Release that Witch Chapter 1496 - The Moment for Reunion
Previously on Release that Witch...
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In the castle's study room.
“Your Majesty, there's a letter for you.”
Sean rapped on the door, strode in promptly, and set a wrinkled paper envelope on the desk.
Long-wave radios, wired telegraphs, and magic-infused Sigils of Listening had grown commonplace, allowing even regular folks to send long-distance telegrams for just a few dollars, which caused hand-delivered letters to fall out of favor.
“Oh? Where was it sent from?” Tilly set her pen aside and rubbed her fingers.
“I heard it came from... the ocean.” Sean cleared his throat twice. “A Fjords Exploration Group member received it first, then it passed to a sea trader, journeying from Festive Harbor to Shallow Port at last. Without the signature, I wouldn't have— ”
Before Sean finished his words, Tilly tore the envelope open.
Just a few people would dispatch a letter across the sea.
Sure enough, familiar handwriting met her gaze—passed through many hands, battered by ocean winds and sunlight, the paper appeared spotted and faded, but she'd recognize that handwriting and its singular style even if the paper turned to ash.
Suddenly, the handwriting shifted sharply.
Tilly stifled a chuckle and turned over the second sheet.
A small sketch at the letter's close showed a human, bird, wolf, and fish.
Tilly folded the papers, inhaled deeply, and glanced at Sean. “No reply needed for this letter. You're dismissed.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” He bowed and withdrew from the room.
With the door shut, Tilly paused briefly in silence before diving her head into the paperwork pile.
“AHHHHHHHH—!”
A jealous mutter burst from her as she shook her head wildly, knocking documents off the table.
She yearned to fly the Phoenix and explore the world with her companions! That was her ideal existence!
Her brother bore the blame, claiming he couldn't return while seeking Ashes, thrusting the queenship upon her until witches and commoners fully merged. This excuse dragged on for five years, Anna and Nightingale vanished too. Now Tilly suspected Roland might have deceived her!
And here she was, buried under mountains of documents.
The Fertile Plains underwent rapid development, with even the domains of the Kingdom of Wolfheart and Everwinter now in cultivation. Everywhere, people reached out, demanding funds.
Then there was Ryan's 'rebellion' scheme—all merchants he approached sold the details to Neverwinter. Didn't he realize his full plot lay bare on her desk? After struggling to earn his freedom, he flung himself back into prison over a ridiculous notion. Tilly wondered if his childish, witless approach warranted seeing him as a true foe.
Of course, those were mere trifles.
The true challenge stemmed from the kingdom's course. Debates raged over which new technologies to pursue, conflicts arose between private firms and Administrative Office enterprises, and power balances among factions needed careful tending. These grand matters shaped the entire world.
She once believed ruling as king held little glory, as even careless Roland handled it, let alone her. Yet Tilly learned queenship exceeded what typical people could manage. Reflecting on Roland directing state matters while leading Scroll and God’s Punishment Witches to collect Dream World knowledge filled her with admiration.
“Creak.”
The door swung open abruptly at that moment.
Tilly jerked her head up, adopting a diligent pose over her work, and snapped irritably, “What is it? Didn't I instruct you to announce yourself for anything?”
Besides her guards, Wendy, Scroll, Agatha, and others visited her office often, Scroll most of all. Getting caught idling meant a scolding. Hence, Sean's role was to alert her in advance... the vital duty.
No response followed.
Tilly turned toward the door in astonishment—
“Plop.”
The pen slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor.