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Roland knocked on the door, and after hearing Nightingale's response, he pushed the door open and walked into the room.
The room was hung with thick curtains, and the windows were only opened for ventilation in the early morning and evening. At other times, they were closed for warmth and light blocking.
The only light came from the two candlesticks at the end of the bed. The candles burned quietly, casting two interlaced shadows on the furnishings in the room.
He walked to the bed, looked at the woman who was still unconscious, buried in the soft velvet pillows and bedding, and sighed softly.
"Is the situation at the border defense line okay?" Nightingale stepped forward and handed him a glass of warm water.
"Everything went smoothly," Roland drank a sip and handed the cup back to her. "Since that day, we haven't encountered a large group of evil beasts. After the injured militia members returned to the team intact, everyone's fighting enthusiasm became... a little high."
"What about the damaged part of the city wall?"
"Carl used a rolling log to move the shell of the hybrid evil beast to the broken part, and used a winch and a wooden frame to lift it up, making it a part of the city wall." Roland knew that Nightingale asked this to distract his attention and prevent him from worrying too much. But as soon as he stepped into this room, all his consciousness would involuntarily focus on the woman sleeping on the bed.
If the last time they were able to achieve a proud victory against the large-scale invasion of evil beasts, the biggest contributor was undoubtedly Anna. If she hadn't used fire to block the gap in the city wall, the consequences would be simply unimaginable.
However, after she fainted in his arms, she never woke up again.
"It's been a week," Roland whispered.
Theoretically, if a person is in a coma and does not eat or drink for a week, and does not have direct nutrition from the outside (such as injections), the body's functions will fail and the brain will gradually die in shock. But Anna did not show any signs of weakness or critical illness - at least she was much better than when she first collapsed. Her cheeks were rosy, her breathing was steady, and she could feel the temperature of a normal person when she put her hand on her forehead. All signs showed that Anna was in good health, but...she could not wake up.
"This is the first time I've encountered such a situation as well," Nightingale, who was standing aside, shook her head. "The magic power in her body was completely consumed in that battle, but now it has reached saturation, even more intense than before. If I'm not mistaken, tonight's midnight will be her coming of age day."
"Are you saying that she will reach adulthood in a coma?"
"No, she will die in a coma," Nightingale said bluntly. "The pain suffered on the day of adulthood must be overcome by willpower. Once you give up resistance, the backlash of magic will irreversibly destroy the witch's body."
Roland moved a chair and sat down beside the bed. "But I remember you said that when the evil spirit devours the body, no matter how painful it is, the consciousness will always remain clear. Either you survive this level or choose to end your life."
"That's right. There were people in the Mutual Aid Association who wanted to use coma to survive the evil spirit's devouring. That was not the coming of age day... it was just the torture that had to be endured once a year," Nightingale hesitated and continued. "She relied on alchemical drugs to make herself fall asleep, but that was meaningless... she woke up instantly when the magic backlashed, and lost the ability to resist."
"Doesn't this pain increase gradually?"
"No, when that moment comes, the pain will come like thunder, but how long it lasts varies from person to person. It's not that my sister is not strong enough, it's just..." Her voice dropped.
Roland understood what she meant. This sentence with an unknown time limit was a torture in itself. He didn't know how long he had persisted, and how long he would have to persist. It was like a lonely boat drifting on a rough sea. It was easy for people to give up the hope of survival.
In silence, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"In the years of wandering, I have seen too many deaths. Witches were treated like livestock, hanged, burned, or tortured to death by the nobles as entertainment props. The witches who escaped by chance could only stay away from the crowd and live a secluded life. The holy mountain, which is unknown, is just an unattainable luxury in their hearts." Nightingale's voice was softer than before, "But Anna is different. Apart from the sisters in the Mutual Aid Association, this is the first time I have seen someone care so much about witches. She is needed, valued, and treated as a normal person... Your Highness, even if Anna did not survive adulthood, she has found her own holy mountain."
But this was not the ending he wanted. Roland closed his eyes and recalled the scene when he first met her.
She was naked, covered in semen, and in a cage, but there was no fear on her face. Her eyes were like the surface of a lake that had never been polluted, clear and calm.
She was a flame, but she did not jump like a flame.
The pictures rotated one by one, like a revolving lantern.
I have satisfied your curiosity, sir, can you kill me now?
I have never used it to hurt anyone.
I just want to stay by your side, nothing more.
The evil demon bite can't kill me, I will defeat it.
Are you dreaming? I'm not going anywhere.
...
Roland suppressed his surging thoughts and whispered, "I will accompany her until the last moment."
"Me too, and... thank you."
After dinner, Nana also came. Hearing that Anna was about to pass adulthood, she also insisted on staying. Roland had to arrange an extra room on the second floor for Tigupain who came with him to spend the night.
In this way, Roland and the two witches sat around the bed, quietly waiting for midnight to fall.
For Nightingale and Nana, they also had to endure the pain of the evil demon bite this winter. Fortunately, everyone's awakening day was different, otherwise the three witches would have to suffer the test of life and death at the same time. Roland estimated that he could no longer pretend to be calm and stay in the room.
There was no clock tower in the town. In the room with the candlelight, the passage of time became blurred. The cold wind blew against the window, and from time to time, the whistling sound of air currents passing through the window slits could be heard. Just when Roland felt a trace of fatigue coming over him, Nightingale suddenly said, "It's started."
Only she could see that the magic power in Anna's body began to become uneasy. The green flame became more and more intense, and the center part turned from incandescent to dark. The manic magic power gathered towards the center, as if being pulled by something. It struggled and rolled, but to no avail.
But a strange scene occurred. A milky white flame gradually appeared on Anna's lower abdomen, and it intertwined with the manic magic power and gradually calmed down.
Nightingale's expression changed. What is this? Why can it calm the rioting magic power? She recalled the scene when Roland carried Anna back to the castle. Anna was held horizontally by Roland, and Nightingale happened to take a glance at the side. There seemed to be some white turbidity between Anna's legs, slowly flowing out from the two slightly opened labia. When she was dressing Anna alone, she tasted a little, and she was sure that the familiar taste was a man's semen! Anna's uterus must be full of men's semen, so it flowed out.
There was no time to think about why Anna's vagina was full of semen. Nightingale wondered if the change in Anna's magic power was related to the semen?
Nightingale's mind was confused.
Roland could not see these changes, but he also noticed something wrong.
The flame at the top of the candle began to sway, but there was no wind in the room. The light from the flame became dimmer and dimmer, as if it was being swallowed by the shadows around it, and then the color of the tip of the flame changed - the orange-red flame turned into a dark green flame.
He looked at the woman in the bed. Anna was still sleeping, and her face did not change at all, as if all this had nothing to do with her.
At this time, the candlelight was almost completely hidden - it was not that the flame was extinguished, but the green flame was swallowing the orange-red part bit by bit, until the light disappeared completely, and everyone fell into darkness.
But soon, the flame lit up again. But this time, the flame on the candlestick turned into pure green. The three people were reflected in the green light, staring at each other, a little bit unable to understand what was going on.
At this time, Anna's groan drew the three people's attention back to her.
She slowly opened her eyes.
"Anna..." Roland was stunned. She woke up?
The woman blinked and smiled at him, then stretched out her right hand, spread her palm, and handed it to the prince.
A ball of green fire jumped out of the palm and burned quietly.
For some reason, Roland felt that he understood what the other party meant. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly inserted his finger into the flame. The expected burning sensation did not come, but only a soft and warm feeling as if he was wrapped in warm water .