Tap...Tap....Tap....

Sound of footsteps filled the corridor as a young girl paced back and forth, the genuine worry was etched on her face. About 11 years old, wearing a blue dress, short brown hair while curly design, a petite figure which indicated that the girl was quick on her feet.

She had greenish eyes and round face, puffed cheeks and sloppy eyebrows befitting of a little kid that she was. Worry was evident to those who say her expression.

Her friend Anna who was apparently 5 years younger than she had been unconscious for a week since she exhausted all of her mana in creating the firewall that provided support to the army.

After the fight, she collapsed unconscious and was carried back to the castle. At first, when Nana saw her only friend in an unconscious state, she panicked and felt scared, scared of the fact that Anna may never wake up again.

Nana cried her eyes out, the whole treatment room was in a mess. All the equipment thrown here and there, medicines spilled on the floor. It was horrible.

Currently, Kite, the other person who treated the people in the past and taught her about medicine was checking upon the condition of Anna's body.

Nana knew the capability of the hooded figure, her teacher. Thus the anxiousness she felt was decreased to a certain degree yet even them she was very nervous.

Tap...

Nana's body froze upon feeling a hand touching his shoulder, her body tensed up only to loosen up after hearing the voice of the figure who touched her shoulder.

"It's okay Nana, Dad is sure that your friend will be alright. Have trust in your teacher and His Highness.....!!!!"

He wore waisted cotton garment and leather pants attached with big pockets, looking more like a huntsman rather than a former noble.

Click....!!!

The door twisted open revealing four figures inside the treatment room. One of them wore a white hood and cloak with red patterns all over it. A sword hung from his waist, sheathed inside a white scabbard.

Other than a few strands of silver hair, nothing else about the said man could be seen. He had an athletic body with firm muscle and a towering height of 6'4 feet. The said man looked about 19-23 years old.

Beside him stood another young man wearing gray robe along with black lining and gold embroidery. The young man had a lean figure with a proportional muscle set. The calm expression on his face as he looked at the patient displayed in maturity.

Another person stood inside the room, other than these 2 individuals and the patient, there was another person in the room. The black cloak covered her body but not her face which in the beginning bothered Kite a little.

Long, black, silky hair, oval face structure along with sharp eyes and eyebrows. Two daggers hung from her waist as Nightingale passed two bowls of warm water.

Tigui accepted the bowl and pointed his hand towards the other one, Nana hesitantly accepted the bowl and drank a mouthful.

"Teacher, sister Anna....is going to be alright???" she held an expectant expression on her face.

Kite removed the soaked cloth from Anna's forehead and dipped it inside a bucket of hot water.

Drip....Drip....Drip....

The sound of tiny droplets falling inside the bucket, on the surface. He then twisted it using both hands and squeezed the excess water from it. He once again placed it on her forehead.

"She just exhausted herself, she is in no danger though I think that she would have to experience the [Adulthood] in her current state," he said without much emotion.

Hearing this Nana was both relieved and worried, fumbling she asked: "Isn't [Adulthood] very dangerous, what if something happened to Sister Anna while she was sleeping."

This was something which also worried Nightingale. She first hand knew the pain that one suffers during that phase, even using the drug to numb the senses wasn't effective against the soul ripping pain.

"We can only wait and watch. I have faith in Anna, she would surely make it past this point," said Roland with confidence.

"I think that her awakening will go flawlessly and she wouldn't feel a thing," said Kite as he thought about the feedback he got from [Reader] potion.

Witches were like a water balloon, just like when excess water was to be poured inside it, the balloon would burst apart. Similarly, a witch's body acted as a container that stores Mana inside it. If the excess Mana wasn't ejected out of the body, it would start breaking it apart from inside, thus the pain.

Frankly, this wasn't really considered a problem to [Beyonders] as they could divide their pathway character through many ways such as passing some of it to their kids whereas the corruption from the power was relatively safe for Beyonder below the level-2.

This information was useful nonetheless as now Kite had another "marketing" scheme which would be useful in building his own force.

He would provide them a place to live and freely practice using their magic, this way they wouldn't accumulate excess Mana and their brethren wouldn't need to die.

This was what most of them craved for, a place to call home, for people to regard them as humans instead to demons. They wanted respect and equality for their kind.

After they successfully win their trust, they. would be able to move forward with their plans and destroy the church once and for all. This was a mutual benefit for both the parties.

And by observing Nightingale's expression he knew that this ȧssassin had grown attached to Anna and if she successfully blooms then more witches will soon be joining their ranks. Also it would finally be time for Azik to promote himself to the next level.