The moonlight poured down from the window between the corridors, illuminating half of the woman's face, and her eyes reflected a faint blue light, like stars in the dark. Anna's body leaned against the door, mostly in the shadows, but the silhouette was still faintly visible—good nutrition made her not at all as thin as she had been at the beginning, and as a woman who had just come of age, she was in the right shape and contained the unique youthful charm of her age.

Roland pretended to be calm and walked forward slowly, and the other party also saw him, stood up straight, and looked at him.

"It was just an accident, I didn't know she would—" he began.

"I understand. ”

"The other party is still young, I don't care at all-"

"I understand, too. ”

Unlike what Roland expected, Anna didn't seem to be making trouble, there was no trace of displeasure on her face, but a serious look. There was not a single ripple in her lake-blue eyes, and Roland realized that the other party was still the woman who was straight, and she didn't like to disguise, and she didn't need to disguise. Sure enough, she took the initiative to say: "I can't dare to do such a ...... in front of everyone like lightning Bold act, so I had to wait for you here. ”

After saying this, she obviously saw a hint of blush on her cheeks, but even so, she did not flinch, her eyes were still looking directly at Roland, and her expression could be described as extremely serious.

Roland's heart beat two beats slower, and he wanted to say something, but all words seemed superfluous at the moment. She may mind Lightning's actions, but grievances or complaints are not her way of doing things, and she will only express her demands bluntly.

A child who is upright and hard working should not be rejected, he thought. Bending down, Roland put his cheek close to Anna, and the other party's snort blew slightly, like a spring breeze tugging at the heartstrings. The sound of slightly nervous breathing was clearly audible in the silent hallway, and then, a soft lip lightly imprinted on Roland's cheek.

"Good night, Your Highness. Anna said softly.

Wendy sat on the head of the bed and flipped through the books in her hands.

For her, this is a rare leisure time, and it is also a life that she could not have imagined when she was at Mutual Aid.

Not long after she came to town, she developed the habit of washing herself before going to bed, putting on a silk dressing gown, untied or buttoned, sitting cross-legged under the covers, putting soft pillows behind her waist, and reading books borrowed from His Highness.

It took a lot of time to set up the lightning today, so she didn't plan to go back to the back garden, and went straight to bed after washing.

This is a history book about the origins of the church.

Although she grew up in a monastery, she didn't know much about it. The nuns repeatedly admonished them to obey God's teachings, but never mentioned God's name - this puzzled her as a child, why the noblest god did not have a name?

The book is basically the same as the rumors she heard later, that there were three major churches on the continent at first, and each believed that the other was a heretic and believed in evil gods. This battle of faith lasted for nearly 100 years, and finally the current church won a great victory, declaring that the evil gods had been destroyed, and that there would be only one name for the gods in the future, and that was the word god itself.

The rest of the pages describe the glory and immortality of the Church, including the establishment of the old and new holy cities, and the victory over the evil witches. This was strange to Wendy, who had borrowed the History of the Grey Keep and A Brief History of the Continent from His Royal Highness Roland, the first of which chronicled the establishment, development, and events of the kingdom in almost every detail. For example, the name of each king, the status of their marriage, and the whereabouts of their children. The family branches recorded in the character chapter are like a detailed family tree.

A Brief History of the Continent focuses on the evolution of the four kingdoms, the alternation of power, and political struggles, but the lives of the rulers of each kingdom remain an important part of the record.

However, the history books of the church do not mention the name of any pope, or, like the gods, directly replace the names of successive leaders with the word pope. Looking at it throughout, it seems as if he alone has run through hundreds of years of history. This is not at all in line with common sense, and it is more about deliberately downplaying than documenting.

Just then, the nightingale suddenly appeared in the room. Wendy put down the book and looked at the other party with interest: "It's so late, you actually have time to come to me?"

The latter rubbed his neck and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, "Just sent Nanawa home, where's Lightning?"

"As soon as she fell into bed, she fell asleep, and her mouth kept talking about Daddy, Daddy," Wendy shrugged, "and she usually looks bold, but she's still a child." ”

"In your eyes, everyone is a child," Nightingale snatched the book from her hand, "Your Highness has said that try not to read at night, especially sitting on the bed to read, if there is not enough light, it is harmful to your eyesight." ”

"Yes, Yes, Your Highness said. ”

The two chatted for a while, from Silverlight City to the Desperate Mountains, from hearing that a witch had been killed in the town to joining hands with the prince to fight against the demon moon, the nightingale said a word, and Wendy also picked up a couple of words from time to time. This is the tacit understanding formed by the inseparable relationship between the two in the past five years. Time flowed slowly like this, until the candle was about to go out, and Wendy covered her mouth and smiled, "Why, I can't sleep when I see the lightning action?"

"What are you talking about......"

"What else could it be," Wendy smiled and shook her head, "Veronica, we're witches, you should know." ”

"......," the nightingale fell silent, and after a long time she whispered, "yes." ”

This is fate, a fate that all witches cannot escape. Wendy put away her smile and sighed lightly, "Roland Wimbledon is the fourth prince of the kingdom, and what we have to do is to help him ascend to the throne and become the king of the Grey Keep. He will govern the country well and give his sisters a place to live. ”

"But he was a king after all. When the time comes, he will marry the daughter of a duke, or the princess of another kingdom, and give birth to an heir. Or one person, or many, or boys, or girls. Boys would inherit the country, and girls would marry other nobles from prominent families. ”

Wendy paused for a moment and said the Nightingale, or rather, the unwanted words of all witches, "Veronica, we are witches, and witches cannot have offspring. ”

"Even if I think the most optimistically, after a hundred years of His Highness's rule, the sisters will finally be able to walk freely in every land of the kingdom like ordinary people. Occasionally, prominent witches enter the upper class and are canonized as nobles, but the fact that witches are unable to have children remains unchangeable. They would not have offspring to continue the family's success, and likewise, those families would not consider marrying a witch. Heaven has given us something, and at the same time it has taken something away from us. That's fate. She whispered, "Be merciful." ”

"I understand," she whispered.

......

After sending the nightingale away, Wendy didn't feel very good, but she believed that the other party could come out, after all, they had crossed so many difficulties, and they would not fall on this hurdle easily.

She believed so much.