A wave of courage came over her.
She had been afraid and terrified, but she had never thought of running away simply because Amber was here, her faith was here, and her home was here. Every time fear grabbed her by the throat, that faith poured courage back into her chilled chest.
The brunette placed her palms over her heart and owed a curtsy, saying in the name of God:
"My love and loyalty will always belong to the Moon Goddess, and I will offer Her Highness the head of the man-wolf for her blessing."
God gives courage, and in God's name, the maiden utters an emotion that is hard to get out of her mouth.
So, all you have to do is wait for my triumphant return, Sensei.
The young girl's bright voice was like a bucket of ice water, completely waking up Amber's drunken head.
The Lunar Temple would love this child.
Memories flooded before his eyes like a tidal wave.
The baby who had fought to cry in the fishy cargo, its dirty face set with bright eyes, its tiny mouth sucking and biting the woman's fingers with a desperate, wanting-to-live force.
She pulled off her cloak, wrapped it around the baby's body, and said to the dark-haired, dark-eyed merchant aside, "I'll take this child."
The Lunar Temple would love this one's child.
She thought so at the time, even though much had happened since then. Now, as she looked at the young girl, she still thought that.
Amber opened her mouth, her beautiful eyes seeming to hold a thousand words, and then she reached out and said, "You know, your tongue is glowing?"
The bubble of emotion burst. Dill immediately pressed her mouth and rushed to the half-broken glass mirror on the window sill; at the same time, the cat on the platform jumped down and pawed the big white goose, which was eager to try.
Dill's "witch's fire" is still half-assed, and she frowns as she shines the lens on her glowing tongue, and then looks over her shoulder to see Amber behind her, laughing her ass off; she's got a tongue that's as orange as a bug's.
Huh? The sharp-eyed young girl noticed something showing in the other girl's arms.
Dill realized that the other was also hiding a bottle of wine in his arms and mentally cursed the drunkard, reaching out to grab it, but Amber dodged it with a deft cat flash.
"Ughhh, careful, ah, this is precious!"
The bottle of wine in the woman's hand was flowing with colorful light, mirroring the glazed bells outside the house, and a few lovely pink and green plums slowly sank to the bottom of the bottle, scurrying on the surface of the water in mischievous little bubbles. The refreshing sigh of relief when Amber opened the bottle took Dill back to that long ago summer, the bottle of plum sparkling wine she hadn't gotten around to drinking, and the sheer snowflake ice.
"Perun made it, an east coast plum wine; she may have flavored it additionally, but it shouldn't taste too bad."
Amber couldn't help but laugh out loud at Dill, who was kissing and hugging the bottle. Perun made the wine vintage. In order to get these ingredients, she also enlisted the help of several sea wizards to transport them.
Originally, she was going to give the bottle of wine to the young girl as a birthday gift, but now Amber had other ideas.
"Consider this bottle a gift from Perun." She nudged the young girl. "As for my gift, you may claim any of the things you want most in Miller's Hollow."
The most powerful spell she knew—the panther envoy of the great witch Bertha, or even Mida's beautiful silver hair blessed by the moonlight—if Dill asked, the current Amber could fetch it for the maiden herself without hesitation.
She was back to being the most powerful witch in Miller's Hollow.
Amber was going to give Dill a day and a half to think about it, but as soon as the young girl heard it, she didn't hesitate to say:
"May I have Lord Milda's Great Fable?"
Originally, Amber heard the name in front of her and was already going to get a razor, but once she realized it, she asked incredulously, "That's it? You just want a box of games?"
Dill is a little embarrassed, but she loves that set of exquisite porcelain cards. Thinking of their own goose on the road more lonely, why not bring a big fable, nothing to take out to play, no money with the road can open a divination stall, and then do not help the top of the jewels can be sold for money by gouging a gouge?
I can't do magic myself, and I don't need to say anything about weapons, so a box of bejeweled Great Fables is much more practical than other things. Dill was planning in her mind, ready to eat and drink on the road.
Of course, she wasn't going to expose her shallow thoughts. The young girl pressed her chest and said with a pious face, "I think it's the goddess's will that I embark on my journey in a calm and pleasant mood."
Looking at the little girl she had raised with her own hands, Amber responded with a big yawn.