"Go away, filthy beggar!"

Someone pushed her hard, but she didn't move, instead watching the other person stagger back two steps.

The arrogant look suddenly disappeared from his face, and after glaring at her fiercely, the other party left in a gloomy manner.

Unmoved, she continued to move towards the crowd. At the sight of this tattered woman, most of them frowned and avoided it. In this way, she slowly moved to the inner gate of the Grey Keep royal capital.

It's already a crowded place. Although there are no traditional walls or gates in the inner city, a symbolic gate made of wooden strips and garlands has been erected here. On either side of the door stood a line of samurai dressed in full-body armor, their delicate armor shining brightly in the sunlight. The eagle-shaped hollow armor with wings spread over the shoulders and the iris decoration hanging from the chest, combined with the handsome faces of the samurai, made a group of rich women shout.

The red fluffy cloaks behind the samurai dragged all the way to the ground, looking like a red wall from a distance. It was these handsome and mighty warriors who split the crowd and cleared a path several feet wide behind the gate.

Flags are displayed along the roadside, and many long strips of golden flags hang from the top of the flagpole, which has a solemn feeling. The flags are embroidered with many different patterns, the most common of which is the Tower Lance. She knew that the motif represented the royal family of the Grey Keep, the host of today's ceremony.

Today is the coming-of-age ceremony of Tilly Wimbleton, the daughter of the Five Princes.

As early as a week ago, this incident had been publicized and known all over the city. In addition to the local nobles of Grey Castle, there were also many envoys from other kingdoms. They carried gifts and marriage contracts, hoping to gain the favor of the five royal daughters.

The Church will also send a bishop to officiate at the ceremony, which will be held in the Dawn Square in the center of the city. At that time, the royal family will distribute porridge and soup, which is why it attracts so many people.

But she didn't come for the food.

Her target is the archbishop.

Presumably, killing an archbishop in front of everyone in the royal capital will inevitably make the church lose its face and lose its majesty. This sweet taste of revenge always excites her. She touched her chest, where she hid a snatched dagger that, though of inferior quality, was enough to kill a mortal.

At this moment, a mountain of cheers suddenly sounded in the crowd, interrupting her thoughts. She looked into the inner city, where the Knights of the Kingdom were slowly marching in a neat procession. The knights at the front were dressed in glittering clothes, and behind them raised their cloaks with red backgrounds and gold trims, like clusters of dancing flames.

Behind the knight was a carriage dragged by four horses, the walls of which were carved with the royal emblem of the Grey Castle, and the wheels and frame were gilded in gold. Bright red pennants float on the roof of the car, and silk embroidered with gold silk hangs from the corners of the carriage, and the whole procession looks like a moving sea of gold.

The crowd accompanied the convoy towards Dawn Square, and she mixed in with the crowd and entered the perimeter of the square—the inner ring had been isolated by the guards, and only the nobles could watch the ceremony up close. She calculated that it would only take a few breaths for her to rush over, and that once the archbishop ascended the square, it would be impossible for him to escape from his hands.

The royal children jumped out of the carriage one after another. Slowly walking up to the central podium were probably the five children of Wimbledon III.

Among them, she saw Tilly Wimbleton, the daughter of the Five Princes.

There is no doubt that the Five Princesses are the protagonists of the day—her eyes radiate a bright light, as transparent as jewels, her simple parted bangs and her long, crisp gray hair without any embellishments, her appearance is particularly outstanding among her siblings, and the pattern of her dress is not complicated, and her temperament is perfectly matched. And the most incredible thing is that she actually looked beyond the layers of crowds and directly on herself. Then, she nodded slightly as if she had said hello, a smile on her lips.

It was definitely not an illusion, and in an instant, she had the same feeling—a feeling that was intimate, like friends who had known each other for many years, soft and sweet. It does not come from the identification of blood, identity or status, but from ...... Magical resonance.

Unconsciously, she let go of the handle of the knife she was holding and quietly stared at the woman on the stage.

After the ceremony, she was approached by two guards and tried to bring her into the palace.

As long as there was a refusal, the guards could not stop her. But she didn't ask anything, and followed the two into the inner city, and finally entered the palatial palace through the side path.

In a secret room of the palace, she stood in front of the five princesses.

「...... I see. 」

"What an unfortunate story, that's how you ended up in the Grey Keep. 」

"Don't worry, you don't have to wander anymore, you can stay with me. 」

"I'll give you a good make-up so they don't recognize you again. 」

"I inquired, the monastery was destroyed by fire, and the whereabouts of all the children are unknown. The entire building is left in ruins and ash. 」

"Did you have a name before?"

"In that case, let's call you ashes. 」

......

Ash opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was Maisie's face.

The other party first blinked, and then hugged him, "You've finally woken up!"

She tried to move her fingers, but there was no weakness or numbness as expected, and there was no sharp pain in her lower back.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"One afternoon," said Maisie, "Nanava said that she could wake you up at any time as soon as she was healed. However, at this time, the body will be very tired, so take a break and wake up with a lot of energy. ”

Ash patted Maisie on the head, slowly sat up from the bed, lifted her clothes, and found her abdomen intact. The huge wound was like a nightmare, and when you wake up, it dissolves into nothingness.

"She's ...... How will I be treated?"

"I guess you don't want to know," Maisie pouted, seeing Ash's insistent look before saying, "They scattered you ...... Well, collect the parts back, fill your stomach, and then Nanava uses her magic to restore them to their original shape - listen to Lightning, the more parts you collect, the faster she heals. If the limb is completely missing, there is no way for her to get it back. ”

Ash felt goosebumps pop up, "and the dirt and grass clippings ...... on it."

"Once the wound healed, the dirt was drained out, and her ability seemed to be able to tell what was useful and what wasn't. ”

She breathed a sigh of relief, rolled over and got out of bed, trying to feel the strength of her body. As a result, as Nanawa said, when she woke up, not only did she not feel weak, but she felt stronger than before.

Ash put on his black robe, looked out the window at the sky, and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" asked Maisie.

"See His Royal Highness the Prince. She said without looking back. (To be continued.) )