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Chapter 222: The Long-Awaited Victory

Fjord, Sea Dragon Bay.

The Church’s followers had taken the wall, loosing crossbow bolts toward the witches — but against Shavi’s invisible barrier and Molly’s magical servant, their arrows simply dropped or vanished into the servant’s belly. Only bolts tipped with fragments of God’s Punishment Stone posed any real danger, and the supply of those was finite. Each witch who took a hit was carried back immediately; as long as the bleeding was stopped in time, the wounds were not fatal. Two rounds, three rounds — and by then more than twenty witches had reached the base of the wall.

Ashes went over first.

She climbed in a single motion and started cutting down anyone who showed their head above the parapet.

The pre-war scouting had been thorough. They knew where the wall’s weak points were, where the God’s Stone of Retaliation had not been set. A chorus of pigeon calls rang from above: Maggie, reporting that every team was in position.

Lotus did not hesitate. The ground buckled and rose. Several believers rushed toward her — Ashes intercepted them one after another, quick and precise, leaving no loose ends. The wall section without the God’s Stone shuddered, cracked, and came down. Witches poured through the gap, abilities deployed without ceremony, and inside a few minutes more than half the believers who lacked protective stones lay dead. Ashes moved through the rest the way water finds low ground.

This was the first time in living memory that a church had been taken by direct assault — and by the Church’s sworn enemies, at that. The priest stationed there had known since the wall fell what the end would look like. He gave the order: take the pills, die for God.

Ten believers obeyed, their minds unraveling into the pill’s fury, and threw themselves at Ashes with nothing left to lose. The rest lunged for Lotus.

Lotus had prepared for this. An earthen wall rose from the ground, solid and immediate, blocking their path. The God’s Stone of Retaliation could not undo a completed magical result — it could only prevent new ones — so they had to go around, and by the time they had, the space behind the wall was empty.

The frenzied believers turned back to Ashes. The witches appeared behind them.

It went on for half an hour, the believers losing ground in every direction at once, until the priest stood alone.

He had the pill in his mouth when Ashes reached him. She took his arm off before he swallowed.

“Damn you!” He clutched the stump, face white, screaming. “You evil creature! Devil’s monster!”

Ashes looked at him without expression. “Are you scared? Did you ever consider how they felt — the ones you tortured and killed?” Her voice was flat. “Compared to us witches, men like you resemble the devil’s servants far more closely. You don’t shrink from any crime.” She raised her sword. “So go back to hell with an easy mind.” Her blade fell, and the curse died with him.

Molly appeared at her side, voice barely above a whisper. “Did we win?”

“Yes.” Ashes exhaled. “This was the last church in the Fjord. There are no more strongholds on the islands. We won.”

The Church’s presence in the Fjord had always been thin — fewer than a hundred followers per church, no standing Army of Judges. Even so, this was the first time the witches had faced the Church head-on and come out the other side. They had spent years fleeing at the sound of footsteps, scattering at rumors. Now they had walked into a church and walked back out. The mountain that had loomed over every witch’s life had not collapsed, but they had placed their hands on the stone and felt that it was possible to climb.

The cheering started and wouldn’t stop.

“We won!”

“Long live Her Majesty Tilly!”

Googoo!


By boat back to the island, then up the path to Tilly’s residence — Ashes could not get there fast enough. But when she arrived and found Tilly in her chair, the Fifth Princess only brushed a strand of silver-silk hair behind her ear and offered a quiet smile.

“Maggie told me already. Everyone came back safe. That’s the most important thing.”

She had forgotten about Maggie. Of course — a seabird flew faster than any ship. Ashes glanced around the room looking for the familiar, fidgeting shape. “Maggie?”

“She left the moment she finished reporting.” Tilly shook her head, something between exasperation and fondness in it. “Perhaps she’s already back in the Western Region.”

“She went back?” Ashes heard herself before she could help it.

“She asked if she could go just days after delivering the letter,” Tilly said, with a small laugh. “If we hadn’t needed her help against the Church, I suspect she would have turned around on the same day. I find myself increasingly curious about that place.”

Ashes hesitated. “Should I not have left her there?”

“No, it was the right call.” The Fifth Princess’s voice was certain. “Because of Maggie, we have a direct line to the other side. I’ve already sent a reply with her to pass on to Roland Wimbledon.” She made a face. “Want to guess what I said?”

“You refused.” Ashes didn’t have to think about it. “Crossing the sea was already risk enough. Sending witches to the Western Region would be—”

“I agreed,” Tilly said.

Ashes stared.

“I told him I would consider sending non-combat witches to Border Town, provided he can guarantee their safety. What was his phrase?” She tipped her head back, thinking. “Deepening our friendship by learning and observing together, both of us progressing hand in hand.” A slight pause. “If circumstances require, I may go myself.”

“Your Royal Highness—” The old title came out before Ashes could stop it.

“I know what you’re afraid of.” Tilly was patient, unhurried. “But the Church is the greatest enemy the witches have. More allies means more power. Our dealings with the islands of the Fjord exist because they serve us. The Witch Cooperation Association in Border Town is something closer to a natural ally. Why not show them good faith?” She smiled. “And according to Maggie, it may be possible to evolve a witch’s ability further through study. If the witches I send there learn how it works, Sleeping Island benefits too.”

“But for you to go in person — if something went wrong—”

Tilly raised a hand. “I’m not leaving immediately. Not until I know more. But don’t forget Sylvie — she sees through every disguise, every illusion, anything crafted to deceive. If she goes in the first group, she can verify what kind of person Roland Wimbledon actually is. And even if there were danger—” a mild look— “won’t you be with me?”

Ashes held her gaze for a long moment.

Then nodded.

“Good.” Tilly settled back into her chair. “We can wait until Maggie returns next month and discuss it properly. For now, there are other things.”

Ashes blinked. After clearing every church on the islands, she had assumed the work ahead would be quiet — building, planning, the slow business of making Sleeping Island into what Tilly envisioned. But the expression on Tilly’s face was not the expression of a woman who intended to rest.

The Fifth Princess touched the white silk glove on her right hand, where the red gem sat at its center.

“The ruins on the mainland are not the only ones. There are ancient ruins here in the Fjord, on the Shadow Islands. Most likely, that’s where the sea folk’s magic stones originate.” Her eyes went somewhere distant. “With the Church’s presence gone, I want to see them for myself.”

“The legend of the Ghost Shadow Red River?” Ashes had spent enough time among the islanders by now. She knew the stories — ruins that appeared and vanished with the tides, treacherous undercurrents, sea monsters that had broken every expedition that ventured too close. “No one knows the location precisely. Explorers have been trying to reach those ruins since they were first recorded. Most of them are buried out there somewhere. How would we even find them?”

“I may not know where they are,” Tilly said, “but I know someone who does. Someone who has already been inside.” She smiled again, that quiet, certain smile. “In fact, he’s on Sleeping Island right now.”

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