Chapter 858

Chapter 858: A Pact Between Witches

In the quiet high tower, mirrors floated still, reflecting silhouettes of witches. Some seemed still asleep, their surfaces dark and murky, while others glowed, their figures flickering faintly.

Lolan Hill’s light blue eyes widened slightly as she looked at the mirrors in surprise. This was her first real encounter with such a large group of witches. Before, she had only known a few like Tides, the Night Mistress, and Chris.

“Is this the Star Witch? She feels so young,” a mirror that flowed with silver mist emitted a voice as clear as spring water.

“Recently, there have been frequent mentions of her. I didn’t expect such a young junior to cause so much trouble,” a mirror as deep red as blood said in a mature tone.

“It’s normal, after all, she’s still young, with all sorts of ideas and desires to explore,” another mirror, as white as jade, responded softly.

“You can’t compare to us. Each one of you is peculiar and looks down on pure juniors.”

Another mirror, as thin as gossamer, teased, and soon, other witches began to speak up.

“This depends on personal choice.”

“Having thoughts and things to do is better than nothing. If it’s empty, it will only lead to sorrow.”

“The world has changed a lot recently. If not for the changes ten years ago, I would still be sleeping.”

“You lazy witch, probably haven’t taken a proper bath in centuries, heh heh.”

“Let’s not talk about such things. Witches are different from mortals. Sleeping is like stopping time; how could we get dirty?”

“Speaking of which, things seem quieter in the east.”

“Maybe they’re in seclusion, studying. Many witches have had to relearn, losing precious time.”

“Are you still living under the volcano in the sea? The last time I visited was over four hundred years ago.”

“Yeah, still there. Just find the blue tide turtle when you reach there; my place isn’t easy to find.”

“Tsk tsk, still so secluded. Why hasn’t the volcano erupted and washed away your home?”

“That depends on who lives there. Most of the heat inside the volcano is used for other purposes.”

The witches behind these mirrors seemed to have not communicated in a long time. This rare gathering allowed them to converse freely, until they quieted down at the sound of clapping from Chris.

“Alright, let’s end the reminiscing. It’s time to discuss the serious matters,” she stood up gracefully, and the coffee table spun to face the Night Mistress, positioning herself between them like a host.

“This is about the Green Empire. Perhaps we should call it the Crimson Empire now,” Chris briefly introduced Lolan Hill’s thoughts.

After her words, some mirrors reflected surprised movements, others remained still, and some had never woken up, their surfaces dark and unresponsive.

“Lolan is quite bold.”

“If this happened a few centuries ago, it would be seen as a declaration of war.”

“But now, maybe the Night Mistress has already figured it out. Otherwise, why would she gather us all?”

“Our faction is scattered, and we don’t have many connections with the Green Empire, so we won’t participate,” a deep red mirror spoke, followed by five other mirrors dimming, as if abstaining from commenting.

“It seems Selene hasn’t chosen a new leader yet,” a white jade mirror remarked, these dimming mirrors representing the oldest faction of witches, those from the Selene and Attadis era.

“As for our faction, we’re content to remain neutral,” a mirror like flowing silver mist dimmed, followed by seven other mirrors also abstaining. These were Tides’ faction.

“Wow, so quickly to decide? Then I’ll abstain too,” a voice from a mirror not belonging to any faction echoed, then dimmed.

Subsequently, the remaining four mirrors gradually dimmed, leaving eight mirrors still glowing, slowly moving behind the Night Mistress, facing Lolan Hill. They watched the young lady before them.

“I think the empire needs change, so I don’t mind Lolan making changes,” a mirror made of azure crystal spoke, its familiar voice immediately recognizing Lolan Hill as the gem witch, Servis, who sold her clothes.

“I disagree. Every nation has its peaks and troughs. With time, they might self-correct. Thus, I don’t support this Star Witch interfering with the Green Empire,” a gray mirror said coldly, its edges decorated with feather patterns.

“My children, I don’t want to give them to anyone else,” a mirror adorned with branches and berries emitted a somewhat childish voice.

“If you want, prove yourself through war,” a rusted mirror had weapons like swords and spears around it.

“Even if she’s a Star Witch, she cannot cross the boundaries set by the past,” a pitch-black mirror replied in a low voice.

For a moment, the scene fell silent. Seeing the Night Mistress’ faction increasingly inclined towards resisting interference, a special mirror finally spoke up.

Gleaming red and green colors split, with a witch’s half-shadow standing in the middle. From this mirror, consistent with the Green Empire’s colors, a gentle voice of an unknown girl emerged.

“The royal family of the empire broke their vow to me. I have decided to punish them.”

These soft words silenced the other mirrors that wanted to speak, as if they held great respect for this witch.

“Otephe spoke,” the other witches seemed to sigh, as if she rarely spoke.

“If it’s her, she indeed has the right,” whispered among the other mirrors.

After a moment of silence, Chris nodded slightly.

“It seems the decision is made,” her gaze swept across the mirrors, as if in silent conversation, then she spoke.

“Lolan Hill, you can enter the empire and do what you wish, changing its structure.”

“But, because of the pact between witches, you cannot use the identity of the past Star Witch. This includes stars and wind-related powers, as well as Lolan Hill’s image and influence.”

“In other words, I must use an identity unrelated to Lolan Hill and different, correct?”

“Yes, and within the empire, you cannot reveal star and wind-related powers to the public,” Chris winked at the young lady, solemnly explaining the rules.

“Also, witches from Tides’ line cannot enter the empire to assist you.”

“Although we have a good private relationship, certain things cannot be easily accommodated.”

“This concerns many things, such as the established order of the world and the pacts made by witches in the past.”

“And along the way, you might encounter obstacles from other witches,” her words caused the mirrors behind the Night Mistress to sway slightly, seemingly agreeing with her.

“The only comfort is that we won’t kill you. This is a unified agreement among witches since the Oz Country incident.”

“But failure means you cannot interfere with the Green Empire for at least a century.”

“So it is,” Lolan Hill sat on the sofa, closing her eyes in thought.

At present, there seemed to be no better option. If she forcefully interfered with the empire, it would lead to direct conflict between two factions of witches, which she did not want to see. Not only would it cause trouble for Tides, but it would also deviate from her original intentions.

She hoped for success. If she failed, it might take many years to turn things around in the empire. And relying solely on Clancia, the population and resources available were insufficient.

Spending several years to create a unified, stable, and progressive empire would be worth it for the entire human civilization. Moreover, she could introduce new concepts into the empire, similar to Clancia, establishing a nation with a similar spirit.

In that case, even if the two countries couldn’t merge in the future, there would be fewer conflicts.

“I accept these conditions and agreements.”

She reopened her eyes, her light blue pupils giving a gentle impression, but her resolute expression was also captivating.

Indeed, she is a very cute junior, full of ideals, with tears in her eyes, daring to change the world.

On this silver-haired girl, the witches in the mirrors saw familiar faces from the past once again.

(End of Chapter)