3 A Minor?

"Have you reached your day of adulthood yet?" Roland asked.

"I haven't..." she managed to squeeze out, scared that the king wouldn't accept her.

"What is your age?" Roland was starting to get worried he just had sex with a minor, there was a severe punishment for that back in his old world. If similar rules applied to this world, how would the others look at him when they found out?

"I'm 16, close to turning 17. It's just over a year until I reach my day of adulthood..."

"Ah... I guess there's still time then..." he mused, "I and the other withes have been experimenting with the adulthood. It seems that if you freely practice your powers, you gain a better control and don't have any trouble on the day of adulthood whatsoever." Roland blurted out without thinking.

Hearing she would have to practice her skill a lot, she flushed bright red as she thought of the implications.

"I... I don't want to use my power anymore!" she shouted, as she ran away from his room.

"..."

"I guess I could've handled that better..." Roland muttered softly.

He had already thought of some ideas to use her power. If she could learn to control it, she would be of immeasurable value to their territory.

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Nightingale was sitting in a corner outside the quarters, trying to process what had just happened.

She had seen what happened in that room earlier. She would be too ignorant if she let Anna bring the girl to Roland on her own. She had secretly followed them using her powers of invisibility. At first, Nightingale was just in the back of the quarters, making sure she wouldn't get caught. She got to hear what kind of girl Olivia was.

Meanwhile, Olivia didn't have the slightest clue she was being watched, as she started using her ability. Nightingale had almost lost control of her mind and body as well, she figured that she must have been just out of range for Olivia's power to work on her. She tried to leave as quickly as she could, but stopped in her tracks as she looked at the both of them.

She licked her lips sensually, enjoying the magnificent sight placed in front of her. She was offered a wondrous view of the pink panties Olivia wore, as she sat across of her.

She figured that she was pretty damn gorgeous. Her red hair, the numerous freckles, the petite figure and eyes that literally screamed to fuck her, made her irresistible.

Nightingale really wished she could have joined them right then and there, but then it'd be clear that she had been spying on Roland. As much as she would love to join them, it wasn't worth ruining her relationship with Roland. She figured she would get her shot later...

As she was thinking about what happened, she saw the crying Olivia running past her.

"Olivia, wait!" she said.

The petite witch looked behind her, only to see the witch that she had met earlier.

"Why does he accept you? Why not me? What did I do wrong? Is it because you're prettier than me?!" she shouted towards the gorgeous Nightingale.

'He doesn't accept you? I'm pretty sure I saw him accepting you,' she thought. She moved in closer to comfort the girl, secretly happy that Olivia just called her pretty.

"Come here," Nightingale said, "I'll make sure you're welcome in this village." she tried to reassure the girl by hugging her.

'Waaah, it feels good to feel those huge breasts pressed against me...' Nightingale thought.