Three days later, in the castle garden.

"Sister Anna......" Nanawa pulled Anna's cuffs.

"Huh?" the latter turned his head.

"Do you think, Sister Nightingale...... There's something strange about her. ”

"Strange?" Anna was stunned, "You mean her clothes?"

The nightingale stood beside Roland, who was not wearing the strange patterned robe that was never washed, but like herself, dressed in the strange costume invented by His Royal Highness the Prince. Although Anna didn't want to admit it, the other party's tall figure showed the advantages of this outfit to the fullest—shapely legs, a slender waist, and long curly hair. Paired with a cape and a peaked hat, anyone will be the first to catch their eyes on her.

"It's not clothes," Nanawa muttered, "don't you think that the tone in which she speaks to His Royal Highness and the way she looks at His Royal Highness have become different from before?"

"Is there one?"

"......" Nanava pouted, "Well, Sister Anna, don't blame me for not reminding you then. ”

Inexplicably, Anna shook her head and ignored her, instead focusing on the other two new witches.

The one named Lightning looked about the size of Nanawa, but she was dressed differently. Anna roughly counted at least a dozen pockets sewn into her rag-like coat.

As for the other witch, Wendy, she was not wearing the same patterned robe as Nightingale when she first met, but ordinary women's casual clothes. But there is one thing that Anna is particularly concerned about, and that is the other party's chest...... It's just grandiose.

"Since you've all agreed to sign the contract, let's do our first training," Roland is now comfortable with the training experience of the first two witches, "Lightning, you come first." ”

"Oh!" Lightning raised his hand and walked out of the shed.

There was a light snow outside, and there was no wind, and the little girl easily floated into the air, waiting for Roland's next command.

"Try your fastest flight speed first!" Roland said with his head tilted.

"Hey, look at me," she said, gesturing a thumbs up, making a starting stance, and spun around the castle quickly.

Roland visually measured his speed, about 60 to 80 kilometers per hour, which was based on his own experience of running at high speed back to his hometown every year. In terms of flight alone, this is not too fast, it is close to that of a normal pigeon. But to hear that she was able to fly with Nightingale and Wendy on the way home is an exaggeration.

What is the concept of taking off with a weight of 100 kilograms? Roland had a piston machine with a 100-kilogram bomb in his mind......

But the next experiment shattered his rosy illusions.

When the weight exceeded 50 kilograms (about 110 pounds), the flight altitude of the lightning dropped sharply, from more than 100 meters to about 10 meters, and after changing to a weight of nearly 100 kilograms, she could only fly two meters close to the ground

In other words, if you want the Lightning to turn into a bomber, even if it is a bag of explosives weighing several kilograms, she will enter the range of the opponent's crossbow due to the height problem.

But Roland quickly thought of a new use for the little girl - whether it was reconnaissance or artillery shooting, she was the perfect candidate. The encirclement and annihilation plan that had been bothering him before seemed to have found a glimmer of light.

While the prince tests Lightning's abilities, Wendy looks at him quietly.

After leaving the monastery, she met many people, commoners, farmers, artisans, soldiers, and nobles during her fifteen years of wandering. They are always like a mold, when they don't know that they are witches, they show longing and admiration, but once they know their identity as witches, their longing and affection will instantly turn into fear and hatred, and at the same time, there is an evil desire that makes Wendy almost want to vomit.

She had thought that she would only be in the company of witches in her life, and that she would never be able to get close to any man again. This is also the reason why she intends to refuse the nightingale...... Not out of distrust, but out of fear from within.

But Roland Wimbledon changed her mind.

He looked at himself with such an ordinary gaze as he had seen it countless times, and when she first saw Roland in Nightingale's room, she thought it was because he had hidden it so well, and that Nightingale was by his side. But for the next few days, his expression remained the same.

Could it be that His Royal Highness the Prince's vision is much higher than that of ordinary nobles?

And the contract, which Wendy thought was just a formality. But when she opened the reading, she found that it was densely filled with clauses, not only stipulating responsibilities, but also writing down the rights she had.

It's incredible! Bringing witches under your command and not depriving them of their liberty is so generous, and they still tell themselves of their rights in the contract?

For example, in clause 2.1 (the first time Wendy has seen this way of writing), she can take paid leave, which means that she can just take money and not work. Next, the witch should complete the experimental project assigned by the employer, but when the witch feels that some of the projects are difficult to complete or unwell, she can apply for change or rejection. Next, the employer shall provide and guarantee the safety, lodging, food, and remuneration of the witch, and the witch may unilaterally terminate the contract when this part of the condition is not met.

These terms read a bit awkward, but the meaning is clear: the witch who signed the contract was not the personal property of the prince, and she also had rights equal to responsibility. In this contract, she sensed the sincerity of the other party - if it was just for the sake of formality, there was no need to list the treaty in such detail.

Thinking of this, Wendy couldn't help but look at the nightingale, she was very aware of the other party's experience, and she also understood her dislike for nobles from the bottom of her heart. And now, when the nightingale was talking to Roland, there was a different kind of emotion in her tone and demeanor - a change that she herself probably did not know.

It had only been two months since he left the army and went to the border town alone, and after only two months of getting along, Nightingale had completely trusted the man.

Judging from the fact that she would rather cut ties with the Aid Society and return to the Border Town, in her heart, she was afraid that His Highness Roland Wimbledon would have more hope than the Aid Society to bring the witch a true home. The Mentor's approach was also poignant, and the founder of the Mutual Aid Society seemed to have forgotten how difficult it was for any sister to survive.

Wendy knew she couldn't go back. Now that fate has brought you here, why don't you trust a nightingale again? just as I have believed in her countless times in the past.

"Wendy?"

"Ah......h

She smiled apologetically and headed out of the house.

If you make up your mind, you can't lose to your juniors, right?

Just then, the hum of the trumpets was heard again in the west, and the sound echoed through the mountains, breaking the silence of the town.