Chapter 640 (1/2)
Chapter 640: Dream World Hypotheses
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Isabella slightly lowered her head, waiting for her sentence in silence.
Roland sounded calm. “You should thank your own ability, not because it’s unique, but because it can’t kill anyone. No matter how felonious an act you’re involved in, such as assisting Zero in attacking me, you’re just an accessory offender. I can spare your life, but you still have to atone for your sin, like the others who violate the law.”
Roland’s words somehow took a weight off her mind. She was not afraid of death, but not fond of it, either.
“As long as you can defeat demons, I’m willing to do everything for you.”
Roland said slowly, “demons are enemies of the mankind. I’ll certainly fight against them till death, but my way is different from that of the church. I won’t try to win the Battle of Divine Will at the cost of destroying human beings’ potential. Given that, you’ve got to change some of your habits. From now on, you’re no longer a Pure Witch of the church. Instead, you’re an atoning witch.”
Zero, you were wrong. He knew about demons and the Union a long time ago and is even ready to fight the Battle of Divine Will. Indeed, he was a common man whose life and belief would come to the end after decades, but now, he gets your limitless lifespan. Given that, he must be the chosen one of the deities.
At this thought, Isabella knelt down with her shackles. She lowered her head, letting all her long hair spread over the floor, and said, “yes, my lord.”
When she stood up again, Roland opened his mouth and said, “here’s not the Holy City of Hermes, and you’re not a servant to me. You’re just an atoning person, but I won’t send you to the mines to do hard labor for twenty years. All you have to do is to cooperate with Agatha in her research on the magic power.
Isabella was startled, wondering, “that’s all I have to do for him?”
Roland continued to say, “your atoning period is five years. I’ll ask Wendy to arrange a new place for you to live and during this period of time, you don’t have to wear any shackles, but you only have limited freedom. That’s to say, besides your living place and Agatha’s Spellcaster Tower, if you want to go anywhere else, you’ll have to act under the Witch Union’s surveillance.”
“Yes, I see.”
“By the way, are you sure that there are no other witches in the Holy City?” asked Roland.
She had answered this question for many times since she had become a prisoner. She thought for a moment and still shook her head, saying, “for this decisive battle, Zero converted all the useless new witches into God’s Punishment Warriors and took all the other witches to the battlefield. There’re still many girls in cloisters, but awakenings of new witches seldom happen before Months of Demons. Vanilla, Margie and me are probably the only three remaining Pure Witches of the church.”
Having heard what she said, Roland said nothing. He turned around and walked toward the door. The blonde witch came up and unlock her shackles.
Seeing herself get free hands again, Isabella could hardly believe what had happened. Is this my sentence? No jail time, no humiliation and no torture. Is he serious?
She suddenly spoke out, “Your Majesty, what about Vanilla and Margie…”
Roland looked back at her and said, “they’re better than you. They were just influenced by the distorted ideas of the cloisters’ education, far from being crazy. If they can give up those thoughts, they may even join the Witch Union.”
Roland and the two witches left. The cell door creaked shut.
“So that’s it,” Isabella felt completely relieved. She lay on her plank bed in the sunshine coming through the window. Despite the glaring light, she squinted up at the blue sky behind the steel bars.
“What a lovely day,” she thought.
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Back in the office, Nightingale expressed her discontent, saying, “her punishment is too light. She almost killed you.”