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Chapter 495: On Top of the Sealine

As the Charming Beauty nosed toward the harbor, Tilly came out onto the deck and saw the dock crowded with witches who had come to meet her.

“Lady Tilly, you’re finally back!” Molly reached her first, carried at speed by the Magic Servant.

“That’s cheating!” Honey protested.

“Where’s Orbit? Open the door—let us through!” Shadow shouted.

“My ability is not a transportation service!”

Laughter swept through the crowd. Tilly looked at their faces—open, unguarded, genuinely glad—and felt the anxieties she’d been carrying dissolve. Whatever else was uncertain, this was real. This was home. A place built by witches, for witches.

Camilla Dary waited for her at the dock’s edge. “You were gone so long I began to think you wouldn’t return.”

“No chance of that.” Tilly stepped ashore. “I just didn’t expect the Months of Demons to stretch out so far. How has Sleeping Island fared?”

“I won’t say it was easy, but since you trusted me with it, I wasn’t going to let you down.” Camilla placed a hand on her chest. “I’ll give you the full report later. For now—” she glanced at the crowd of witches pressing forward— “I’d better step aside before they get desperate.” She lowered her voice, eyes glinting. “I’ll leave you to them.”

As a high noble from King’s City, Camilla was a natural at managing complicated situations—one of the main reasons Tilly had been able to leave the Fjords for months without Sleeping Island falling into disorder. Tilly shook her head in mild exasperation, passed her Chief Butler, and raised a hand to the crowd. The witches closed in at once.

“Your Highness, did you meet your brother? How did he receive you?”

“I heard the town also has a witch organization—will they come live with us?”

“Is it true people there don’t need to worry about food and clothing? New houses for everyone?”

“I’m just glad you’re back. We all missed you so much.”

Tilly answered each question in turn, working through the crowd, until Shavi landed nearby with her arms full of books and every head turned to stare.

“What are those?”

“Ancient ruin documents?”

“The pages look new—legends, maybe?”

“Or play scripts? I haven’t seen a performance in so long.”

“What do I do if I can’t read?”

Tilly clapped her hands for quiet. “These are gifts from His Highness Roland Wimbledon. Reading and writing pamphlets, basic mathematics, natural science. Knowledge—all of it.”

A beat of puzzled silence.

Camilla, standing nearby, looked genuinely surprised. “You actually intend to spread this to everyone?”

“It’s the only way to develop our abilities.” Tilly nodded.

Roland had mentioned once that universal education was not a small undertaking—it pulled workers from their livelihoods while they studied, demanded money for teachers and schoolhouses, and produced no immediate return. Its benefits emerged slowly, accumulated over years. Most rulers considered that an unreasonable proposition. But the changes it produced were more profound than almost anything else—she had seen this with her own eyes in Border Town. Before she’d gone to the Western Region, she could not have imagined that a town of common people could carry that kind of energy, that brightness.

Back in the keep, as she was setting out Scroll’s teaching methods to adapt for Sleeping Island’s conditions, a knock came at the door.

“Thunder wants to see you,” Ashes said.


“It’s been a long time, Your Highness.” Thunder’s smile was unchanged—broad, genuine, slightly too large for a formal greeting. “How did it go? Did the Western Region give you your answer?”

“Honestly, no.” Tilly settled into her chair across from him. “He kept something back—some reserve toward me that didn’t fully open. But given what the situation has become, questions about how he feels toward his sister seem less urgent.” She paused. “By the way—do you know anything about demons?”

“Monsters from hell?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve heard the stories. Epics and legends—brave knights, spears dipped in dragon’s blood, that sort of thing.”

“They’re no longer just stories.” She exhaled. “Not anymore.”

His expression shifted. “What do you mean?”

She gave him the full account—the Witch Union, the Battle of Divine Will, what Roland had revealed about the cyclical war between demons and humanity. That the four kingdoms the world called home were built on land once called Barbarian Territory. That an ancient witch from four centuries ago had been found, still alive, in a Border Town cellar. That every ruin scattered across the known world bore the fingerprints of the witches who had come before.

Thunder listened in complete silence. When she finished, he sat still for a moment—then erupted.

“How can this be? The ruins at every site I’ve visited—all witch-built? A four-hundred-year-old survivor, alive and walking around in that little town? The mysteries you’ve uncovered in a single journey outweigh everything I’ve found in a lifetime of sailing!” He was on his feet without realizing it.

“Aren’t you frightened?” Tilly asked.

“Of course I’m frightened—but the hunger to see it burns so much hotter.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Damn. I want to go to the Kingdom of Graycastle and stand in front of that living relic with my own eyes.”

He wants to go to meet Agatha, Tilly thought with a complicated feeling, not to see his own daughter. She didn’t quite know how to feel about that.

“You’d probably have earned the title of greatest explorer in the Fjords,” she said. “If not for what you found on your most recent voyage.”

That stopped him. He looked at her. “I was getting to that.” He sat down again. “I sailed to the east of the Sealine again.”

“The Sealine?”

He caught himself. “You’d already left for Border Town the last time I returned with this. It’s a cliff of seawater—a wall that splits the ocean into two surfaces at different heights. Boats can sail right up it, as though climbing a wall.”

“That’s impossible.”

“That’s what I thought.” The old pride in his voice. “But I’ve been over it twice now. And this time, I stayed long enough to watch the tide come in.” He leaned forward. “You can’t understand what I’m describing until you’ve seen it—the current gradually quickens, then quickens more, then suddenly rushes downward like a waterfall’s edge. If Molly’s Magic Servant hadn’t been reinforcing the Courage, it would have broken the hull in half. I turned the bow directly into the current; the wind and the water reached a balance point, and the ship held position—not advancing, not falling. Suspended at the edge.”

“What happened to the sea below?”

“That’s the part I can’t fully describe.” His voice dropped. “The Swirling Sea filled. You can only see it clearly from the top of the Sealine, standing at that height and looking down. The sea level below rose, and the wall itself—which had been over two hundred meters when I first measured it—shrank to barely a hundred as the lower sea climbed to meet the upper. That’s what the tides are. Not the pull of something far away. The water simply… moving between one level and the other.”

He stopped. The room was quiet.

“I stood on the edge of that ship and watched the world rearrange itself, Your Highness.” He spread his hands, at a loss for once. “I don’t have the words for it.”

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