"Lord Tilly!"
Walking into the lord's castle under the leadership of Nightingale, the five princesses did not expect that the first person to come out to greet her would be Sylvie. She happily ran to herself, without salute, bent down and hugged herself, "Why are you here, it's still autumn!"
"It's no different from winter," Tilly laughed. "What about the others?"
"Lian is building houses for the refugees, Evelyn and Candle should be still in the industrial area at this time, and Honey is training messengers in the back garden," Sylvie counted, "His Royal Highness has sent someone to inform They are."
"Don't worry, I think you'll be able to see them soon," a voice that sounded familiar but felt very unfamiliar sounded from behind Sylvie.
Tilly raised her head, and a gray-haired man was smiling at her. His appearance did not change much from what he remembered, but his smile and demeanor were completely different from before.
"Welcome to Border Town, my dear sister."
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Tilly's thoughts were surging, she had too many doubts to blurt out, but her face remained calm, and followed Roland Wimbledon into a room that looked like a study.
"Please sit down," the other party poured a cup of warm black tea and handed it to him, "I haven't seen you for a whole year, I know you have a lot to talk to me about, and so do I... But don't worry," he looked The snow scene outside the window, "This year's winter is still very long."
She held the cup and didn't answer, but sat at the mahogany table and quietly looked at the fourth prince.
Just from this opening remark, Tilly felt that it was not the older brother who could tell that he was cowardly and timid. The Roland Wimbledon in front of him is completely different. He is trying to control the initiative of the dialogue. Although his tone is soft and gentle, it is completely the style of the superior.
"Nightingale," Roland tilted his head.
"But Your Highness..." The voice of the leading witch came from the room.
"It doesn't matter, she's my sister."
"Okay," Nightingale was silent for a while, then showed her figure and left the room sullenly.
"It's just me and you now," he smiled and returned to the square table,
Tilly was silent for a moment, "Who are you... who are you?"
She thought that the other party would hesitate or pretend to be mysterious, but she didn't expect him to answer very quickly, "I'm your brother, Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince of Graycastle." Then he laughed, "I know that I have changed a lot. It's big, but I'm willing to explain it to you slowly."
Tilly suddenly remembered what he had written in the letter. As for what made me make this decision, and what made me stop being indifferent to everything like I used to, I can talk about these trivial matters slowly when I have the opportunity. Perhaps it was this sentence that prompted her to make up her mind to come to this remote town.
She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "I'll listen carefully."
The whole story is not complicated, but it is very exciting. After listening to Roland telling all his experiences after being sealed in Border Town, Tilly found that her teacup was empty. She let out a long breath and reviewed the narrative again. To put it simply, a witch named Anna touched Roland. Through the rescued witch, he saw the evil of the church and the bewitching of the people. Afterwards, Garcia's assassination made him feel the darkness under the power of the royal family. Even if he hides in a corner, he can't escape the evil that follows him. He finally decided to change all of this.
Although this paragraph sounds a little dramatic, it is barely an explanation, but the problem is that those bizarre knowledge, whether it is a steam engine or a musket, cannot be known by a momentary insight.
"So, is the final factor causing all this, or the memory that suddenly popped up in your head?" Tilly asked.
"Indeed," Roland said seriously, "I know it's unbelievable, but it's the truth... After I narrowly escaped the assassination of the third sister, I woke up from a coma and understood this. Incentives, then the content of the memory is the help that I want to change the status quo."
a witch? Tilly thought to herself that the possibility of replacement and control is not high. Sylvie has confirmed that the ability of the witches of the Mutual Aid Society is not mysterious. They have to do special exercises every day. No one's ability belongs to these two categories. Not even close.
The only possibility is to occupy, and she does not rule out the ability to gain the other's mind by occupying the body. But this guess is just as slim. No matter how he is not favored by his father, Roland Wimbledon is still the undisputed Prince of Graycastle. The Stone of God's Retaliation is not uncommon to him, and there are always knights and personal guards around to protect him. It is impossible for a witch who has no hidden ability to approach him easily.
And, even with such a witch, how could it be possible to know so much beyond the ordinary? She rummaged through the palace library when she was a child, and was taught by several white-haired and erudite palace tutors, but even they never talked about using steam and snow powder to replace the knowledge of animal power and swords.
In this way, bizarre knowledge and bizarre encounters are somewhat matched.
"How do you prove that you are Roland Wimbledon, not the extra memory?"
Tilly knew that this question was rather rude, and if she were the fourth prince from before, she would definitely be furious and leave the table angrily.
"Because I still remember those things that happened in the palace," the other party's tone was still calm, "I think the essence of distinguishing a person is the unique memory. If a witch becomes exactly like you, if the memory is different, she is essentially It's still someone else. I've got a lot of weird memories, but I can't remember where they came from. And the way you cried when I threw it on the shards of glass is still vivid in my eyes, so that's proof. He paused, "Of course... I haven't had time to apologize to you, I hope it's not too late."
Tilly was silent, Roland in front of him was clean and sincere, as if he was telling an unquestionable fact. Obviously, no matter from which point of view, he is much better than the former dandy prince, but he still has doubts in his heart.
"It's… unbelievable."
"It's normal," Roland seemed to see through her thoughts. "Many things would be unbelievable until I experienced them in person. I didn't expect my sister to wake up as a witch and hide from the palace. Everyone in here. But... as I said at the beginning, this winter is still a long one, and we can take it slow."
This is probably the most suitable solution for now, Tilly nodded, "Then the next few months... I'll trouble you."
"Leave it to me, you will like it here.".
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