Chapter 539 (1/2)

Chapter 539: The Melting Ice

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

Agatha had a busy day. By the time she returned to the castle, the sky had turned completely dark.

Pushing the door open, she was surprised to find Wendy waiting for her in the living room.

“Why did you work till so late again?” Wendy asked, frowning, but in her tone, there was not the slightest meaning of blame. Only a little bit of concern. “I hope you can come back earlier next time so that we can at least have dinner together.”

“Sorry, I lost track of time,” Agatha said as she took off her coat and hung it by the door. “My mind was all on producing the last batch of nitrogen, so I didn’t notice the sky already turned dark when I left work. You should blame the Lord, turning on the lights in the chemical plant, making it as bright as daytime.”

“I brought you dinner,” said Wendy as she sighed helplessly. “It’s on the table. It’s still hot. So, hurry.”

“Thank you,” Agatha said, feeling touched. “Wendy is the most respected witch in the Witch Cooperation Association and is deeply trusted by the Lord. If she were in Taquila, she would have been at least an executive officer under the Three Chiefs. It’s absolutely impossible in the Union for such a person to bring me dinner.”

“You’re welcome.” Wendy patted her on the shoulder. “If you feel tired, don’t hesitate to ask Echo to sing a hot spring song for you… Don’t forget you’re also a member of the Witch Union.”

The Witch Union…

After the door was closed, Agatha kept still for a moment, and then went to the table and opened the metal insulated box.

The box contained three dishes and one soup: a fragrant barbecue steak, fried mushrooms, sliced bread, and egg soup. To her surprise, in a corner of the box was stuffed a small dish of honey.

She could not help but swallow her saliva.

Even Wendy noticed that…

During their decades of fighting against the demons in Taquila, all kinds of materials became more and more scarce. Naturally, that included food. Although Agatha was a relatively high rank, her daily meals consisted mainly of grains and fruits planted by assistant witches. Of course, she could eat meat, but its supply was not very stable. Things like spices, sugar, and honey were out of the question—the first two were a luxury exclusive to the high-level Federation officials; as for honey, witches who were able to keep bees were all sent to the battlefield. This was because the Federation would not “waste” them on producing such unessential sweet stuff.

In fact, she was very fond of eating sweet stuff, especially honey.

During the barbecue feast, when most people would choose pepper powder and salt as a seasoning, she just quietly brushed a whole jar of honey. She did not expect that Wendy had noticed that.

She suddenly felt something strange happening in her heart—because she could not feel coldness, she was not very sensitive to warmth either. Also, she had rarely used hot water while bathing because she did not want to bother Anna. Considering her own identity and origin, Agatha asked Roland to arrange a separate room for herself, just as her residence on the top floor of the test tower.

But now, she felt a little cold in the room.

Perhaps living with others was not a bad idea…

Agatha took out the honey, evenly smeared it on the bread, and slowly put it into her mouth. At that moment, she genuinely felt the warmth brought on by the fragrance and sweetness of the food.

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