Besides Second Salem, which had sworn to expose the existence of wizards and magic, American wizards had also formed the Salem Witches' Institute.
This organization paid particular attention to the education of witches.
People died, and after death their bodies began to decay, unless they were preserved like the egyptians.
Even cremation produced carbon dioxide and other remnants, all of which became part of other life. Like fallen leaves returning to their roots, or the cycle of water. The water in urine evaporated, fell as rain, and entered the next cycle of life.
But understanding this did not mean one should not cherish life. A person could only live once.
Nadia had been educated in Paroldo all this time, yet she actually regarded someone who had drunk Unicorn blood and been cursed as a messenger of God.
The followers controlled by cults were not necessarily all illiterate ordinary villagers.
The idea that people turned into stars after death, that you could look up and see them still watching over the living, was something told to fool children. It was merely a beautiful lie, carrying endless longing and love, allowing innocent children to accept loss in the least cruel way possible.
When Pomona had fought Nadia just now, Nadia had not taken the steel Giant's iron fists seriously at all.
Let alone her flesh-and-blood body—even a bird made of bronze would have been flattened by those blows. Yet Nadia had still darted around like a lark, nimbly toying with Pomona.
There were many ways not to fear death. Nadia simply had no concept of fearing it at all.
If she had lived for over a hundred or three hundred years, it would have been understandable for her to see death as the start of another journey. But she was only in