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Chapter 403: Student and Teacher

Nana yawned as she rolled out of bed.

White outside the window. Still nothing but snow.

She pulled herself from the warmth, shrugged on her thick winter coat, and trudged into the living room. Aunt Alda was sweeping.

“Good morning,” Nana muttered.

“Ah, little princess, you’re up.” Alda smiled. “Breakfast is ready — come eat while it’s hot.”

“Yes.” Nana sat at the table and looked around the room. No father. “Where’s Daddy?”

“Lord Pine went out early this morning,” Alda called from the kitchen. “He had his silver shotgun with him.”

Of course he did. He’d been this way ever since the demonic beasts, ever since the flintlock. The gun had claimed him entirely — he wiped the barrel every day, went to the city wall to practice whenever he could, and had even used Nana’s healing abilities as currency to negotiate a specially-made piece from His Highness. All because His Highness had mentioned offhandedly that long shotguns were standard equipment for hunters.

If Mummy were still here, Daddy probably wouldn’t go out like this.

Alda set two steaming plates before her: fried eggs and white bread.

“Thank you.”

Normally breakfast was ready before her father left. Only Aunt Alda would think to keep it warm in hot water. If it had been her father’s job today, Nana would be eating cold and rubbery eggs.

She sighed quietly.

If only Aunt Alda could marry Daddy.

But she understood enough of how the world worked to know that wouldn’t happen. Alda was a servant; her father was a Border Town noble. A commoner and a noble — it was complicated in a way that didn’t have good outcomes.

She finished breakfast, wiped her mouth, and called out, “I’m going to the medical center!”

“Okay.” Alda set down her broom and walked Nana to the door. She crouched down, wound a scarf around Nana’s neck, and said, “Be careful on the road, Miss Pine.”

“Yes, Aunt!”

The snowflakes met her outside.


This was her daily rhythm: morning at the medical center, treating whoever came or else practicing her abilities on animals; noon at the castle for lunch with Roland; afternoon and evening back at the center; then home. She was the only witch who didn’t live in the castle.

The work was often slow. She had chosen it anyway.

The smiles were part of it — the way the townspeople’s faces changed when they saw her, the warmth that didn’t come from any hearth. A year ago this city had looked at witches differently.

“Lady Nana, good morning!”

“Miss Angel, off to the medical center again?”

“Today’s weather is cold — take care of yourself.”

“Miss Pine, have you eaten? Here, take some hot oatmeal—”

The greetings never stopped when she walked in public. Her sisters told her she was the most popular witch in Border Town, even more so than Anna. She wasn’t interested in rankings, but she couldn’t deny that this felt like something worth protecting. Every person she’d treated remembered her face and said her name with warmth. That was real.

Elder sister Anna was right. The only way to change prejudice is to face it — every day, without flinching.

The soldier at the medical center gate bowed when she arrived. “Good morning, Miss Anna—” He caught himself and reddened slightly.

“Good morning. Any patients today?”

“Not at the moment. But your friends have come.”

“Friends?” Her heart jumped. Could it be Anna?

She took the stairs two at a time and pushed open the door — to find Mystery Moon, Hummingbird, and Lily sprawled across the table in various attitudes of creative idleness. All three scrambled upright when they saw her.

“Were you pleasantly surprised?” Mystery Moon threw her arms wide. “We came all this way just to see you!”

“Mystery Moon thought it would be a good idea to get out of the castle instead of lazing about,” Hummingbird added.

You two may be free.” Lily spoke from the back, aggrieved. “I still have insect samples to observe. And Nana is certainly busy. You didn’t think to ask her.”

“Yesterday I caught you napping in front of the microscope,” Mystery Moon said pleasantly. “You were very obviously sick of your work.”

“That is completely untrue!”

Nana’s disappointment — that it wasn’t Anna — passed more quickly than she expected. Anna was His Highness’s most essential subordinate right now; she couldn’t be everywhere. These three, though, had come out in the cold for her sake. That counted.

“I’m actually very free today,” she said, and meant it. “Thank you, all three of you.”

Ahem. Since you say so, I’ll stay and keep you company.” Lily turned her head and examined the ceiling with sudden interest. “The samples can wait until tomorrow.”

“What are we going to play?” Hummingbird asked.

“Not ‘Fight the Landlord’ — that’s only three players,” Mystery Moon said. She produced a deck of cards from somewhere. “A new game, four players. I learned it from Andrea’s group yesterday.”

“The Sleeping Island group?” Lily pressed her fingers to her forehead. “You absorb everything poorly when you choose to learn from them. If you’d spent that energy studying new knowledge from His Highness instead, you might have made more progress by now.”

“His Highness is the one who passed this game down,” Mystery Moon replied serenely. “Why doesn’t that count as his new knowledge?”

“You may be the only person in the Witch Union who thinks that way.” Lily regarded her for a long moment.

“I’d like to learn it too,” Hummingbird said, very quietly.

Nana watched the three of them and couldn’t stop laughing. It was like being back at Teacher Karl’s academy — the quick arguments, the loud voices, the warmth underneath it all.


The morning passed without Nana noticing. With the three witches’ company the usual quiet of the center went unlamented. They went to the castle for lunch together, and afterward Nana returned to the center alone.

She was still thinking about the card game when she stepped into the hall and found someone unexpected waiting inside.

Karl Van Bate.

“Mr. Karl!” The surprise came out before she could moderate it. “What brings you here?”

“To see you.” Karl smiled. He studied her face the way someone does when they’re comparing it to an older memory. Then his expression settled into something gentle and unmistakably proud. “You’ve grown up.”

“Have I?” She looked down, a little embarrassed. “I’m still a long way from Anna.”

“Everyone grows differently. You have your own strengths.” He laughed softly. “Watching you and Anna grow up, and watching the town change — it seems I can no longer see the cracks.”

“What cracks?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “I’m just talking to hear myself. I used to believe God had forsaken this world. These days I feel it’s still watching over us.”

“Not God,” Nana corrected, with the firmness of someone who has heard this corrected before. “His Highness says these are the fruits of human effort. The residential communities were built by you, weren’t they?”

“Yes, but without an origin, nothing could have happened.” Karl’s voice went quiet and careful. “When I thought Anna was dead — and then you somehow awakened as a witch — I was completely lost. I had no footing. Perhaps it was God who heard my prayers and answered them, in the form He chose.” A pause. “It brought us His Highness Roland.”

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