Count Quinn froze for a moment, not even noticing that the glass in his hand had slipped to the ground.

The moment he saw her, two names involuntarily came to his mind - the former accompanied him for most of his life, but ended up depressed because of the loss of his beloved, and the latter was the lost beloved, and the person who would never see him again. Although she had grown much taller and looked more outstanding after nearly ten years of separation, he could still tell that the two were so similar in appearance that he almost blurted out the former's name.

"Father, do you know her?" Horn's words made him finally come back to his senses from his trance.

Hoford slowly stood up and asked in a deep voice, "Are you ...... Andrea?"

"What? You say she's ...... The ......, that one who has died," Horn's eyes widened, looking back and forth at the two staring at each other, muttering incredulously.

"Master, it's really the eldest lady!" the old butler's expression was more excited than anyone else, "I will never admit that I am wrong, she has simply inherited all the characteristics of the lady!"

"Looks like you remember me," Andrea said with a blank face, "and then the rest will be much easier to talk about." ”

Hofford's heart couldn't help but chuckle, her daughter's awakening as a witch was a secret to most people, even her mother, her own wife Fenahie, was kept in the dark. When Andrea's servant told him about it, he made the decision to push the servant into the river, disguise himself as an accidental drowning, and use his cronies to orchestrate the carriage crash.

Although he knew that doing so might make the other person hate him, hatred was also a way to commemorate the person who said goodbye. It's just that once they meet again, such indifferent feelings become a sharp thorn.

Especially when he wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing in the first place, the sting became more and more obvious.

But the Count knew there was more to it than it was to question what was right and wrong in the past.

He suppressed all the doubts and thoughts in his heart, and waved to Horn, "You go out first." ”

"Father!" the latter worried.

"Do as I say!" Hoverd's tone was unmistakable.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Horn reluctantly left the room.

"Don't alarm the others," the Count then instructed the butler, "and at the same time close the gate of the courtyard, and the lights in the foyer are extinguished, and if anyone in the house asks, say that I am drafting papers, and no one is to disturb me, understand?"

"I'll do it!" but......" the butler touched his head, "what about those friends that the eldest lady brought?"

"Friend?" he glanced at Andrea suspiciously, "Let's take it to the banquet hall first, and have a good reception." ”

"Yes, sir!"

As the door creaked shut, the study fell silent. The two looked at each other like this for a long time, until the Earl couldn't help but break the silence first, "Although you and my daughter look a little similar, I can't just assume that you must be Andrea. After all, she was only sixteen when she left, and it's been almost ten years now......" he paused, "I mean, do you have any other way to prove yourself?"

In fact, he had already believed in the other party's origin, and he was just trying to find an affirmation - no matter how perfect the disguise technique was, it could not change a person's inside. From her every move, the Count could see the shadow of the glowing flower of the past.

Andrea didn't answer, but opened her hands directly, and then a golden magic bow appeared in her hand. The longbow with its sparkling brilliance gradually coalesced, shrinking little by little, and finally evolved into a unique appearance - a gift he had made for his daughter's birthday.

At this point, Hofford no longer had any doubts in his mind that the bow and arrow, which was suitable for beginners, had long been destroyed along with the carriage, and even he could not accurately describe its appearance now.

And Andrea, who has been particularly interested in archery since she was a child, has obviously always kept it in mind.

"Sure enough, it's you......," the count sighed, "why did you come back? ”

"Is that all?" Andrea retracted her longbow, "not out of fear of being known to outsiders, but the Prime Minister has a daughter who has been tempted by the devil to fall intory?" There is no real safe place for witches, and if it weren't for my luck and meeting a group of people with the same fate, I am afraid that I would have died in a foreign land by now. ”

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't refute it, because it was also one of his concerns at the time. If the revelation that Andrea is a witch is revealed, the whole family may be in danger - not everyone can comfortably shackle their loved ones and send them to the church or other nobles. Rather than leaving the Quinn family to face this difficult choice, it would be better for him to make the decision alone.

"But that's all in the past, and I'm not here to settle old scores. "You must be curious as to why I was able to enter the Earl's Court with such dignity, after all, the guards will not easily believe my words. In addition, after seeing the housekeeper, I waited outside the door for a while, is the one called your father the heir of the family? When did I have another brother like this?"

"He's coming from a branch...... Your mother died a year after you left, and the Quinn family needs an heir. Hoford whispered.

If it hadn't been for the accident ten years ago, this position would have belonged to the eldest daughter.

After hearing the news, Andrea was stunned at first, and then there was a touch of gloom in her eyes. She was silent for a moment before she spoke, "No matter what, there is no way to change the head of the Quinn family for the time being. Your Majesty wants you to go one step further and not retreat into the background now. As it stands, he does not endorse any agent except Earl Quinn, the head of the three families. ”

"What do you mean?" Hoford couldn't understand the meaning of his words for a moment, "What do you mean by Your Majesty—"

"Of course, the King of the Grey Keep, His Majesty Roland Wimbleton, and I have come here on his behalf. Andrea took a deep breath and asked word by word, "Lord Earl, are you willing to become the new Lord of the Dawn?"

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