Chapter 591 - v3c357p1 (2/2)

“There’s something here?” He asked out of curiosity. “But there should be nothing here, it’s just an ordinary wall, right?”

“My Lord you have a deep insight.” If he did not know what Babasha meant, he would have thought it was disgusting flattery. However, most of Anthony’s knights inevitably showed displeasure on their faces, and the princess also frowned, although she was more doubtful than anything else.

Babasha had already gone to the fountain upon saying so. She respectfully explained, “My Lord you were correct, there is indeed no mechanism nor secret pa.s.sage behind the walls here. But for us witches, the pool itself already records something.”

“Oh?”

“My Lord you must be well aware that before it was damaged, the statue on that pool was a holy sculpture of Odin the Darkness Dragon. This land holds great relevance to us witches, but not every witch has the ability to unlock the secrets here.” Babasha replied mysteriously.

Brendel frowned upon hearing the old witch mention the Darkness Dragon. But there had already been discussions on the forum, one of which discussed the possibility that this statue might have come before the Holy War, and while there was little history recorded about that, the Darkness Dragon once ruled the land so it was not surprising that its statue was there.

He nodded when he heard Babasha mentioned “not every witch has the ability to unlock the secrets here”, and he subconsciously turned his gaze to the fatigued Sugar Jar- the little witch girl who had been floppy as if she did not even the strength to move a finger ever since she cast the spell. Apparently, she would be like that for a while longer, and she could only perform a Contract Spirit spell like that once a day, but the reason why Brendel looked at her was because of a suspicion he always had.

He had a strong suspicion that Sugar Jar was the purest heir to the bloodline of the Witch of Life and Death.

It was well known that each of the twelve witches had only one heir with the purest bloodline. As the legacy of the Witch Queen was currently on Romaine, he had previously suspected that Romaine’s Aunt Jenny was the heir to the legacy of the Eternal Witch.

Babasha saw the look in his eyes and had even more admiration towards him. “That’s the Darkness Dragon for you.” Brendel heard such a voice coming from his heart, and the old witch smiled with satisfaction. “Indeed, Sugar Jar is needed here.”

Brendel nodded in his mind, but asked again, “Is she okay with that?”

“What are you guys talking about?” Princess Gryphine couldn’t help but ask upon seeing them ‘playing charades’ again, her tone was slightly displeased, there was no doubt that the princess did not like the feeling of Brendel putting her aside, and she told herself that she should take more initiative as the eldest princess of Aouine.

But in truth, the half-elf girl had a hard time admitting that she just did not want Brendel to think of her as an outsider. She had vaguely felt the difference between Brendel and other n.o.blemen, and the people around him had formed a force that was very different from the ancient n.o.bles of the kingdom, a force that was slightly similar to, but not identical to the students of the Royal Cavalry Academy whom she had cultivated on her own.

The youths of the Royal Cavalry Academy inherited her confusion, together with her they seemed to be able to only take uncertain steps in a huge invisible web, and she could feel that despair. But she saw people like Carglise and Amandina, who were confident in the future and seemed to have had a definite goal since long ago.

Either way, it was enough for the princess to perceive the difference between the people beside Brendel compared to a traditional n.o.bleman’s. That seemed to be what she had been longing for, and because of it all, she had slowly begun to reject the kingdom’s original pattern of power– like Makarov, Fleetwood, or Duke Arreck, and instead turned in favor of joining Brendel’s side, even if not as a princess.

Gryphine had this kind of urge but she would never admit it. She was ashamed of her internal conflict.

Therefore, the princess coldly locked the secret in her heart and did not reveal a single word. She looked at Brendel and Babasha with her silver eyes, as if wanting to get an explanation.

Brendel felt a faint movement in his heart, and he looked at the old witch. Babasha was not impressed and smiled dryly, “It’s actually quite simple, Your Highness, this pool is actually a Teleportation Array.”

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