Chapter 540 (2/2)

“But you were…”

“Ahem, Your Majesty, I feel very sleepy.” She forced a yawn. “Please excuse me now.” Then she immediately left the office.

While she walked through the corridor leading to the Witch House, Agatha could feel the cool breeze gently blowing on her face, which gradually cooled her mood.

Looking at the numerous stars in the sky, she suddenly remembered what Wendy said.

“One day, he’ll become the King of Graycastle and lead us to defeat all our enemies. This is what I believe.”

When looking at Wendy’s convinced expression, Agatha felt both envious and slightly sad. She envied that Wendy had not been overwhelmed by the brutal reality, and she was sad to the fact that Wendy’s conviction could not reverse the strength gap between humans and demons.

But now, she began to believe it too.

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Iffy did not remember how she got back to the bedroom.

Her mind was full of the memories of guns and cannons firing and roaring—hundreds of soldiers, neatly arranged in rows, aimed at the targets in front of them and pulled the trigger. She could see nothing but thick white smoke, and even if she could feel the bullets with her magic power, she did not have enough time to trap them with her cage.

“His Majesty didn’t lie. The metal bullets are much more powerful than the special bullets Maggie used when she fought with me. The metal bullets can destroy wooden targets 100 steps away, while in that distance, all the witches can do was to wait to be beaten.

As for another weapon called cannon is even more terrible. Its attack range is several times of the guns, and one even needs a telescope to observe its shooting results. Moreover, the head of the guards said that’s only the old-fashioned field artillery, and a weapon called 152 mm Longsong Cannon is the real trump card of the artillery troop.”

Various sounds of explosion echoed in her head, which led to one thought.

“Heidi Morgan lied to us.”

Iffy murmured.

“Maybe Heidi Morgan doesn’t even know such a power is possible.” Softfeathers looked complex. Apparently, she was also shocked by the army training scenes she saw in the afternoon, “What should we do next?”

Iffy did not answer. “No matter what purposes Heidi had previously held, at the moment, it means nothing because the Bloodfang Association simply can’t afford what His Majesty wants—Tilly Wimbledon’s assistant witches are more useful than the combat witches of the Bloodfang Association.”

Looking back at the past few years, she found her abilities and growth experience which she was once proud of now looked more like a joke. Except for Annie, there was nothing else worthy of cherishing in her memory.

After quite a while, she raised her head. “I don’t want to go back to the Bloodfang Association.”

“…” Softfeathers nodded with an almost unperceivable movement. “Me neither.” And she was shocked. “Are you crying?”

Iffy then tasted something salty flowing into her mouth. Wiping her face, something wet reached her fingertips.

“I don’t know.”

It had been a long time since she tasted tears.

Beasts never cry.

Even if they do, they don’t do it for themselves.

If only Annie and I had run into the Witch Union from the very beginning.

Closing her eyes, Iffy felt the salty rain trickling out from her heart.

Annie, forgive me.