Release that Witch

Wendy’s recent days have been particularly fulfilling.

White paper is like her name. It quickly absorbs knowledge about witches and magic. The progress of literacy and natural knowledge education is also very smooth. At present, it is possible to learn new vocabulary by referring to literacy textbooks alone. It’s just a little troublesome for natural tutoring. The little girl sometimes asks questions. Even Wendy can’t answer it. In the end, she can only ask Anna or the prince.

Axia is a lot more awkward than white paper. It is probably an age relationship. A word has to be repeated several times to remember the spelling. It is also a kind of doubt for the natural curriculum. However, Wendy did not care. If they were all smart like Anna, then it was called a blow. What she lacks most is time and patience.

Every day after she gets up, she will call the two people to the living room to check the assignments arranged yesterday. This is also the opinion that all of the teachers of the Ministry of Education have preached: they will soon forget if they don’t learn, they will keep in mind when they practice. Tidy took this very seriously.

The next step is magic practice. This white paper can already help Ai Gesha to make acid, or go to the shipyard to help the cement accelerate hardening, so Wendy's counseling is mainly for the newcomer Axia. I heard that she will join the Security Bureau in the future to help His Royal Highness reproduce the crime scene, so the most important thing is to accurately control the playback time.

Fortunately, the ability to display is like breathing for the witch. Even those who are slow, as long as they can feel the magic running, they will not be worse. Wendy often pulls the wheat stalk out as an example, encouraging Asha not to be frustrated by the low natural power, even the pigeons can evolve, let alone a normal witch? Of course, afterwards she will secretly bring some honey sauce to the wheat bran as compensation.

In the evening, it is a routine elementary education class. Considering the difference in the progress of the new entrants, His Royal Highness has divided the Witch Alliance into two classes. The original person continues to teach by the book and begins to learn the elementary physics and chemistry. The new awakened are trained by Wendy. After the normal course is over.

This is also the most relaxing moment of her day.

After all, as a witch who was the first to join the Alliance, after a period of study, Wendy has opened the gap with several sisters in the forefront. I think that I have been given the duties of the Alliance Manager by His Royal Highness. The shoulder pressure is huge.

Only when she teaches a new person can she put down her burden and devote herself to it.

After finishing the evening work for two people, Wendy went to the bathroom to take a hot bath, and returned to the bedroom with a comfortable, but saw the nightingale sitting on the bed and holding a "Theory of Natural Science Theory" in a daze.

It can only be a daze. If she puts her attention on the book, she will fall asleep in less than a quarter of an hour. Wendy has never seen her insist on watching a quarter of an hour.

"What's wrong?" Wendy uncovered the quilt and climbed onto the bed and sat next to each other.

The nightingale looked at her slightly, and her face was so empty that her heart could not help but tighten her face. She only saw it in Silver City, the day when she first met the nightingale. At that time, she walked alone in the snowy streets, completely ignoring the snow covered shoulders.

"His Royal Roland is with Anna..." She whispered. "I pushed him."

"..." Wendy didn't know what to say for a while. She could also see that the relationship between Anna and His Royal Highness was obviously close. Recently, everyone has acquiesced in this, so I don't think it is the first time. The contacted witch, Anna is impeccable in every respect. In addition to being infertile, the book even thinks she is the best person to become a queen. I just didn't expect this change to be caused by the nightingale.

"I clearly made up my mind, knowing that this is the inevitable result. I can see what they look like when they are together. Why... why do you feel so uncomfortable?" The nightingale clung to Wendy’s hand. "I have long been I made up my mind..."

Looking at the other side, Wendy felt uncomfortable in her heart. The biggest impression of her nightingale was that she was strong, whether she was imprisoned by her hand in the silver-light city, or fighting in the church with the help of the church, no matter what kind of dilemma she was in, she She can calmly fight, even if she faces the aggressive Hakala, she has not revealed her fear. But in the face of feelings, she changed back to the helpless child again, and at this point, she could not help her.

Because the feelings are not right or wrong.

Wendy had to put her in her arms and patted her on the shoulder. "If you feel uncomfortable, cry out."

The nightingale shook his head and muttered. "I have already vowed when I left the home of Glan... I will never cry again, absolutely not..." Her voice was getting lower and lower, and finally became inaudible. Wendy felt a warm, moist feeling on her chest, but even so, she didn't make a sob, because of her patience, her shoulders shivered slightly, and her hands were getting more and more hard.

"I didn't cry..."

"Well, you don't... I know." Wendy closed her eyes, and her heart began to regret that the words she had said to the nightingale were a simple answer. In fact, most witches will stay with their Highness... Because they have nowhere to go. The willingness to accept a woman who is infertile and cannot inherit the blood is a very small probability event, and the witches understand this fact. The most important thing to stay around is the distance. Just like the sun, everyone can bathe in the radiance of the sun, but the more you want to get closer, the easier it is to be burned, and the nightingale wants to do it, obviously not just Far from watching.

This is not an easy path.

"If you don't, just give up..." Wendy whispered. "Even if you step back, there are sisters to accompany you."

The long silence made time seem to freeze here. She was waiting for a trial. Even though she was not her own, she still felt very difficult. There were several times Wendy couldn't help but ask for the exit again, but when I got to the lips, I finally slipped back.

Until the nightingale looked up.

Her eye frame is a little red, but she can't see the moist feeling of the tear chest as if it were her own illusion. When he saw the other's eyes, Wendy knew that the trial finally had a result... but it was not over.

"I won't give up," she shook her head. "I want to keep him to the end anyway,"

Even if it is burned to the ashes by the sun.

This is her answer. (To be continued.)