Just as Wendy had said, the next morning directly after breakfast a maid came and brought them to Roland’s office. There the Prince handed them a fine piece of parchment. Taking into account that some of the witches were illiterate, Scroll read its contents to them. Followed by them signing it with their fingerprint.
Roland knew that it was hard for them to understand the meaning of each line written in the contract, but this wasn’t important, after some time they would begin to understand what he wanted from them. He also knew, even if this was a slave contract, they would still have put their signature under it. But Roland didn’t think that it was good to lose his principles just to get some small benefits. Since they chose to follow this road, we have to look to where it is leading them to. At the moment everything he made was the laying of a foundation to form a positive cycle for the future. A long-term investment which should end in a win-win situation for both sides.
After receiving the signed documents, Roland gave out the training plan he had developed yesterday evening, and explained to each of them personally what they should do. When he had finished this he called Leaves, Scroll, and Soraya back into his office.
After closing the door, Nightingale showed a royal salute, startling her sisters.
“I’ve been thinking all night long about the story I’ve heard yesterday from Wendy,” Roland opened the curtains, letting bright sunlight flood into the room. “She said you had encountered a terrible monster and only seven of you were able to survive. Even your Witch Cooperation Association Mentor, Cara, died within the wilderness. So I want to know what you have encountered, was it a mixed species or a demonic beasts?”
Leaves was the first to speak: “They weren’t demonic beasts, they were Devils coming from behind of the Gate of Hell. They possessed a tall body and were able to ride on demonic beasts, they were also able to use magic, just…” She hesitated for a moment, “Just like us.”
“They were Devil’s?” Roland frowned, turning his view to Soraya, “Were you also present at the scene?”
The spoken to nodded hesitantly.
“You can draw the scene, right?” asked Roland and gave her a piece of paper.
Soraya closed her eyes, remembering the painful memory, but regardless she still took the paper and went to the table.
Following this, she began to fully display her ability, taking her magic pen in hand. The pen started to release colorful light, which flew from her hand directly onto the paper. A lifelike picture gradually took form on the paper, and during the whole drawing process Soraya never opened her eyes once.
When Roland stepped near the table, he discovered that the picture’s imagery looked very realistic – no, he had to correct himself, this wasn’t a painting, but an image taken from a real-life scene. Her ability was just like a camera, reproducing the genocide in the wild from a first-person perspective.
When she had completed the painting, Soraya’s forehead was covered in sweat, clearly indicating that the memory was a nightmare to her.
Nightingale, went to the table too, taking a look and asked, “Are these the Devils you had encountered?”
“Yes, those are,” Leaves pointed to the nearest one from the perspective the picture was taken, “The Devil wearing metal gloves, was able to summon lightning attacks, while the other one was unusually strong, he could throw a spear several times faster than an arrow shot from a bow. More than a dozen sisters died under their hands. But they weren’t able to use their special attack the whole time, it was in such a moment of recharing when I was able to kill them.”
“You were able to kill them on your own?” Roland asked.
“Cara’s magic snake had ripped open Ironhand’s pipe, and he eventually died from that wound. I used the same method, to kill the other one with a crossbow. The pipe seems to store some red gas, and if the gas leaks out they die.”
Well, this thing seems to resemble an oxygen tank, how is it possible for creatures in the wild to have something like this? Roland asked himself in confusion. But directly saying that they have to be aliens, is a little too premature. Looking at their clothes, they are patched together out of pieces of leather and animal skins. This shows that their level of civilization can’t be much further developed than ours is.
Whether it was by using magic or technology, that they were able to cross to other planets, already shows their strength – while the people on earth are still fighting against each other all the time.