Chapter 705 (1/2)

Chapter 705: The Hand

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

“You can come out now.” Agatha looked at the empty corner of the room.

After she spoke, there was a faint shadow on the wall. Nightingale then came out of nowhere and blocked the dim candlelight.

“When did you discover me?” She sounded a bit surprised.

“When I took the ring from No. 76,” Agatha said as she shrugged her shoulders and raised the jug, “would you like a cup?”

“If it’s your treat.” Nightingale sat down opposite the Ice Witch and said, “Can that magic stone sense magic power?”

“It’s not magic power but an orange light beam, or perhaps I should say… the ‘key’.” She took out an empty cup, filled it readily and pushed it to Nightingale. “Your beam lit up half a room. It was hard not to notice it.”

“Did she notice that too?”

“Most likely,” Agatha nodded. “She didn’t mind revealing her identity in front of her own kind.”

“She and I aren’t the same, just like Pure Witch and I aren’t the same,” said Nightingale, “did you believe what she said?”

“Yes, I did.”

“But you didn’t take her ring.”

“Because I really want to help her and get her on the right path.” Agatha also poured herself a glass of ale and then drank it all—the quality of the drink was rather poor, a far cry from Evelyn’s fruity liquor and the strange-tasting Chaos Drinks. In spite of this, the sour bitterness still could not suppress her pleasure.

Agatha was elated.

At the very moment when No. 76 revealed her identity, the recurring sense of loneliness disappeared from her heart. It turned out that she was not the last survivor of Taquila, and there were other witches like her from the Union who had come to this era after crossing a time span of more than 400 years.

Although most of the Witch Union members were very friendly, and Wendy was very affectionate toward her, Agatha constantly felt lost—she knew there was a gap between her and the other witches caused by the accumulation of centuries, which could not be erased in a short time. She could not confide to the witches in this new era, so she tried to numb herself by burying herself in work.

The only exception was Roland Wimbledon. She felt a sense of comfort when she was alone with this weird common person. At first, she found it hard to understand. She realized later on that Roland had the same kind of undefinable estrangement as if he were out of touch with this world—the only difference was Roland hid it much better than her, and hardly anyone noticed it.

Finally, she was no longer alone.

It was for this reason that Agatha hoped No. 76 would make a request to visit Roland Wimbledon in her official identity as a Taquila witch.

She looked forward to the both of them standing side by side in the Battle of Divine Will.

She was already in love with the life here at Neverwinter, and naturally, she hoped that her own kind would feel the same way about this place.

Furthermore, Agatha had a small hidden desire.

She wanted to prove to the witches that what she had said was wise and correct—co-operation between the common people and witches was the best way to fight the demons.

“This was why you neglected her deliberately?” Nightingale looked perplexed, as this was the first time she saw Agatha’s real thoughts.

“No. 76 will understand after she’s been here for some time.” Agatha curled her lips. “Wasn’t I the same?”

This batch of survivors did not think of liking the church… They did not agree with the plan of the God’s Punishment Army and were reluctant to use the witches as sacrificial materials. They even split up with Lady Alice over this. This was one reason why she decided to help them.

Afterwards, Nightingale was silent for a long time. Only when the rocking candle was burnt to its bottom, did she gradually disappear and return to the darkness. “I hope she will make the right choice.”

“She will,” Agatha smiled and said, “I believe that.”

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No. 76 went back along the same path to the Foreign Affairs Building, where she bumped into Anna and the others, who had finished visiting the beverage plant.

“I woke up and felt much better,” she said voluntarily before anyone had the chance to ask. “It was a bit stuffy in the room, so I took a walk in the yard.”