MTL - Release that Witch-Chapter 52 Heart fire (on)

Roland knocked on the door and heard the response from the nightingale before he pushed the door into the room.

The curtains are hung in the room, and the windows are only ventilated in the early morning and evening. At other times, they are closed for warmth and shading.

The only light source came from the two candlesticks at the end of the bed. The candle burned quietly, projecting the two shades of shadow in the room.

He walked over to the bed and looked at the woman who was buried in a soft velvet pillow and bedding, still closed, and sighed softly.

“Is the situation on the border defense still okay?” The nightingale handed him a cup of warm water.

"Everything is going well," Roland casually sipped and handed the cup back to her. "From that day on, I have never encountered a large group of evil beasts. After the injured militia members returned to the team, everyone’s fighting enthusiasm Become...somewhat high."

"Where is the wall damaged?"

"Karl used the rolling wood to move the carapace of the mixed species to the fracture, and hang it with a winch and a wooden frame to make it part of the wall," Roland knew that the nightingale was asking to distract himself. Force, lest you worry too much. But as soon as he stepped into the room, all his consciousness could not help but gather him into the sleeping woman on the bed.

If we say that the last time we faced a large-scale invasion of evil beasts, we can still achieve a proud victory. The biggest hero is undoubtedly Anna. Without her use of flames to block the gap in the city wall, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

However, after she fainted in her arms, she never woke up.

"It's been a week," Roland whispered.

In theory, if a person is in a coma, do not eat or drink for a week, and there is no external direct supply of nutrients (such as injection), the body function will fall into exhaustion, and the brain will gradually die in shock. But Anna didn't have any signs of weakness and illness – at least a lot better than when she first fell. Her cheeks are rosy, her breathing is steady, and her hands can be felt on the forehead. Everything shows that Anna is in a healthy state, just... can't wake up.

"I was also the first time I encountered such a situation," the nightingale standing on the side shook his head. "The magic in her body was consumed in that battle, but now it has become saturated, even more intense than before. If I didn't make a mistake, and midnight is her adult day."

"Do you mean that she will be adult in a coma?"

"No, she will die in a coma," said the nightingale. "The pain of adulthood must be overcome with will. Once the resistance is abandoned, the magic of the anti-phagic will irreversibly destroy the witch's body."

Roland moved a chair and sat down at the bed. "But I remember you said that when the demon is phagocytic, no matter how painful, consciousness will always stay awake, either through this level or choose to end life."

"It is true. Some people in the ambassadors also wanted to use the coma to get through the demon phagosome. It was not an adult day... it was just a torture that must be suffered once a year," the nightingale hesitated and continued. "She relies on alchemy." The drug made me sleepy, but that didn't make sense... When she retorted, she instantly woke up and lost her ability to resist."

"Is this pain not increasing gradually?"

"No, when that moment comes, the pain will come like a thunder, but how long it lasts will vary from person to person. My sister is not strong enough, just..." Her voice went down.

Roland understands what she means. The judgment with unknown time limit is a kind of torture. I don’t know how long I have been persisting. I don’t know how long I have to persist. It’s as easy as a lonely boat drifting in the rough sea. People give up the desire to survive.

In silence, he felt a hand pressed on his shoulder.

"In the years when I was displaced, I have seen too many deaths. The witches are treated like animals, hanged, burned, or tortured by the nobility as a prop for pleasure. The witch who escapes can only survive. Stay away from the crowd and live a life of isolation. I don’t know where the holy mountain is. It’s just beyond their hearts.” The sound of the nightingale is softer than before. “But Anna is different, except for the sisters of the co-helpers. In addition, for the first time, I saw that someone would care so much about the witch. She was taken care of, was valued, and treated as a normal person... His Highness, even if Anna could not survive adulthood, she already found herself. The holy mountain."

But this was not the end he hoped for. Roland closed his eyes and recalled the scene when she met her.

She was naked and bare feet, her clothes were ruined, she was in a cage, but her face was not feared. Her eyes were like a lake that had never been polluted, clear and calm.

She is a flame, but she does not jump off like a flame.

The picture is rotated one by one, such as a lantern.

"I have satisfied your curiosity, adults, can you kill me now?"

"I never used it to hurt others."

"I just want to stay with my Highness, that's all."

"The demon worms can't kill me, I will beat it."

"Are you dreaming? I won't go anywhere."

......

Roland suppressed the raging thoughts and whispered, "I will accompany her to the last moment."

"Me too, and... thank you."

After dinner, Nana Va also came, and she heard that Anna was about to spend her adulthood, and she insisted on staying. Roland had to arrange a room on the second floor to spend the night with the accompanying Tiguin Pine.

In this way, Roland and the two witches sat around the bed like this, waiting quietly for midnight.

For Nightingale and Nana Va, they also have to suffer from the devil's phagocytic body this winter. Fortunately, each person's awakening day is not the same, otherwise the three witches will suffer the test of life and death at the same time, Roland estimates I can't force myself to stay calm in the room.

There is no bell tower in the town, and in the room where the candlelight is twilight, the passage of time becomes blurred. The cold wind blew the window, and from time to time I could hear the whistling sound as the airflow swept through the window. Just as Roland felt a little tired and hit his heart, the nightingale suddenly said: "Begin."

Only she can see that the magic of Anna’s body began to become uneasy. The green flames became more and more intense, the central part was turned from incandescent, and the arrogant magic gathered at the center, like what was pulled, it Struggling, rolling, but to no avail.

Roland couldn't see the changes, but he also noticed something wrong.

The flame at the top of the candle swayed, and there was no wind in the room. The light from the flame is getting darker and darker, as if it is being swallowed by the shadows around it, and then the color of the flame tip changes - the orange-red fire turns into a green flame.

He looked at the woman in the bed, Anna was still asleep, her face did not change at all, as if it had nothing to do with her.

The candlelight was almost completely hidden at this time - not the flame was extinguished, but the green flame was consuming the orange-red part little by little until the light completely disappeared and everyone fell into the darkness.

But soon, the fire re-lighted up. Only this time, the flame on the candlestick turned into pure green. The three people are under a green light, and they have big eyes and narrow eyes. It is a bit difficult to understand what this is.

At this time, Anna’s screams pulled the eyes of the three people back to her.

She slowly opened her eyes.

"Anna..." Roland stopped, she woke up?

The woman blinked and smiled at him, then extended her right hand, spread her hand and handed it to the prince.

A green fire jumped out of the palm and quietly burned.

Somehow, Roland felt that he understood what the other person meant. He hesitated for a moment, slowly inserting his fingers into the flame. The burning sensation was not expected to come, and some were just as soft and warm as the warm water wrapped.