Chapter 392 (2/2)

Wendy sent Paper back to the witches’ building and happily returned to the Lord’s castle.

Recently, she felt her days were very fulfilling. Although her previous life was quite comfortable, she’d always felt something missing. Now, with this little girl who was well-behaved and full of admiration for her, she believed there was nothing more pleasing than this.

“Winter has come. This is when the witches’ awakenings happen the most. In the following months, there might be more new witches joining the Witch Union, so there’ll be more kids for me to take care of.” This thought excited Wendy very much.

She gently hummed the song she heard from His Highness. But when she pushed open her bedroom door, what she saw startled her.

God, what do I see? Nightingale sits in front of the book table, reading the Natural Science Theoretical Foundation!

Did she fight with His Highness Roland?”

“Ahem.” Wendy coughed twice. “I’m back.”

Nightingale nodded, giving no response. From the side, her face seemed very upset and sad.

She must have guessed correctly.

Wendy stepped forward, patted Nightingale’s shoulder, and softly comforted her. “This is love. You sometimes quarrel, but when you think about it, it’s nothing serious. Sleep on it and you’ll feel better afterwards.”

“What are you talking about?” Nightingale frowned.

“You and His Highness… Fighting is only temporary, so don’t take it seriously.”

“Why would I quarrel with him?” She said, touching her forehead.

“Uh… you didn’t?” Wendy paused. “Then why are you reading all of a sudden?”

Nightingale sighed and told Wendy about the Experiment of God’s Punishment that Agatha had revealed to her. “I just feel I need to become stronger to help more in future battles to overthrow the church.”

“I see.” Upon hearing what Nightingale said, Wendy solemnly nodded. “I didn’t expect that the church built monasteries to obtain witches’ blood… If it weren’t for Ashes, who had suddenly awakened as an Extraordinary and drew all the guards’ attention, I’m afraid I would have been among the other corpses in the church.”

“Nightingale is right. Perhaps the environment in the castle is so relaxing that I’ve let my guard down.” Wendy suddenly realized that the enemies were very close. Be it from the church or demons, their threats weren’t completely eliminated, yet she hadn’t improved for a long time. Although her magic power was slowly increasing, her fighting skills and ability to create wind weren’t so different from the time when she was in the Witch Cooperation Association, and evolution was totally out of the question.

Sisters such as Mystery Moon, Hummingbird and Echo were studying very hard. Compared to them, she seemed to be slacking off. As an older predecessor, she couldn’t even light two Magic Stones on the Sigil of God’s Will. If this continued, she would feel like an unworthy elder to the other witches.

“You’re right. I need to study hard as well.” Wendy took a deep breath. She decided that from that day on, she would spend two hours every night before bed learning the knowledge from His Highness.

She went to the bathroom to have a quick wash, returned to the room, and found Nightingale lying on the desk, asleep.