Chapter 415 (1/2)

Chapter 415: The Fight

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

Nightingale’s years of fighting experience kicked into gear, and her body immediately responded before she could even think.

She leaned back instinctively, and the silver light grazed her cheek. Even in the Mist, she could feel the immense power of the light—extraordinarily scorching and intense. After dodging the sudden attack, Nightingale tucked into a roll and distanced herself from her opponent.

“What… what’s happening, Lady Saint?” Rosad asked frantically.

“It seems like a rat has snuck in.” The witch licked her lips. “Find somewhere to hide and protect yourself.”

“You mean… there’s a witch here?!” The priest’s expression suddenly changed. “I’ll summon the Judgement Warriors!”

“No need. I haven’t hunted a witch for a long time. How could I let someone else have this priceless opportunity? Just stand by and watch me.”

Nightingale was observing the so-called Saint during the conversation. Although she knew that the church was probably secretly raising their own witches, it still broke her heart to see the proof of this theory. This witch had entirely owned by the church, she may even have a high rank, and it sounded like she enjoyed hunting witches and did not see herself as one of them.

Nightingale could not help but remember the determined eyes of the witch who attacked them at the harbor outside the King’s City and stabbed Wendy.

These people were no longer witches since they had chosen a completely different path.

With this thought in her mind, Nightingale did not hesitate to pull out her revolver—although she hated this kind of battle, she had no choice but to kill to stop the killing.

“Where do you come from?” The Saint tilted her head and stared towards where Nightingale was standing. “If the priest can’t see you, you have the power to conceal yourself; if you can dodge my attacks, you have been trained for battle or you have fought in many wars. Either way, it’s quite rare for wild witches like you.”

“Wherever I come from is none of your business,” Nightingale said coldly. She noticed the ribbon that blindfolded the opponent, and it was what a blind person would do. The “silver whip” in the Saint’s hand was still curled by her side with its tip raised like a snake, waving at her.

Only magic power displayed color in the Mist. Was she using this strange whip to locate her?

“Maybe you are not aware, but the church has crowned a new Pope who is compassionate, forgiving, and believes that even wild witches deserve to be saved. As long as you are willing to serve the Lord, the church can cleanse your sins off and accept you as a Pure Witch,” the Saint said with her hand on her chest. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. If you didn’t come alone and are accompanied by other fallen witches, you can all go to the Holy City of Hermes together to seek your rebirth.”

“Wow, that sounds great.” Nightingale chuckled. “But if awakening as a witch is a sin, and you had a way of cleansing it, why would you establish this law now instead of helping all my lost sisters from the beginning? Do you think I’m a toddler who has never heard a blatant lie before?”

She inhaled deeply and narrated. “I have not sinned!”

As she said this, Nightingale broke out of the Mist and pulled the trigger, and the barrel erupted in flames with a thunderous roar.