It felt so good to be close to the witch!

She was cheerful and generous, completely different from the taciturn and cold-blooded nature of ordinary wandering witches. Like a ray of sunshine, she pierced Cecil's dark and cold inner world, bringing something precious called "hope".

Even at the end of Cecil's memory fragments, when she broke with her mentor and left Witch Island, she instinctively glanced at the mysterious witch who was rowing away in a small boat.

A century has passed in the blink of an eye, and the world has changed. Everything has changed, yet everything seems to remain the same.

Because that thread that connects us all, called "longing," transcends time and space.

"Seshir!"

When the second call rang out, the white-haired woman's voice was no longer hesitant. She stared blankly at the crudely made dark blue doll, and seeing her slightly comical expression, tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

A century of entanglement, a century of longing, erupted completely at this moment!

She cautiously reached out, wanting to touch the dark blue doll in Roy's pocket, but stopped when her fingertips were less than a centimeter away from the doll.

She is afraid.

I'm afraid that everything in front of me is just an illusion, afraid that if I touch it, everything in front of me will shatter and return to reality.

"teacher?"

Latti's worried voice came from the side, causing the white-haired woman to tremble slightly, and her eyes gradually regained their clarity.

"I...I'm sorry..."

Raising her head, the white-haired woman met Roy's complex and indescribable gaze. She remained silent for a few seconds until she was certain that everything before her was the real world. Then she sighed, "Freya's child, so alike. Roy... You, come with me first."

The white-haired woman merely glanced at the border duke with a cold expression and then ignored him. The duke, however, was not dissatisfied with this. After all, it was his fault that Mayina had been captured by the temple, so it was understandable that he did not give her a friendly look.

Led by the white-haired woman, the group entered the wooden house.

Once inside, you'll discover a hidden gem.

The wooden house is just the surface; its true essence lies in a vast and magical otherworldly space.

Mountains and streams, ancient trees and fresh flowers—though small, the sparrow has all the vital organs.

It's hard to imagine what kind of ability it takes to maintain such a scene.

Led by the white-haired woman, the group sat down at a stone table and chairs.

As the white-haired woman clapped her hands gently, a fluffy, snow-white kitten stood upright and trotted out of the woods, carrying a tea tray much larger than its head on its head, on which sat wooden cups filled with steaming hot tea.

"The tea is ready..."

The little white cat struggled to place the tea tray properly with its paws and then spoke.

"A talking cat..." Roy's eyes widened in surprise as he recalled the large green snake that could also talk.

The animals he had encountered before, even those that had become magical beasts by chance, at most exhibited intelligent behavior, but none of them had ever spoken.

Perhaps this is related to the fact that those magical beasts were all created from artificial magical energy points? Or perhaps, this is her unique ability?

Roy guessed.

"Tea, please."

The white-haired woman raised her hand and gestured "please." Then, without any energy fluctuations, the cup containing hot tea floated up and flew in front of Roy and his two companions.

This phenomenon made Roy's eyes narrow.

By observing only a small part, one can understand the bigger picture. The white-haired woman's move demonstrated extremely terrifying strength.

Even though the use of a witch's talent is invisible to the naked eye, it still involves the flow of magic. If Roy couldn't detect it at all, either the white-haired woman used a method that transcends magic, or her ability to hide is so high that even [Infinite Desire God] at close range couldn't detect it.

"Your mastery of the rules has taken another step forward..."

Not only Roy was astonished, but even the border duke's voice was full of amazement.

"No need for flattery, Breton Soros. We'll talk about your visit later..." The white-haired woman waved her hand, her gaze fixed on Roy: "Little Roy, I know you. Latie has already told me about some things concerning you."

"I just didn't expect that even Junior Sister Sehir would be connected to you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. This is our first meeting. I am the Great Witch of Nature, Finage, your mother Freya's teacher, and also the senior sister of the Great Witch of Moonlight, Cecily."

"Can you tell me, Junior Sister Sehir, why have you become like this?"

The voice of the Great Witch of Nature, Finage, was filled with an indescribable sadness.

From initial excitement to suppressed calm, Finage had realized that Cecil was in a very special state; otherwise, Cecil would have appeared the moment they met.

Instead of being housed in a small doll like it is now.

"..." Roy was silent for a few seconds. Finage's words brought back vivid memories from his distant past. The serenely smiling doll girl under the deep blue crystal tree seemed like it was just yesterday: "Do you know about Cecil's experiences a hundred years ago?"

“Sesil? To address her by her name so intimately, it seems you two have been through a lot together…” Finage sighed slightly: “Back then, in order to break through to the Great Witch realm and to rescue her sister from the temple, Junior Sister Sesil resolutely left Witch Island and went alone to the Rafa Province in the south of the empire.”

"The Witches' Guild a hundred years ago was far less powerful than it is now. Faced with the temple's siege, it could only barely survive and was powerless to provide any support."

"I tried my best to find out, but unfortunately, the temple's control over information was too tight..."

"Don't even mention Senior Finage, even I only know that a terrifying witch is sealed beneath the Star Lake, but I have no idea who she is." The border duke sighed.

The Demon-Locking Array, reinforced by a large magical energy vein for nearly a hundred years, would be so powerful that even a demigod would suffer serious injuries if forced to break through it. Given the uncertainty about the identity of the witch inside, the border duke would not take such a risk.

“Senior Finage, I would like to speak with you privately about Cecil, as it involves many secrets. Your Grace, Lady Latie, I apologize…”

Roy bowed apologetically to Latie and the Border Duke beside him.

"It's alright." The border duke smiled.

Latie nodded slightly to Roy: "It's alright."

"Let's say it here. Under my rules, no external means of detection can know what's happening inside."

Finage raised her hand and waved it, and a hazy green light appeared in the air, enveloping her and Roy separately.

"call……"

Seeing this, Roy took a deep breath.

The appearance of the incomplete power of the rules made him realize that the former president of the Witch Association in front of him, who had stepped down, and the weak witch in his memory, was now a being comparable to a demigod.

He opened his mouth and began to recount the distant events that had occurred a hundred years ago.

Besieged by the temple, Cecilia, who achieved the third level of the Blood Refining Technique with the lives of many temple knights... broke through to the "Mad Witch" realm, which was similar to but not quite the same as the Great Witch... The initial eruption of a large hidden magic vein beneath the Star Lake... The primordial magic's erosion of everything in heaven and earth... In a critical moment, to save her sister Yuna's life, she sacrificed herself to suppress and seal the erupting magic vein...

As Roy recounted the events of the distant past, they unfolded like a scroll, causing Finage's gaze to gradually become unfocused.

"So, so much has happened... So you've been enduring such suffering all this time..." Finesse closed her eyes, and the profound emotions she had cultivated over a hundred years could no longer be suppressed as they rippled.

“My first encounter with Cesil was in the magical pulsation space beneath Star Lake.” Roy spoke softly: “She sat under that dark purple crystal tree, gazing calmly at the illusory sky.”

"The century-old seal and the terrifying side effects of the Blood Refining Technique caused Cecil's personality to split into two: one normal personality and the other a bloodthirsty and insane deformed personality."

"There is no distinction between primary and secondary, only between strength and weakness. Thanks to the sealing of the Lost Ice Coffin, an A-level forbidden item, the mad personality has been unable to harm the normal personality for the past hundred years. However, due to the lack of nourishment from the main body for a long time, the normal personality has become weaker and weaker. When I met Cecilia, her normal personality was already extremely weak and would soon dissipate."

"I used my talent to assist Cecil's normal personality in eliminating the insane personality. Originally, everything should have gone smoothly, but..."

At this point, Roy clenched his fist.

"In the battle a century ago, Sima, the legendary three-star knight of the Temple of Fang Wind who harbored a deep grudge against Cesil, suddenly attacked. To protect me, Cesil chose to devour the mad personality in order to awaken prematurely and kill Sima. In return, she merged into this small doll, plunging into a new battlefield on the soul level with the mad personality, and it is unknown when she will awaken..."

"Seshi became like this to protect me, so I will protect her during her sleep, no matter the cost."

After listening to Roy's story, Finage remained silent for a long time. Finally, she could only sigh dejectedly, "So that's how it is..."

"May I see the doll that Cecil has entrusted to me?"

Roy hesitated for a moment, thinking about the other party's relationship with Cecil, and that since the other party was a demigod, if he really had bad intentions, he would have almost no ability to resist. So he took the dark blue doll out of his pocket and handed it to Finage.

Holding the dark blue doll carefully, Finagei's eyes were filled with extremely complex emotions. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began to focus all her attention on Cecil's condition.

It took a full three minutes before Finaigi opened her eyes.

"This situation..."

Meeting Roy's expectant gaze, Finage frowned: "They are mutually reinforcing and compatible. When one side improves, the other improves. This is a battlefield of will and belief. External forces have no effect."

Upon hearing this, Roy's expression visibly fell into disappointment.

He had been skeptical, wondering what way Fenegi, a great witch with demigod-like strength, could possibly help Cecil. But to his surprise, she was still powerless to help.

Finagei's eyes were filled with self-reproach. In the past, she was too weak to help her junior sister Cecil. Now that she was stronger, she could only watch helplessly.

After a long silence, Finaigi returned the dark blue doll to Roy: "Since Junior Sister Cesil has chosen you, you must shoulder your responsibilities well, little Roy."

“Junior Sister Sehir has had a very difficult life. Now that you are by her side, I believe that even in a battle of will and belief, she will be able to persevere better and ultimately win.”

"Your strength is passable. If you need any help, feel free to come to me anytime. For Freya and Latie's sake, I will do whatever I can to help."

"this is for you."

As she spoke, Finage raised her hand and waved it, and a round, palm-sized object appeared in her hand, which she casually tossed over.

Roy instinctively took it, then looked at it closely, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes: "What is this?"

“Little Spiky Ball,” Finage said. “It is one of my contracted partners and a supreme-level magical beast. As long as you take it out, turn your back to the enemy, and shout ‘Bloom!’, it will shoot out all the spikes it has accumulated over the years. Its power is such that even a demigod would not dare to directly confront its edge.”

"This is Little Spiky's talent, but because of it, it has a heavy burden. It is usually in a dormant state, and after each such attack, you need to send it back to me so that I can help it recover."

"I have already informed it of your presence through my thoughts. Don't worry, it will deliberately avoid you when it launches an attack."

Upon hearing Finaigi's explanation, Roy's gaze towards the small bundle in his hand immediately changed.

Goodness, this is one of our life-saving trump cards.

A single, powerful strike could threaten the existence of a demigod; if launched unexpectedly, even a demigod could be severely injured.

Roy observed it closely and found that the little creature's shape was very similar to that of a hedgehog, curled up in a ball, with soft, hair-like spines on its surface. Clearly, a long, long time ago, it was just an ordinary little hedgehog. It was only after following Finage that it received her help and gradually broke through the shackles of its own life, reaching its current terrifying level.

A supreme ultimate monster... Even a regular Grand Ultimate Monster would likely be no match for a Legendary Ultimate Knight in a one-on-one fight, let alone "Little Spiky Ball," which has undergone a special evolution in the hands of Fineki.

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