The moonlight shone 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 darkness. Anna's body was leaning against the door, most of it was hidden in the shadows, but the outline was still faintly visible - good nutritional supplements made her not as thin and thin as she was at first, as a woman who has just grown up, her figure is just right , contains the unique youthful charm of this age.
Roland pretended to be calm and walked forward slowly. The other party saw him, stood up straight, and met his eyes.
"It was just an accident, I didn't know she would—" he began.
"I see."
"The other party is still young, I don't care about it at all—"
"I also understood."
Different from what Roland expected, Anna didn't seem to be making trouble. There was no displeasure on her face, but a serious expression. There were no waves in her lake blue eyes, and Roland realized that the other party was still the straight woman, and she didn't like disguise, and she didn't need disguise. Sure enough, she took the initiative to say: "I can't dare to do such a bold act in front of everyone like Lightning, so I have to wait for you here."
After saying this, her cheeks clearly saw a hint of blush, but even so, she did not flinch, her eyes still looked directly at Roland, and her expression was extremely serious.
Roland's heartbeat slowed by two beats. He wanted to say something, but all words seemed superfluous at this 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.
Straight and hard-working kids shouldn't be rejected, he thought. Bending down, Roland put his cheek close to Anna, and the other party's breath blew slightly, like a spring breeze plucking at the heartstrings. The slightly nervous breathing was clearly audible in the silent corridor, and then, a soft lip pressed lightly on Roland's cheek.
"Good night, Your Highness." Anna whispered.
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Wendy sat on the head of the bed, flipping through the books in her hands.
For her, this is a rare leisure time, and it is also a life that she can't even think about when she is in the mutual aid association.
Not long after she came to the town, she developed the habit of washing her body before going to bed, putting on a silk nightgown, neither tied nor buttoned, sitting cross-legged under the quilt, cushioning the soft pillows on the bed Behind the waist, a book borrowed from His Royal Highness.
It took a lot of time to place 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 on the origins of the church.
Although she grew up in a convent, she didn't know much about it. The senior nun repeatedly told them to obey God's instructions, but she never mentioned God's name - which made her puzzled when she was a child. Everyone has a name, why doesn't the most noble god not
The records in the book are basically the same as the rumors she heard later. At first, there were three major churches on the mainland, and they believed that each other was heresy and believed in evil gods. This battle of beliefs lasted for nearly a hundred years. In the end, the current church has won a great victory, and declared that the evil god has been eliminated, and that God will have only one taboo name in the future, and that is the word god itself.
The following pages are devoted to the glory and immortality of the church, including the founding of the Old Holy City and the New Holy City, and the victory over the evil witch. This made Wendy feel very strange. She had borrowed "The History of Greycastle" and "A Brief History of the Continent" from His Royal Highness Roland. The first book recorded the establishment, development and major events of the kingdom in almost every detail. For example, each king's name, marital status, and the whereabouts of his children. The family branches recorded in the character chapter are like a detailed genealogy.
"A Brief History of the Continent" focuses on the evolution of the four kingdoms, the alternation of power and political struggle, but the life of the rulers of each kingdom is still an important record.
But the history books of the church did not mention the name of any pope, or, like the gods, directly replaced the names of the previous leaders with the word pope. Looking at the whole article, it seems that he has gone through hundreds of years of history alone. This is not in line with common sense at all, rather than a record, it is a deliberate downplay.
At this moment, Nightingale suddenly appeared in the room. Wendy put down the book and looked at each other with great interest: "It's so late, you have time to come to me?"
The latter rubbed his neck, walked to the bed and sat down, "Just after sending Nana home, where's Lightning?"
"I fell asleep as soon as I fell on the bed, and I kept reciting my father and my father," Wendy shrugged. "I usually see her bold and bold, but she is still a child."
"In your eyes, everyone is a child," Nightingale snatched the book from her hand, "His Royal Highness said, try not to read books at night, especially reading books while sitting on the bed. If there is not enough light, it will be harmful to your eyesight."
"Yes, His Highness said."
The two chatted for a while, from the Silver Light City to the Desolate Mountain Range, from hearing that a witch was killed in the town to joining hands with the prince to fight against the Demon Moon, Nightingale kept saying a word, and Wendy occasionally caught up with them. sentence. This is the tacit understanding formed by the two inseparable in the past five years. Time flowed slowly like this, and when the candle was about to go out, Wendy covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Why, can't you fall asleep seeing the lightning's action?"
"what are you talking about… "
"What else," Wendy smiled and shook her head, "Veronica, we are witches, you should know."
"..." Nightingale fell silent, and after a long while, she replied softly, "En."
This is fate, the fate that all witches cannot escape. Wendy put away her smile and sighed lightly, "Roland Wimbledon is the fourth prince of the kingdom, and all we have to do is to help him ascend the throne and become the king of Greycastle. He will govern the country well and give his sisters A shelter."
"But he is a king after all. When the time is right, he will marry the daughter of a duke, or a princess of another kingdom, and have children. One, or many, or boys, or girls. "Boys will inherit the country, and girls will marry other nobles from prominent families."
Speaking of which, Wendy paused for a moment and said Nightingale, or the words that all witches don't want to hear, "Veronica, we are witches, and witches cannot have offspring."
"Even with the most optimistic thoughts, after your Highness has ruled for a hundred years, the sisters will finally be no different from ordinary people, and can walk freely in every land of the kingdom. Occasionally, there will be outstanding witches who enter the upper class and are canonized as nobles. But the fact that witches are infertile remains unalterable. They will not have offspring to continue their family's glory, and likewise, those families will not consider marrying a witch. God has given us something and taken something from us. This is fate." She whispered softly, "May you be merciful."
"I see," she whispered.
…
After sending Nightingale away, Wendy felt uncomfortable, but she believed that the other party could come out. After all, they had gone through so many difficulties and would not easily fall on this hurdle.
She was so convinced.