the instigation of the church, claiming that believing in the devil is the end, over time, witches have become the spokespersons of evil.

No matter how outsiders see it, this torture is real, and witches generally have short lives for this reason. The later it gets, the harder it gets, and many people choose to end their lives.

The evil demon's body-eating at the age of 18 is the most difficult level to overcome. In fact, the magic power that witches have obtained before is not complete. Only after adulthood will this power stabilize. The stabilized magic power is greatly improved compared to before, and even new branch abilities will be derived.

Unfortunately, the stabilization process is extremely painful, and the magic power of the body-eating is stronger than the limit that ordinary people can bear. Many witches will die on the day of adulthood.

After listening to this, Roland was silent for a long time, and then he asked in a low voice, "It is recorded in ancient books that witches can only obtain eternal peace in the Holy Mountain and no longer have to suffer the torture of the evil spirit. Is this true?"

"No one knows, because the Holy Mountain has only appeared in legends. But if we take them to the Mutual Aid Association camp, their chances of survival will be greater. If witches don't have to hide themselves and can live freely, the power of the evil spirit will be much weaker than before."

Roland was confused for a moment. His plan could not do without the help of Anna and Nanawa, but because his plan would put them at great risk, he really couldn't bear it. Finally, he said weakly, "Anna is downstairs, I will call her over, if she is willing, you can take her away. As for Nanawa, I won't see her until tomorrow." "

Thank you for your understanding, I was right about you," Nightingale stood up and saluted.

Anna was still awake at this time. When Roland went to call her, she was wearing a light nightgown and leaning over the table copying something. Her underwear was neatly placed beside her, and a faint bulge could be seen from her chest. She looked a little surprised to see Roland. When she heard that they were going to the prince's room, Anna didn't ask any more questions and followed him upstairs in her nightgown.

When she entered the room and found that there was another person inside, the girl was really shocked. Roland took her hand and briefly introduced her, and the three of them sat down around a round table. Nightingale repeated what she had said before, "...In the camp, there are many people like you, and they are all your partners."

"That's about it, Miss Anna. Although I have signed an employment contract with you, I must respect your opinion in the case of life-threatening situations. If you agree--"

"I won't leave."

Roland was stunned, "What did you say--"

"I said I won't leave," Anna quickly interrupted Roland, "I want to stay here."

"Anna, I didn't lie to you," Nightingale frowned, "I can feel the magic power surging in your body. It is close to maturity, more than an ordinary witch. The Demon Month in two months will be your coming-of-age day. You will be safer if you arrive at the camp one day earlier."

She ignored the other party and turned her head to look at Roland.

"Your Highness, do you remember that you once asked me if I wanted to return to Teacher Karl's academy like Nanawa and study with other children?"

Roland nodded.

"I didn't answer at that time. I don't care about what you said later...living like a normal person or something like that," Anna's voice was steady and natural. "I just want to stay by your side, that's all."

Roland thought he understood Anna's mind, but now he realized that he didn't understand it at all.

He couldn't read any emotion in her eyes. It wasn't dependence, nor was it love. He couldn't see anything...only the bottomless tranquility.

He remembered the scene when they first met, and her eyes were also so calm.

The difference was that her face was full of vitality at this moment, like a bud about to bloom. She was still not afraid of death, but she no longer looked forward to it.

"The evil demon can't kill me," Anna said word by word, "I will defeat it."

Nightingale closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "...Okay, I know."

"Then, will you leave alone?" Roland asked.

"No, I'll stay here too," she pulled up her hood and stood up, "Anyway, the camp won't move before the end of the evil demon month."

"Why?" Roland was shocked. Was she going to monitor him for the whole winter?

"I think that a fledgling who has not experienced adulthood will not understand how dangerous it is. I have struggled on the edge of death several times, and I have witnessed the disappearance of my companions. When that day comes, I can at least help her. What if..." Nightingale shrugged, "If she can't make it, I also have experience in dealing with the aftermath."

She walked to the door, pulled out the dagger, and knelt to Roland again, "Well, goodbye." After that, her figure gradually disappeared in the darkness, like mist without leaving any trace.

Is this Nightingale's ability? Roland thought, the silent stealth technique is simply a natural assassin. And judging from the way she threw the dagger, she must have received relevant training. In addition to accepting the same kind of witches, is the Witch Mutual Aid Association also developing its own strength? Or did she already master these skills before she was recruited into the Mutual Aid Association?

There was too little information about this organization. Roland could not find any useful information in his memory, but he had a hunch that he would meet this organization again in the future, as long as he insisted on following the path of witch farming.

"It's getting late, you should go back to sleep," Roland glanced at the girl's chest, but still let Anna go back to rest.

To his surprise, Anna pushed his hand away and walked out of the room without saying a word.

After closing the door, the light was isolated behind her, and the shadow enveloped her. She leaned gently against the door, and her eyes, which were like the lake before, were no longer calm.

She raised her head, covered her flushed face with her arms, and finally murmured in an almost inaudible voice.

"...Fool."