Chapter 828 (1/2)
Chapter 828: Nightingale’s Secret Plan
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Roland was too overwhelmed by the swell of emotions to develop an immediate response. He wanted to reproach her for risking her own life, but his words, which were about to come out, finally yielded to a look of resignation when he saw Nightingale’s beaming smile.
In the end, he patted her on the back and said, “Be more careful next time.”
Nightingale nodded and then shook her head. She whispered to him in a voice that nobody but he could hear, “Unlike Anna, I can’t convert those drawings to physical entities… This is the only thing that I can do for you.” She then paused for a moment and went on, “But please don’t worry. My top priority is to protect you… and stand by your side. I won’t recklessly put myself in a dangerous situation.”
Nightingale flushed at her own bluntness. Although her voice kind of trailed off in the middle, Roland still clearly heard the word “you”.
The act had probably consumed all Nightingale’s valor. With these words, she disengaged herself and vanished in the Mist.
It was hard to imagine that the girl, who had to obviously muster all her courage to proclaim her feeling, would actually challenge a fearsome monster to a duel in the ruin, with nothing but a flintlock and some explosives in her hand.
Roland was deeply moved.
“Please let me continue to protect you in the future.”
Hearing Nightingale’s calming voice from behind, Roland somehow felt a sense of security which he had not experienced for a long time.
Next, as a common practice, he gave all the other witches a welcoming hug.
Nonetheless, Roland was a little discomforted by the look of the Taquila survivors.
Unlike the laughing and cheering union members, the Taquila witches, following their leaders, landed in an orderly manner, each with a black box on the shoulder. When they passed Roland, however, they stared at Roland, eyes fastened onto him, full of ardent desires and a feverish aspiration that made Roland shudder uncontrollably.
Roland knew very well the reason behind their lusty gazes. Apparently, Pasha and some of the other witches had informed the God’s Punishment Witches at the snow mountain of the Dream World. Apart from exploring, the purpose of their expedition was to transport the soul device to the Great Snow Mountain and transfer their souls to the devouring worms.
Roland did not mind wild gazes from women, but the problem was that most of the God’s Punishment Witches had a male appearance. Roland understood that due to the limitation in the choices of shells, they were forced to pick male God’s Punishment Warriors. However, for Roland, it was a very unnerving feeling to be stared by a person of the same sex.
Even though he knew the souls beneath these shells were female, he could not help feeling a little queasy under the scrutiny of a group of big, strong “male” warriors. It was even worse when the stares were overflowed with some ineffable eagerness.
After the greetings, Roland returned to the castle and found Nightingale had reappeared at his desk, her slender legs dangling in the air.
“So it’s true… that those shells can enter the Dream World?”
It seemed some union witches had also learned the news.