Chapter 1113

White clouds and mist swirled around the Stonehenge. Miss Feilian summoned five flat stones from afar, and the five witches sat down together on one side of the bonfire. The firelight illuminated the silhouettes of the witches, and the five robed demigod witches looked together at Xia De, who had closed his eyes.

Miss Feilian held him and said softly:

"If you are tired now, then fall asleep. May we meet in our dreams."

Hum~~

A gentle melody was hummed from her nose. As Xia De's consciousness gradually sank into a dream, the witches hummed a ballad together with their fair noses. The resonant tune was so familiar, so unforgettable:

"The princess in the castle will not understand; the freedom to walk the world is what we pursue."

The five witches sang softly while looking tenderly at Xia De's profile.

"Meeting a witch at the crossroads overgrown with lavender, where are you going, to pick that handful of herbs."

Miss Feilian sang a solo, her melodious voice making one think of the grasslands in early spring.

Amidst the humming of the other four witches, she kissed Xia De gently, then handed him to Miss Olanode, stood up, took a step back, and vanished, turning into golden points of light.

"Holding up white snow on the mountain peaks, watching the sun in the depths of the desert."

Miss Olanode's voice was like the wind in the forest, gently brushing the treetops. Bidding farewell in her heart, amidst the humming all around, she kissed Xia De gently, then stood up, took a step back, and scattered into golden streamers filling the sky.

"If you can meet us, dear girl~~"

Miss Violet took over Xia De. When she sang softly, she lacked the overbearing and tyrannical appearance of the Witch Empress; her voice was like a beautiful flower in midsummer. Looking at Xia De's face and thinking of their past encounters, the witch wearing a pointed hat embraced him in the firelight and gave him a passionate kiss. She then stood up, bowed, took a step back, and scattered into light filling the sky.

"Please call our names softly, please ask your doubts."

Miss Theresa sang softly while embracing Xia De; her voice was like a clear morning stream flowing through a mountain ravine. She pushed up her glasses with some embarrassment, then kissed Xia De as well. Reluctantly handing him to the next witch, she stood up, lifted her skirt to curtsy, and vanished after taking a step back.

"In the flower cluster where lilies bloom, or, where the sunflowers face west."

Miss Chloe sang the final solo; the voice undoubtedly came from the flowing water of the glacial mountains. Her crimson eyes looked at Xia De, giving him a farewell kiss with the warmth from her memories, then carefully handed Xia De to Iluna before stepping back and vanishing.

"Please wear a beautiful dress, and hold up the purple thyme."

The voices of the five witches came together from high above. Countless golden points of light dissipated from the shroud of white clouds toward the entire island, like golden torches lit above the Stonehenge, and the light points then dissipated from the Pantanal Lake toward the entire swamp.

The light passed over the earth; the burning wildfires were extinguished by snowflakes, the cracks in the earth closed up amidst the tremors, the corpses of the strange beasts that had fallen were swallowed by the swamp, and the remaining evil power was swept away.

Although it was still deep winter and spring had not yet arrived, the earth was revitalized. In the coming spring, the Pantanal Great Swamp would once again be a place of blooming flowers.

The people who had toiled all night in the swamp watched the flowing light fly past from under their feet, from above their heads, and under the starry sky, feeling their pain and suffering fade away. The black clouds dissipated completely, and starlight shone upon the earth in the firelight. Time would smooth over everything, just like the stories from the Ancient Era to the present day.

"The people who love you and the people you love are all here, in this hall filled with sunshine."

In the Pantanal Lake illuminated by the firelight, a beautiful woman's head emerged from the water, gazing at the lighthouse illuminated by golden light points in the distance, humming the last line of the lyrics softly. At the end of the song, the massive body composed of countless clean, fair human arms and legs emerged from the lake one by one. After slapping the water, it re-entered the depths, leaving only a huge, strange shadow lingering at the bottom of the water.

In the Stonehenge, following the departure of the witches, the white clouds and mist maintained their swirling state. Only Xia De and Iluna remained by the bonfire in the center of the Stonehenge. Iluna pursed her lips, looking at Xia De sleeping in her arms, looking at his lips, and thinking of what the five ladies had just done. She bit her lip gently, looked around uneasily, and after confirming once more that there was only herself and Xia De here, she lowered her head with a slightly flushed face:

"Xia De, thank you for everything you did."

The warm lips were about to touch. Iluna, feeling as if her face were about to explode, closed her eyes. But just at this moment, a crisp bird call came. She raised her head with a dazed expression, and then saw Sister Daelin actually walking out from the bonfire in the center of the Stonehenge:

"The church must not see Xia De's face. He said that under the lighthouse there is 【Empty..."

The nun's hands were clasped together, resting naturally above her lower abdomen. She had her back to the bonfire, but a small portion of her silver blindfold could still be illuminated by the firelight. The sentence spoken in a calm tone was abruptly interrupted.

Iluna looked at Sister Daelin with stiff limbs, wishing at this moment that she had sacrificed herself in the great battle just now:

"I..."

"I am blind."

The nun acknowledged her own physical defect, but this instead made Iluna's face turn even redder. She stammered, wanting to explain, but could not come up with a suitable excuse.

Fortunately, Sister Daelin was very understanding:

"I need to take Xia De away immediately, otherwise the church will really know who the God-Awakener is."

"Oh, okay, okay!"

Iluna hurriedly handed Xia De to the nun, then stuffed the relics and weapons returned by the witches into Xia De's pockets, and let the nun carry the 【Night Watcher】. After thinking about it, she took off the 【Plague Doctor Ring】 that Xia De had lent out:

"Sister, you take Xia De back. Leave the rest of the matters here to me."

The seventeen-year-old girl looked down at Xia De, while the surrounding clouds and mist grew thinner, revealing the blurred shadows of the starry sky. But this long night had not yet ended:

"Sister, do you think being a Chosen One is truly meaningful? Even without us, Xia De could accomplish any task."

This was a worry unique to a young girl. Under the nun's silver mask, a rare, gentle smile appeared:

"If you were not accompanying him on his journey, Xia De's path would be too lonely."

Iluna nodded immediately. The previous awkwardness vanished for the moment, and her tone became much lighter:

"Now is not the time to be saying things like that; I really am a fool. Sister, please take Xia De home..."

Thinking that she had already been seen anyway, she boldly kissed Xia De on the lips. Iluna Amelia Beiya covered her mouth with her blushing face, unable to believe she had actually done it:

"Xia De, have a good dream!"

"His 'other self' should still maintain the ability to perceive."

Sister Daelin gave a reminder. Iluna turned around, covering her face, and was about to walk away:

"You guys go quickly. This incident is truly incredible; five witches from the Fifth Era appearing at the same time is big news. I know what to tell the church regarding what I witnessed here just now."

She rushed out of the white mist, even forgetting to take her skeletal horse, which had also worked hard all night.

The nun "watched" her leave the Stonehenge, then looked at the profile of the sleeping Xia De:

"Have a good dream."

She turned and walked toward the lighthouse on the high ground with Xia De. As the Stonehenge surrounded by clouds and mist became clear again, the firelight here remained. However, the thirteen giant stone pillars had somehow turned into thick, wooden tree trunks. Although they only had withered branches, their vitality was extremely vigorous.

The tree rings recorded ancient legends, and the wood grain was carved with runes of the past. Many, many years later, perhaps this place would turn into a new forest. And the story that happened here tonight should have turned into a myth passed down through generations by then.

(Little Mia is running...)

Early Thursday morning, it should have been time for sleep, but the lights were still on on the second floor of No. 6 St. Deran Square in Tobesk City.

The decisive battle at Pantanal Lake was tonight. Luvia and Tifa, who had not left, were not planning to rest, but were waiting for news here. The two girls sat on the sofa, chatting about what had happened since Margaret Anjou visited the city, guessing what might be happening now in the center of the great swamp thousands of miles away.

Of course, they could both hear the bell toll from just now, and Luvia even concluded that it must be related to the events in the swamp. Although she didn't say it out loud, Tifa could see how worried she was.

The other two maids brought by Tifa were boiling water in the kitchen, preparing fresh tea and breakfast for a few hours later. They were both Miss Galina's personal maids, which meant they were core followers. As Ring Warlocks, sleeping a few hours less was no obstacle.

Little Mia was lying in front of the roaring fireplace, the entire cat curled into the shape of a cat-ball. The leaping firelight illuminated the fur of the sleeping cat, and the bright yellow markings seemed to flicker with golden light. Its two little paws were cushioning its little head, its whiskers and ears were drooping slightly, and its tail was tucked into the embrace of a patch of snow-white fur.

Its breathing was light and slow, but because Xia De was not there, it had not fallen into the deepest, most relaxed sleep. Suddenly, its cat ears twitched, and Little Mia opened its amber eyes to look at the firelight:

"Meow?"

The cat quickly stood up, looked toward the doorway on the second floor, and then trotted toward the stairs.

Luvia and Tifa naturally saw the cat's movements, and the two followed. When they reached the corner of the first floor, they heard sounds from the basement. When they arrived at the foyer on the first floor, they happened to see Sister Daelin supporting Xia De as they walked up from the basement entrance behind the stairs. Little Mia was happily following along, very glad that Xia De had not "stayed out all night" tonight.

"Oh, Xia De! My God, what happened?"

Luvia hurriedly and frantically took Xia De over, and Sister Daelin explained softly:

"He forcibly used the Language of Sublimation, but his physical fitness is extremely strong, and his soul strength is also very high, so he is just unconscious from overexertion. I cannot be certain if there are other injuries, but before returning, I used fire to baptize him, at least to ensure there were no curses."

Luvia let Xia De's right arm drape over her shoulder and neck, while Tifa carefully supported his left arm. The two girls helped Xia De walk upstairs. Mia followed them anxiously, jumping onto the stairs, while Sister Daelin walked quietly at the end.

The light at the top of the stairs illuminated the backs of the three people and one cat as they went upstairs. Although the events of this night would surely cause even greater waves in the already noisy material world, and would surely make the poems of the Chosen Ones even more magnificent, at least for Xia De—

The long night had finally come to an end.