Chapter 715 (1/2)
Chapter 715: The Feelings of Combat Witches
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
The sky was overcast as if covered with a thick layer of curtain. Numerous tiny white dots drifted down along with the wind as if they had wanted to fill the entire world. Yet the blizzard appeared insignificant before the great sea embracing the sky.
The Charming Beauty gradually approached Shallow Beach in the heavy snow and wind.
Roland had waited here for a long time. Standing in the chilling sea wind, he opened his arms to Tilly who stepped on the pier and said, “Welcome back, sister.”
She took off her hood to reveal her soft gray hair, smiled and gently embraced him. Everything seemed so natural. She said, “The Months of Demons seem to have arrived earlier than I expected. I hope I’m not too late.”
As their conversation continued, the pier became more bustling instantly.
“Your Majesty, there will be a welcome dinner at night, right? Can you arrange a hotpot again?” Andrea approached him to ask, her voice full of expectations.
“Ahem, mind your manners,” Ashes reminded her.
Maybe she got to know him better, or she was influenced by Nightingale, her elegant noble demeanor seemed to escape her little by little. Of course, her beauty was so impressive that she still appeared graceful and pretty even when she was eagerly asking what to eat in the evening.
“Of course,” said Roland, nodding. “In fact, winter is the best season for hotpots.”
“That’s what I’m thinking too,” said Andrea, her eyes sparkling, “you’re indeed a royal noble and indeed the man Nightingale is interested in… ” Before she finished her words, her mouth had been firmly covered by a pair of invisible hands.
Ashes put her hand on her forehead and turned around as if she had seen nothing. Instead, she started to talk to Wendy.
Tilly seemed a bit surprised. She glanced at Roland and then looked at the where Nightingale stood thoughtfully.
Roland also blushed. Before Tilly started to ask, he coughed and said, “It’s windy here. Let’s go back to the castle and have a talk then.”
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Along with Tilly, the witches coming to Neverwinter were the card-playing three, Iffy, Softfeathers, and Nightfall, the former members of Bloodfang Association. It was not the first time they came to the Western Region, so it saved Roland time to arrange their accommodations. After they put away the luggage, Roland summoned everyone to the living room and then told them what had recently happened in the Kingdom of Dawn.
As their partner, he believed that he should share information with the Sleeping Island witches and let them know the Taquila survivors as soon as possible.
In the end, all the witches could not help laughing. Ashes even asked him bluntly, “So you are the witch that Taquila witches are looking for… The Chosen One?”
“Or the first wizard in history,” Tilly said jokingly. “My brother is always so different.”
“I don’t have any magic power, so you can save the title of witch or wizard,” Roland said, shrugging, “The Chosen One is just what the Taquila witches refer to. We won’t know what the Instrument of Divine Retribution is until we have further communication with them. Before that, I plan to hold an artillery exercise outside the city wall of the Western Region so as to help them regain their confidence.”
“At the same time, it’s also a kind of deterrence, right?” Ashes, though not as reckless as she appeared at first, still spoke straightforwardly, “just like the defensive battle of demonic beasts you had shown to us.”
“I just don’t want to have any misunderstanding between each other,” Roland replied, without saying yes or no. “And the exercise is not just for the Taquila witches. It’s also open to the public so that Neverwinter subjects can see the power they have. Then they’ll be full of courage even when facing demons.”