Seventh Chapter Seven Hundred and Nine Different Keys

A night passed quickly, and Phyllis barely slept at all.

She locked herself in her room, silently awaiting the outcome, maintaining a calm expression while countless guesses about the reason for the disappearance of the Chosen One raced through her mind. These even included speculations that Roland had privately imprisoned the witch as a plaything and concealed the truth from the Witch Union.

Therefore, when Wendy and Agatha arrived at the Foreign Affairs Building the next morning, Phyllis revealed a rare hint of exhaustion—spiritual depletion was a great burden on the soul. She knew that her control over her body was decreasing, and even her hands and feet had lost their usual agility.

However, she also knew that until she heard the results, she would not be able to close her eyes no matter what.

Cutting off consciousness could only temporarily get rid of the shackles of the body, but the soul was still awake. Unless it was transferred to a magic container, shrinking into consciousness was only deceiving oneself. Phyllis even faintly missed "long sleep". "The result is..."

"We found the pillar of light you mentioned."

Unexpectedly, Agatha's first sentence shattered the burden weighing on her heart. Phyllis blinked, afraid she had misheard, and asked again in a low voice, "Like a wall of light?"

"That's right, like a wall of light, it does exist in the castle," Wendy added, "but we can't be sure that he is the Chosen One you mentioned."

In other words, she hadn't misheard?

They found the owner of that orange light!

"No... it can't be wrong," Phyllis felt a voice cheering in her heart, praise the gods! Praise the Holy City of Taquila! "If he can emit such a pillar of light, then he must be the Chosen One we are looking for! Is she a high-level witch? What is her name?"

However, the other party did not answer immediately, but showed a strange expression—like wanting to laugh, but also quite helpless.

"Uh, well... I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." Wendy covered her mouth and coughed lightly twice.

"Could there be a problem with the Five-Colored Magic Stone?" Agatha returned the ring to her, "I think you should contact Pasha as soon as possible."

Problem? What exactly happened?

Wait... Phyllis suddenly felt a lightning bolt flash through her mind.

What did Wendy say earlier?

"But we can't be sure that he is the Chosen One you mentioned."

He?

Phyllis opened her mouth wide in disbelief, "Could it be that the orange light is emitted by..."

"It is emitted from Roland Wimbledon," Agatha spread her hands and said, "Not just me, Nightingale, Anna, Wendy... all the witches living on the second floor of the castle have seen it. I also used the Balanced Magic Stone to test it. He is the same as usual, without any magic power."

"The weapon you mentioned that can deal with demons... does the operator have to be a witch?" Wendy finally couldn't help but laugh lightly, "If His Majesty can become a hero who eliminates demons because of this, it sounds good."

Phyllis's heart suddenly sank. Although the Judgment Instrument doesn't have high requirements for the Chosen One's magic power, it doesn't mean that it can be activated without magic power—after all, it is still a magic core, and the total amount of magic power contained by the operator determines the number of times it can be used.

This is impossible... could there be something wrong?

"But I didn't see an orange light above his head yesterday—"

"It is indeed very strange, the pillar of light disappeared after Roland woke up," Agatha rubbed her chin and said, "This is also why you can only see it at night. Of course, we also asked His Majesty about this. His answer was that the soul battlefield of Jie Luo caused him to always dream of another fictional world when he fell asleep, as if there was an extra part in his memory."

"Jie Luo? Soul battlefield?" Phyllis asked quickly, "What is that?"

"The last pope of the Hermes Church," Wendy briefly explained the battle in which Roland defeated the church, "Perhaps this is the reason why the magic stone ring made a misjudgment. His Majesty Roland also felt quite surprised by this result. He also said that if you want to verify it, you can try again at noon."

She was silent for a long time and then gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I want to see it again with my own eyes."

...

As it turned out, Agatha and Wendy did not deceive her. Under the layers of surveillance by witches and guards, Phyllis saw the orange light as wide as a city wall again. The source of the pillar of light was the King of Graycastle, who was in a deep sleep.

At that moment, she felt all the strength in her body was drained, and a strong dizziness struck her heart. After shaking twice, she leaned against the door frame and slid to the ground. Her already extremely exhausted spirit suddenly broke, and in an instant, boundless darkness enveloped her.

When Phyllis regained consciousness, she found herself lying on the bed. The outside of the window was dark, and she couldn't see the stars or the moonlight. Only the whistling north wind rhythmically beat on the glass, making intermittent tremors.

"Awake?"

A familiar voice came from her ear.

She turned her head and found that Agatha was sitting by the bed.

"I fainted... for how long?"

"About half a day," the Ice Witch reached out and separated the hair on her forehead, "Your reaction at the time startled Nightingale."

"Sorry, I'm fine..." Phyllis said in a low voice.

Although she said that, she didn't feel any better in her heart. She finally found the so-called Chosen One, but she didn't expect it to be a mortal. The impact on her was no less than the news of Nataya and Akalis's fall.

The belief of Lady Nataya, the persistence of the survivors of Taquila... and the Chosen One Project, everyone has been busy with it for hundreds of years, but unexpectedly, what they got in the end was such a dramatic scene. Although there are still a hundred or so witches left on Sleeping Island, and Yezi's qualifications are not far from the requirements of the Chosen One, she vaguely had a feeling that this little distance was a chasm.

Perhaps their choices are no better than Falling Star City.

"Although I don't quite understand how you view the Chosen One, but... even without such a person, haven't we fought against demons for hundreds of years? I thought that the witches who survived the disaster could calmly face any difficulties," Agatha said slowly.

"But we have failed twice in a row, and we have been forced all the way from the entire Dawn Territory to the wild corners. If we lose one more time..."

"Then defeat the demons," Agatha interrupted her, "I don't know what you found in the Maze Ruins that you put all your hopes on it, but I think that if it really works, it shouldn't be part of the 'Ruins'. In these four hundred years, those mortals outside have not stopped moving forward either. There is more than one way to defeat the demons. As Roland said, as long as the power hidden in the world is used reasonably, mortals can also defeat them."

Phyllis looked at her with complicated eyes, instinctively wanting to question her, but she couldn't say a word in front of the other party's bright and energetic gaze.

"By the way, he also said that there is more than one key to God. He also has one in his hand. Maybe you should take a look before contacting the Taquila witches."

"His key...?" Phyllis was stunned.

"Yeah, the key to 'Art'," Agatha replied.