Chapter 709 (1/2)

Chapter 709: A Different Key

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

One night passed quickly, and Phyllis stayed up for almost the entire night.

She shut herself up in the room and silently waited for the result. Calm as she appeared, she made countless conjectures about the reasons for the disappearance of the Chosen One; she even suspected that Roland secretly imprisoned the witch as a plaything and concealed the truth from the Witch Union.

When Wendy and Agatha came to the Foreign Affairs Building the next morning, Phyllis showed a rare tiredness—mental consumption was overwhelming for the soul and she knew that her control of the body was declining. Even her hands and feet had lost their usual flexibility.

However, she knew that she would not be able to close her eyes anyway until she heard the result.

Through cutting off consciousness, she could temporarily get rid of the shackles of the body, but her soul would still remain awake. Unless her soul could be transferred to the magic container, otherwise hiding within the consciousness would just be a way of deceiving herself. Phyllis even faintly missed the “long sleep” now. “The result is…”

“We found the beams of light that you mentioned.”

She did not expect the first words of Agatha to crush the burden in her heart. Phyllis blinked her eyes and whispered again for fear of missing the words, “like a light wall?”

“That’s right, like a light wall. It does exist in the castle,” Wendy said. “But we can’t be sure whether he’s the Chosen One you said.”

In other words, she was not mistaken.

They found the owner of the orange light!

“No… it can’t be wrong,” said Phyllis, hearing a voice in her heart cheer. “Praise the deities! Praise the Holy City of Taquila!” “If she can emit such a beam of light, then she must be the Chosen One we’re looking for! Is she a Senior Witch? What’s her name?”

Instead of answering her, Wendy gave her an odd expression—it seemed that she was withholding her laughter and also feeling sorry for her.

“Well, this… I’m afraid that I’ll have to disappoint you.” Wendy covered her mouth and gently coughed.

“Could something be wrong with the Five-Colors Stone?” Agatha returned the ring to her and said, “I think you’d better contact Pasha quickly.”

Something was wrong? What on earth happened?

“Hold on…” Phyllis suddenly felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

What did Wendy say before?

[“But we can’t be sure whether he’s the Chosen One you said.”]

He?

Phyllis could not believe what she had heard and gasped. “Is that orange light…”

“It’s from His Majesty Roland Wimbledon,” Agatha said with a shrug. “Besides me, Nightingale, Anna, Wendy… all the witches living on the second floor of the castle saw it. I also tested him with the Stone of Measuring and he had no magic power as usual.”

“The weapon you mentioned to defeat the demons… must its manipulator be a witch?” Wendy finally could not resist chuckling. “It would sound good if His Majesty could become a hero who defeats the demons.”

Phyllis’s heart suddenly sank. “Although the instrument of Divine retribution doesn’t require much magic power of the Chosen One, it doesn’t mean that it can be activated without magic power. After all, it’s a type of magic core, and the total amount of magic power of its manipulator determines how many times it can be used.”

It’s impossible… maybe something is wrong.