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Chapter 758: Inherited Belief

“Did you learn this from your parents?”

Sharon nodded. “Mainly from my father. He often told me that many things in the world were wrong simply because no one had corrected them—and once wrong ideas went unchallenged long enough, people stopped being able to see them as wrong at all. He taught me that familiar things can still be mistaken, and that if none of us stood up to fix them, we’d repeat the same mistakes and make the world steadily worse.”

Wendy said slowly, “But most people won’t stand up unless the harm reaches their own doorstep. Before His Majesty defeated the church, they were burning children they called witches. Most bystanders cared only about the gold royals the church paid—not about whether those children had done anything evil.”

“That was wrong,” Sharon said. “They told themselves the mistakes were harmless to them personally, so they could accept them for a bit of gain. But mistakes that are allowed to persist grow into everyone’s problem, eventually.”

Wendy studied her, increasingly curious about the people who had raised this child. She asked, as casually as she could, about Sharon’s parents—and received an answer she hadn’t expected. “They’re not my real parents,” Sharon said.

“They’re not?”

The girl began eating more slowly as she spoke. “My parents are dead. The war destroyed Eagle City and the order of the Southern Territory—after that, there were refugees and beggars everywhere, and bandits preying on them both. My parents were part of the patrol team, fighting the bandits. One day they simply didn’t come home.” A brief pause. “In the end the town lord fled, and everyone who remained followed. Mapleflower Town became a deserted domain.”

“In other words,” she added, “this was a consequence of the Royal Decree on the Selection of Crown Prince. A decree that seemed to have nothing to do with ordinary people—and destroyed them anyway. Just as my father would have said.”

Wendy touched Sharon’s head gently. “I’m sorry for bringing this up.”

The girl’s grief passed across her face and receded quickly, like a cloud shadow moving. She dispelled it with a visible effort and straightened. “That’s all right. They knew the risk. My father always said that since mistakes cost everyone dearly in the end, it’s better to pay the price to correct them at the beginning—and it’s an honor to be the one who pays it.”

Honor. Wendy thought of the patrol teams she had known over the years—most of them more like rats than guardians, placing their own interests first, breaking discipline the moment it became inconvenient. Sharon’s real parents were something different. Something genuinely rare.

After a silence, Wendy said, “The people who came to see you today…”

Sharon licked her fingers clean. “My father’s friends. He helped them once, years ago. For the past two years I’ve lived with him—uncle Cormac—and his wife. They have no children. They treat me like their own daughter.”

They did, Wendy thought. An ordinary family, taking in someone else’s child. That’s not nothing.

She didn’t say anything more after that. She just watched Sharon eat, and let the silence be comfortable.

The girl cleaned the last of her deep-fried pork cutlet from the plate and sat back with a sigh of deep satisfaction. “Thank you. This is the best dinner I’ve ever had.”

Neverwinter could feed its people now—no one inside the city walls went hungry anymore. But meat was still a rarity on ordinary tables; a scrap of dried beef stirred into oatmeal was already something to feel grateful for. A whole deep-fried cutlet of this quality was the kind of meal that only alchemists and City Hall officials encountered regularly.

Wendy took out a handkerchief and wiped Sharon’s oily mouth. “After you join the Witch Union, you can eat like this every day.”

Sharon’s eyes went wide. “Really? Meat every day?”

“Fresh boar, not the cured kind from the Convenience Market.” Wendy put the empty dishes back into the dinner box. “His Majesty prefers the streaky pork—but not every boar has that particular quality. Only the extra fat ones. If you steam it, it comes out soft enough to melt. If you fry it, it’s crisp and the smell fills the whole hall. He calls it ‘Five Flower Meat.’” She shook her head slightly. “I’ve never understood what flowers have to do with it.”

Lightning and Maggie, when they went out on patrol, never came back without something from the Misty Forest. Rabbits and bird eggs at first; now, since Maggie had taken on her Winged Devilbeast form, whole boars and snow wolves. Roland had once called the Misty Forest a great untapped treasure—a comment Wendy had thought a slight exaggeration at the time. She didn’t think so now.

“How do you know all this?” Sharon’s hand went to her mouth. “Could it be—”

Wendy smiled. “Yes. When His Majesty isn’t too busy, he eats with the witches.”

“And the one gold royal—”

“Also true.”

Sharon pointed at herself slowly. “May I…”

“Join the Witch Union?” Wendy laughed. “Of course you may. The Union guides every witch in developing and improving her ability, and takes responsibility for her safety and wellbeing in return. We accept all witches willing to work for His Majesty and Neverwinter as our sisters.”

“Would I have to live in the castle?”

“That’s up to you. If you’d rather spend more time with your family, you can keep your home.” Wendy could hear what the girl was really asking—Sharon had already taken uncle Cormac and his wife as her family, though they shared no blood.

“And the school—”

“The Union offers special courses for witches. Our abilities let us learn faster, and we need to learn more, so the universal curriculum doesn’t quite fit us. In your case, you’ll begin with ability practice first, since you’re still young. The witch courses are usually in the evenings. If you can manage both schedules, you’ll be able to finish your universal education and earn a diploma.”

Sharon didn’t hesitate. “I want to join the Witch Union. I want to become someone like Miss Nana.”

She hadn’t needed to say it. Wendy had seen the answer already—the same certainty that had shown in her face when she was explaining what wrong was wrong, and that the region you came from had nothing to do with it.

I can move the ability test and contract signing forward, Wendy thought. This one is ready.

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