Tilly sat at her desk, writing a secret letter to the Isle of Sleep on a small note. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Since it had to be sent by a flying messenger, she had to keep the handwriting as small as possible and make the meaning as concise as possible.

The content is actually not complicated, it can be summarized in two or three sentences, but for some reason, she can't stop the pen in her hand. It was as if there was an emotion pulling her back, making her unconsciously babble like writing a letter to her family - it was a rare thing for her to let her mind get out of control.

However, Tilly was surprised to realize that this feeling was not bad.

Since it wasn't a matter of life and death, she let it go.

The delicate ink marks slowly spread on the letterhead, giving rise to a warm charm.

"Dear Camilla. 」

"The Demon Moon is over, and peace has returned to the West. The Victory Day celebrations were particularly interesting, remember what I told you about hot pot? Roland moved this practice directly to the town square, boiling it into a thick soup in four huge iron pots, and then throwing pieces of meat, vegetable leaves, whole chicken, and bird's kiss mushrooms into the soup, and the fragrance wafting out could be smelled even on the other side of the Chishui River. He also said that hot pot is a specialty of Neverwinter and has to be tasted. 」

"At Roland's instigation, everyone followed suit and threw all kinds of food into the pot, and I have to say that with a fresh soup base, whatever you eat tastes good in your mouth. Whether it's the town hall officials, the witch union, or the common people, there is no difference between them, which is probably impossible to see before. Just by witnessing this exuberant scene, it is hard to imagine that it will not be long before a cruel war will befall the world that will decide the fate of all. That's why it's so precious. 」

"I'm writing this to tell you that Neverwinter is an incredible place to be—I'm not trying to make you let go of your preconceptions about nobility, but Roland Wimbledon wasn't a nobleman at all. Don't be surprised, I'm just confirming my previous suspicions, and he's just like us, and the so-called aristocracy is just a thing of the past, or a cover-up. So you should also come and see this nascent city, the Sleepy Island needs to be garrisoned, but I don't want you to use this duty as a cage to bind yourself. 」

"By the way, this time our witches of the Evil Moon are no longer just sitting on the sidelines, and Roland's main plan to conquer the Far South revolves around Ash, Andrea, and Echo. As for the interesting things that happened in the desert, I won't go into them here, but I can talk about them in detail later. I believe that when the other sisters come over, the power of the Sleeping Isle will become more and more important. 」

"For the Sleeping Island Butler?" Just then, a hand suddenly reached behind Tilly's back, placing a cup of azure drink in front of her.

"Well," she smiled slightly, knowing that the other party was Ash without looking back, "I just happened to write about you, do you want to read it?"

"Still not," Ash whispered, rubbing her shoulder, "I still have to prepare dinner today." ”

"Go ahead, I'm looking forward to your delicious cooking," Tilly laughed. Witches usually dine with Roland in the castle drawing-room, so the small kitchen in the residence rarely has a fire, but the two have been separated for months, and Ash wants to share a dinner with her alone, of course, she will not refuse, not to mention that the other party has mysteriously claimed a magical condiment from the far south.

She took a sip of the Chaos Drink, which was as refreshing as an ice fountain, and then picked up her pen and wrote it down.

"After all this small talk, let's get down to business. 」

"According to my agreement with him, the beginning of spring is the time of migration, and now it is time to act, and my mind has not changed, everything is as expected, or even more perfect, so just follow the plan - I am sure you are well prepared. 」

"After the end of the evil moon, the trade routes of the fjords will soon be busy, and it will be difficult to hire enough ships and sailors for a while. If you run into such trouble, you can ask Thunder for help, he is gathering adventurers to explore the sea line, and ships and people are not a problem. Thunder will stay in the fjord until the steel ship Roland built for him is launched, and he will definitely help us with this as long as we contact him. 」

"And don't forget to spread the word to the lords and merchants of the Fjord Islands that we're going to be there, and that the Sleeping Charm will continue to be open to everyone. Don't worry about some of the witches being too far away from the fjord, the harbor in the Westside Shoal is now in use, and Roland plans to build a new harbor at Cape Endless for resupply, so that Neverwinter's ships can easily reach the fjord. 」

"And I have a hunch that it won't be long before this route becomes the busiest trade route between the mainland and the archipelago, and that crossing the strait will become the norm, especially when the renovated paddle steamers in the harbor are completed. 」

"Remember, Camilla. Moving to the Westside is not the same as abandoning the Sleeping Isles. Neverwinter is the front line against the devil and the most dangerous fortress since the start of the War of the Divine Will, and as members of the human race, we should do our part to contribute to the fight against the enemy. But even Roland was not sure of victory, and when the western frontier was captured by the enemy, the only place we could go was the Fiordland Islands. 」

"It's best not to happen, but no matter what, as long as Sleeping Island is around, there's hope. 」

"Take care. 」

"Tilly Wimbledon. 」

After the Five Princesses finished writing, they breathed a sigh of relief, Camilla Darui was originally a member of the old royal capital aristocracy, and she was quite aware of the dirty deeds among the nobles, which also made her completely lose confidence in this class. Although she still supported all the decisions she had made, the last time she spoke, the Grand Butler had a vague sense of staying on the Sleeping Island forever.

However, in Tilly's mind, Sleepy Island is important, but it should not be a lonely place. The left-behind ones take turns, and everyone has the opportunity to come to Grey Castle and re-experience the life of a normal person, which is what she wants to see. Of course, this letter may not be completely relieved of Camilla's feelings, but as more and more witches learn about the West, she believes that the other party will change her initial opinion.

Tilly put down the quill pen and rolled the letter into a circle of strips, which she tied tightly with string.

When Honey was called, she was startled to see five or six paper circles on the table.

"Are they all destined for Sleeping Isle?" she asked.

"Well, and it's all going to be in the hands of Camilla," Tilly nodded, "...... Isn't it too much?"

"It's okay, since it's a letter from Her Highness Tilly, I'll send it anyway!" Honey patted her chest, "I'll go catch two seabirds for you now, not to mention a secret letter, even if it's a honey-grilled fish!"

Watching the little girl jump out of the room, the five princesses couldn't help but go to the window and look in the direction of the fjord islands.

Soon, witches who have been forced to leave their homeland will set foot on this land again.

From Neverwinter onwards, everything about them will be rewritten.

By then, the Westside will be many times more lively than it is now.

She looked forward to that day with all her heart.