Shujuan stood in the bedroom door and hesitated for a moment before pushing the door in.

Wendy was sitting at the desk with a sad face, and she didn't have to look closely to guess that the book must be "The Theoretical Foundations of Natural Science".

Shujuan couldn't help but chuckle out loud, she rarely saw the other party show such an expression, even in the desperate moment when the Mutual Aid Society was trapped in the desperate mountains and the supplies were in short supply, she still smiled and cheered for each sister, as if she had never worried about those hardships.

Unexpectedly, a book put her in distress.

"I don't understand it, do I?" said the book, "and that's the same when I first read it. ”

"I thought it was a nightingale," Wendy turned her head when she heard the voice, "...... And now?"

"It's still incomprehensible. ”

"It's okay, you're just like me. Wendy sighed, "Anna won't say anything, I didn't expect that even Soroya has comprehended new abilities, and I think that if I don't work hard, I will be surpassed by the younger generation." I really don't understand how His Highness knows so much knowledge and can describe the world that he can't see as if it were the real thing. ”

"Actually, he doesn't know much," the scroll shrugged, "and I mean something. ”

"For example?"

"Like the Nightingale. She pulled out her stool and sat down next to Wendy, "Did you notice that she was behaving very differently now. When protecting His Highness, he rarely hides his figure, and even when he goes out, he only wears a hood, and ...... Even the evening lectures are listening carefully. You share a bedroom with her, you should know better than I do. Can you tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Actually, nothing," Wendy shook her head, "it's her own choice." ”

Her attitude surprised the book, "Choice?"

"Well, as you might have guessed," Wendy said bluntly, closing the book, "she's in love with His Highness Roland Wimbleton—of course, you don't have to guess." Rumors of people who provide protection to witches over time gain the hearts of witches, and this is not uncommon during the Aid Society's journeys. ”

"It was a story made up by someone else, and most of the sisters didn't get it out well. ”

"His Highness Roland is not like them. ”

The book was stunned, she didn't expect Wendy, who had the same opinion as herself not long ago, to say this, "You know, witches can't have children, and princes can't ......"

"The prince will marry a witch," Wendy said, "and he told you himself." ”

How did she know...... Could it be that Nightingale was present at the time? The scroll suddenly understood something, "Are you blaming me for hiding it from you?" No, Wendy, I don't want this to leak out and have a bad impact on His Royal Highness's ascension to the throne. ”

"......," Wendy said after a long silence, "I know, I'm not blaming you, because that's what I said to Nightingale. Before I knew about it, I thought that the sisters would not come to fruition, but since the prince did not mind, should we force them to change their minds? I prefer to see her as she is than when Nightingale suppressed her feelings and was depressed, and whatever the final outcome was, at least she followed her heart's thoughts. ”

I see, the scroll thought. Although she agrees with not spreading the news, she is unwilling to stop her sisters' feelings and make choices on their behalf—unlike Hakala, Wendy has always put herself in the sisters' shoes, cheering them on for what little courage they have left.

"But does Your Highness know this?" suddenly thought of the scroll a serious question, "what if his will was based on not knowing that witches are incapable of having children?"

"Hmm......" Wendy also deepened, "Why don't you ask?"

Beyond the walls of the Western Frontier.

The summer sun shone brightly on the grasslands, and herds of cattle and sheep could be seen leisurely eating grass in the distance, and it was hard to imagine that three months ago this was a land covered in snow and ice, with nothing but terrifying and ferocious beasts.

Shooting training had been going on for most of the afternoon, and Nightingale had mastered the art of shooting much faster than Roland had expected, and probably everyone had different talents, he thought, and some people were naturally suited to combat. Now she reloads, aims, and shoots, and she doesn't look like a novice at all.

"If she had been born into a family of knights, she would have become the top star knight in Greycastle," Carter couldn't help but praise, "just like me." ”

"Thankfully, I don't want her arms to be as thick as yours. Roland glanced at him, "How does it feel to be on a draw with the Transcendent Witch?"

"The moment I was knocked into the air, I thought I was fighting a battering ram, and my whole chest felt like it was shattered," Carter said honestly, "Seriously, it was terrible." ”

"There shouldn't be a next time," he laughs.

When another round of stand-up shooting was completed, the prince clapped at the nightingale and said, "So far so good, let's do a simulation training." ”

Nightingale inserted the pistol into her belt and walked over to the prince. In the bright sun, the sweat on the tip of her nose glistened a little.

"See those targets?" Roland pointed to the five half-length targets not far away, "They all have Divine Punishment Stones hanging on them, and you should be able to see them clearly in the fog." The next thing to do is combine your abilities and gunnery to take down these enemies in the shortest amount of time you can be exposed. ”

Since objects and space change all the time when in a foggy state, it is difficult to ensure that the bullet is flying towards the target. She had tried to shoot directly in the fog before, but nine out of ten bullets broke out of the fog and changed their trajectory, and one of them almost hit Roland who was standing behind her.

Therefore, when shooting, the Nightingale had to get out of the fog, and the shorter the exposure, the more difficult it was for her to be counterattacked by the enemy.

"Understood," she smiled and lifted her cloak with one hand, disappearing into thin air.

When the first shot rang out, Roland saw only a white figure quietly emerge, shattering the target as flames and gas erupted. Before the flying sawdust had fully hit the ground, she had already reached the back of the second target and pulled the trigger within three or four meters.

Then came the third and fourth...... She wasn't even completely out of the fog every time she shot, Roland couldn't see more detail than the silver pistol and the flash of fire, and it was difficult to even catch her position with his eyes, and the nightingale leaping through the fog seemed to teleport—a scene that could only be seen in movies before. In the blink of an eye, all five targets were shattered, and he blinked, and the nightingale returned to him.

"How's it going?" she asked with a smile.

"Uh......" Roland looked at the stunned Carter and asked, "What do you think?"

"I'm afraid no one will be able to catch Miss Nightingale," the Chief Knight took a deep breath, "not even the ashes with the Divine Punishment Stone on." ”

"So, am I a graduate?" she wiped the sweat from her nose and rubbed it on Roland.

"When...... Correct. (To be continued.) )