Agatha was perplexed by the immense changes. She told herself not to believe them, but their stories sounded so real that she thought no witch could have made it up out of blue.
Putting herself in their shoes, she could never imagine she was slaved, hunted or even slaughtered.
Even ordinary people with the lowest status in the Holy City were treated by witches as human beings instead of animals.
She started to feel extremely exhausted. Wendy sensed it and brought her a cup of hot milk and tried to console her, "Oh, dear, drink this milk, and you'll feel better."
Though the lady with reddish brown hair didn't have the godlike power and strength, she affected Agatha with her good temperament and manner.... Agatha drank the milk in one gulp. A warm and sweet current flew into her gut, which helped her recover a little. Agatha rested for a long period before she continued their conversation.
