found some interesting RTW fan-fictions that were talked about in China. As a big fan of RTW, I thought someone else might like it. If you like them, pls tell me. i'll translate more.

also, does anyone have any of their own fanfics for rtw? would love to see more, maybe yuri-kinds :P

Nightingale felt a tender warmth while she looked at the mild sunlight outside the window.
What shall I do today?
Well, it appears like there's nothing that can be done.
She felt reluctant to get up as she caressed the warm rug made of goat fur. However, the thought of being by Roland's side made Nightingale hang a blissful smile on her face. She quickly got up.
Just as always, she gingerly walked into the room without disturbing Roland. When she saw the seated Roland busily motioning his quill across a parchment, she noiselessly came behind him and peeked. It was, as usual, a bunch of arcane things she did not understand.
My head hurts from seeing this but the way Roland looks so serious is truly mesmerizing.
Roland had once mentioned that he would marry a witch as his wife.
What a blissful matter. Yes, bliss.
She suddenly recalled Anna, the pitiful but studious girl. Nightingale felt a tinge of jealousy. She believed that perhaps, Roland only had Anna in his heart! It was truly something that invited jealousy.
Suddenly, Roland looked up and shouted, "Nightingale, are you there?" Nightingale felt joy rising in her when she heard his voice. She walked out from the shadows and repressed the pleasant surprise in her heart. She said stoically, "Your Highness, you called for me?"
Roland was taken aback. "It's nothing. I wanted you beside me since you seem to be toiling all the time." With that, Nightingale accompanied Roland the entire day. She felt a sense of joy overwhelm her. Being by Roland's side was something that incurred envy among the other witches.
Late at night, Nightingale gently walked out of Roland's room. She muttered, "Your Highness, I'll protect you, forever and ever!"

Roland was sitting in an office, discussing the price of a steam engine with a businesswoman.
The businesswoman said, "Your Highness, why are you fidgeting? Is the chair uncomfortable?"
Roland replied, "No, I have recently been experiencing some discomfort after prolonged bouts of sitting. Perhaps, it's my hemorrhoids. It will be fine after making some adjusting. Don't mind it. Back to this batch of steam engines, the main purpose for them is…"
"But, Your Highness. I smell the scent of photinias. Who was the one that brought such a vulgar flower here? Why are your maids so…" The businesswoman's sentence was cut short by Roland's unnatural facial expression.
"Enough Margaret!" Roland appeared to be holding back something, perhaps the pain caused by his hemorrhoids. His body began to convulse abnormally as he stuttered, "I… Urgh! I… Ah! Am only… Huff puff… only a little…"
The businesswoman carefully listened to Roland Wimbledon's explanation.
With his esteemed status, His Highness still insists on negotiating with me, a businesswoman, despite being ill. What a responsible hegemon.
There were slapping and smacking sounds…as well as a moan.
Unsure if it was a mistake on her part, Margaret felt that she had heard the crisp slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh. However, it was so soft that she shrugged it off, thinking that she was hearing things.
"Your Highness, your health is of greater importance. Why don't I come again another day?"
"No… Well… I'm just… feeling a little… comfortable now…" Roland's body trembled a few times as though he was releasing something he had been holding back for a long while. He reached out his hand and touched the air. After resting his eyes for two minutes, he opened them again as he said with vigor, "I apologize, Margaret. I felt a little uncomfortable a moment ago but I'm fine now. Let us continue."
"Alright, Your Highness," said Margaret with a smile, her nose twitching unnaturally.
The smell of photinias turned stronger.
What irresponsible maids.
Margaret lamented unhappily in her mind.
P.S. The smell of photinias resembles that of semen.

    Some of the witch powers has alot of potential for such scenes uhehe...

      Darn my lazyness. The only thing stopping me from crossing the threshold to reading chinese fanfiction

        16 days later

        Mystery Moon bit down on her lips as she worked her way through an indistinct path in a forest.
        A branch flicked back and struck her on the hand as she let out a light cry. She sped up her pace as a result.
        The leather boots she wore when she fled from her village could no longer be worn. Now, she was wearing a tiny pair of boots a witch had created using plants. That witch, Leaf was as meticulous and warm as Sister Vanilla from the village.
        When the village came to her mind, Mystery Moon could not help but turn dispirited. Three days ago, she had visited the village's market to buy something. Just as she was counting the number of bronze coins she needed to make payment, she never expected the pile of bronze coins to suddenly fly up and linger around her like spirits.
        Then, a genial Uncle Kama suddenly exclaimed in horror, something about an evil demon that needed to be captured. Then, people who she was familiar with looked at her like she was the plague. The final scene she vaguely remembered was that of a person that resembled a guard leader slashing his sword at her. Then, a pair of warm hands tugged at her before her entire world turned black and white.
        "Idiot, snap out of it. It's not the time to be sad. The camp is right ahead." A voice suddenly sounded from behind her. At the same time, a tall figure walked out of the fog, revealing herself. She had introduced herself as Nightingale. The blond witch was the person that saved her from the hands of the guard. She looked like an elegant noble despite wearing a gray-colored robe."
        "Hey, I'm not an idiot… Are we already there? But there are only shrubs ahead…" Mystery Moon was given a fright. When she turned her head to look forward, she realized that the thick shrubs seemed to part as though they had a will of their own, revealing a gigantic cave in front of her. She could vaguely hear women voices from the cave. "Here is the Witch Cooperation Association." The witch that could control plants, Leaf was standing by the cave's entrance, beckoning. "What are the two of you waiting for? Newcomer, Nightingale, quickly come on in."
        When they walked into the camp, the witches who were preparing to have their meal around the bonfire circled around them, bombarding them with questions when they heard of Nightingale's return. They welcomed Mystery Moon's arrival.
        Just as Mystery Moon was about to burst out into tears from the massive influx of questions, the crowd suddenly quietened. A green-haired witch who had half her face tattooed with serpentine walked in front of her.
        "Welcome. I've learned your name, Mystery Moon." The green-haired witch's voice sounded hoarse. "I'm the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association. You can call me Cara. In here, no one will harm you. Now, the first thing you need is rest. Tomorrow, you can show the rest of your sisters the powers you possess."
        Magically, Mystery Moon suddenly felt that the anxiety she had been experiencing over the past few days was gone. After her high-strung nerves relaxed, all she wanted was a good night's sleep. "Alright, go on your way, everyone. Nightingale, tell me about the situation in town."
        Cara seemed to enjoy a very high prestige so, even though the witches remained curious, they left one by one.
        Mystery Moon looked around the bonfire and saw some laid out straw. She nodded her head in relief as she snuggled up beside the bonfire to have some sleep. Before she fell asleep, she heard an irritated voice: "That's a bed I took two hours to prepare. Newcomer, get up!"
        "Lily, cut it out. Help me prepare the pork crisps for tonight, quickly."
        What a lively and peaceful place.
        Mystery Moon thought in her reverie.

        There was a din around her. Am I at the gallows, or am I captured?Mystery Moon tried her best to free herself but the yellowed thick hemp rope had not only tied her hands together, it seemed to wind tightly around her body.
        The village chief, Faror stood right in front, speaking with a voice that drifted strangely.
        "…Degenerates that have been enticed by the Devil, let God punish your filthy souls."
        With a wave of his hand, Mystery Moon felt the ropes around her body tighten. It felt like an ice-cold liquid was flowing down her neck.
        Am I going to die?
        "No…No, I still want to play in the market. I still have many things I want to buy… I don't want to die. Release me…!"
        Mystery Moon opened her eyes and felt a little stifled. She was being hugged tightly like a doll by a girl she had never met before. Her drooling face was approaching her rapidly as if she had seen delicious food in a dream. "Ah! Please, no…" After a round of struggling, the two finally separated. The female stranger woke up in shock too.
        "Hi there, I'm Mystery Moon. I'm a witch that just joined yesterday. You are…" Mystery Moon felt a little unsettled. She heard of rumors that certain young noble ladies had strange hobbies. As she spoke, she slowly eased her way towards the straw mat.
        "Idiot, what's that look in your eyes? That's the roost that took me a lot of time to set up. Can't I squeeze with you…"
        The female stranger wiped the corners of her mouth. She looked like she had blown a fuse when she saw the look in Mystery Moon's eyes and the tiny gesture she had done. She held Mystery Moon's light-blue hair and said, "I'm Lily, in charge of food preservation in the Witch Cooperation Association. Can you look at me decently?"
        "Heh, it looks like the relationship between the two of you is very good. You are already so happy after having just met." A teasing voice sounded from the side. Following that, Nightingale, who was carrying the pork crisps, appeared out of the fog.
        "Why in the world would you think my relationship with this idiot is good!?"
        "Why in the world would you think my relationship with this hussy is good!?"
        Both of them cried out at the same time before staring at each other."Alright, Cara wishes to meet you. Mystery Moon, come with me. Lily, remember to help me prepare an additional batch of pork crisps. I'll probably be going on a long trip in the next few days."
        "Okay, Sister Nightingale."
        "Okay, Sister Nightingale."
        "Don't you imitate me!" Lily angrily tugged at the lock of light-blue hair sticking out from Mystery Moon's head. Nightingale pricked up her eyebrows and turned around. "Follow me."
        A black snake with sparkling blue stripes shot out of the woods and bit at a desperately running wild boar's calf. Simultaneously, a blue magical wall of light suddenly appeared in front of the boar, cutting off its path. The surrounding weeds began growing madly as they twined around the boar's right leg. With a sudden tug in the opposite direction, the running boar slammed to the ground in a rather humorous manner. Although it was doing its best to tear away from the weeds with its head, a marsh had begun appearing beneath it. In addition, Cara's Snake of Numbness was making the boar's struggles slow down.
        "Mentor, Mystery Moon is here." Cara was about to use the Snake of Death to deliver the final strike on the boar when Nightingale appeared from the side of the woods. She was pulling the shy Mystery Moon.
        Cara turned her head to see Mystery Moon. She looked quite terrifying in the woods with half her face looking like a snake. Mystery Moon could not help but shrink behind Nightingale. She heard a hoarse but gentle voice, "Don't be afraid. You are no longer a frail mortal. I heard that God bestowed you with the ability to control metal. Then, try using this knife to finish the final strike on this boar. Leaf, Stone, keep releasing your magic power to control the boar."
        Nightingale drew her short sword and handed it over with a smiling nod. Mystery Moon felt her hands sink as she observed the sword in her hands and recalled the feeling she had back in the market. She injected it into the sword but she suddenly heard an exclamation. Cara's clothes had suddenly ripped apart as a small knife was trying its best to move towards Mystery Moon.
        "Stop, there’s no need for you to use your magic anymore." Feeling a little disappointed, Cara interrupted Mystery Moon. "What you were bestowed with is not control over metal but magnetism." Cara, who seemed to a little upset, waved her hand at the boar, releasing the Snake of Death.
        "Return to camp. Think carefully about how you should use your gift. You are not of age and your abilities might still be unstable. Nightingale, explain to her the rules of the Witch Cooperation Association." Following that, she left with the other witches to dispose of the boar.
        "Sister Nightingale, is Mentor angry?" Mystery Moon had her incantation interrupted and felt that Cara's attitude towards her was no longer as warm as the day before. She felt a little uneasy as the blue lock of hair on her head drooped down.
        "To be honest, the Witch Cooperation Association has it tough. Mentor also wishes for there to be an additional combat witch to protect everyone. Perhaps it was the Church's recent manhunt that has vexed her. There are many jobs in the camp that needs more manpower. Don't be sad." Nightingale could not help but pinch Mystery Moon's cheeks when she saw how she remained sad. "Cheer up. You cannot look so sad the first day you meet everyone. Didn't you notice that Lily can't fight either? You silly girl."
        Yes, I will work hard to hone my abilities.
        Mystery Moon cheered herself on. She did not want to burden Nightingale and definitely, she would not let the hussy mock her again.

        2 months later
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