"Your Highness?"
The strange title sounded like something that could only be heard in ancient stories.
She tried her best to turn her eyes and look to the side. She saw a gray-haired man enter her field of vision, and there were a few women standing beside him.
"How do you feel?" he asked in a low voice.
"…" She did not answer, but asked, "Where am I?"
"Border Town, west of the Kingdom of Graycastle."
Great, things were developing in the direction that she did not want to see the most. Unknown place, unknown time, unknown people. She wanted to turn over and get out of bed, but found that she could not muster any strength.
"I am the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Lord of Border Town, Roland Wimbledon," he said again. "These are members of the Witch Union. Do you remember anything?"
"Witch Union?" She frowned. "They are witches?" Although she did not know what kind of new organization it was, at least they were of the same kind. But why did they look like subordinates of this man?
"Wait, prince?"
She recalled for a while and could not help but be stunned. "Isn't this the name of the secular regime during the first Battle of Divine Will more than 400 years ago? Did I return to the time before the war? Did God give me a second chance and let me prepare in advance to save the Holy City and its people?
"No, calm down," she told herself. "This kind of unreasonable thing only happens in fictional taverns." "Right, what did I encounter in the end?" In the basement of the laboratory building, a group of Mad Demons rushed in. She released all her magic power to build the strongest ice barrier. The Stone of Echo kept sending out distress signals, waiting for the day when they returned to the Fertile Plains and found her again.
"Did you save me?" Yes, now that she had escaped from the ice barrier, the only possibility was that the army of witches had returned! "Have the demons retreated? Have we won? What about the Holy City of Taquila? "
After blurting out this series of questions, she saw the faces of the witches change. They looked at each other with joy and excitement. A mature-looking witch with long reddish-brown hair could not help but ask, "We did find you in the basement of a stone tower. Are you really from 450 years ago?"
The person who asked the question reminded her of the Blessed Warrior who turned the tide. That person's hair was the same, like a flame that illuminated one's heart. Compared to the grey-haired man, she was more willing to answer the witch's question. Although she usually didn't care about her status, being stared at by a lowly person always made her feel offended.
If it was someone else, this man would most likely be severely punished.
"My name is Agatha, a witch of the Taquila Quest Society." She paused, "What do you mean by four hundred and fifty years ago? Have you been fighting with the demons for more than four hundred years? This is impossible. "
"You've slept for too long. Things might be a little different from what you think."The man who called himself Roland said, "If you feel that your body is fine, we can slowly tell you."
"Speak."
Agatha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Although this prince behaved very rudely, she did not have the time to care about this.
As he began to explain the history of Graycastle and the evolution of the continent's Four Kingdoms, she felt cold sweat gradually appear on her back. In his narration, Agatha quickly found a few corresponding signs, such as the Concealing Forest and the Impassable Mountain Range. However, when she put these signs into her memory, the conclusion she came up with shocked her.
If the names of the places matched, the so-called Four Kingdoms were nothing more than the former Barbarian Land, a narrow strip between the mountains and the sea. In their eyes, it was a barren land with no development value. And the Barbarian Land he mentioned turned out to be the Fertile Plains that she was familiar with. As for the Holy City of Taquila, it had long become an unknown area. With the passage of time, it was buried in the depths of the Fertile Plains.
How ridiculous was this?
However, the more ridiculous thing was yet to come.
Buried together with Taquila was the status of witches. According to him, witches had unexpectedly become the target of everyone's humiliation. In the Four Kingdoms, the political power was firmly controlled by ordinary people. They called themselves kings and nobles, which was completely the same old thing from before the first Battle of Divine Will.
However, it was this group of old antiques that had become the rulers who stepped on the witches' heads.
How could this be possible?
"Presumptuous!" She could not help but interrupt, "Witches were actually hunted by ordinary people? Who would have the courage to do so? "
In anger, Agatha forced herself to stretch out her hand, wanting to teach this man a lesson for talking nonsense. However, she did not expect that her magic power could not turn into frost and gush out as usual.
At this time, she felt that there was a metal ring on her ankle. She lifted the quilt and saw that the stone embedded in it was a God's Stone of Retaliation.
"Are you crazy!?" She looked at the group of witches in disbelief, "You actually helped an ordinary person to deal with a High Awakened, and you violated the Union's prohibition by using God's Stone of Retaliation without authorization!"
Only the Union's law enforcement team was allowed to use God's Stones. In addition, anyone who carried, sold, modified, or destroyed God's Stones would be severely punished, or even sentenced to death.
The prince sighed, "This is what I'm worried about."
"Don't worry, I'll talk to her." The red-haired witch sat on the bed and covered her with the quilt again. "My name is Vendy. Things are not what you think, and what he said is the truth. I don't know what the Holy City you lived in four hundred and fifty years ago was like, but today, Taquila no longer exists, and the Union you mentioned has never been heard of. We have been living in hiding until we met His Highness Roland."
"He gave us a stable place to live and encouraged us to use our abilities. At the same time, we studied how to better use our abilities to change the world. Here, we can live freely like ordinary people. We don't need to hide, and we don't need to worry about being hunted down and killed by the church or the people. You know, nowadays, God's Stones of Retaliation are everywhere. After a witch loses her ability, she is not much stronger than an ordinary person. "
After listening to Vendy's story, Agatha was completely silent.
The Union was a huge organization led by several witch kingdoms. It had many High Witches and Extraordinaries. In order to win the Battle of Divine Will and unite their power, the Union formed an extremely large army. They also controlled every Holy City and were responsible for training and dispatching witches, dealing with disputes, and maintaining the stability and order of the city. Only they had the power to arrest and put a witch on trial. However, such a powerful organization, no one had heard of their reputation.
What about the fugitives who wanted to restore order? Where were they now?