Suddenly the snow forest became silent. Only the occasional wind brushing against the treetops could be heard.
Phyllis was silent for a long time. "I thought you would stand by Taquila," she said reluctantly, "you were willing to represent the Taquila Witches in the competition and willing to help..."
Her voice quickly lowered. "That's right. I shouldn't impose too much. This is just a game. Compared with the Taquila Quest Society who had ostracized her, Neverwinter that saved her life was certainly more trustworthy. And in Agatha's eyes, they might still not be legitimate successors of Taquila... After all, they have lost the possibility of exerting magic after converting to the God's Punishment Army."
However, Agatha's next sentence rekindled her hope.
"I'm a Taquila Witch and this won't change."
Agatha's voice was smooth and honest as if she were recounting a most simple statement.
