Walking through the snow-covered alleys, Olivia felt her chest getting warmer as she listened to the crunching sound under her feet.
Winter in the Northern Region was always the same. The sky was gray and gloomy, like a slab of stone over everyone's head. The earth was covered with white snow, and everything had lost its original color. Coupled with the cold and hunger, it was difficult for people not to feel bored in this monotonous scene.
However, she saw a color that she had never seen before.
The color was even brighter than a rainbow. Even in this season of howling wind and snow, it was as eye-catching as the stars in the sky.
The closer she got to it, the more impatient she became.
The end of the light pointed directly to her rented cottage.
If it were not for her livelihood, she would not even want to leave it.
That was her baby.
The baby of her and Gerald Wimbledon.
With him, she felt like she had the whole world.
Thinking of this, Olivia could not help but quicken her pace.
However, when she turned into the last alley, her heart suddenly clenched.
There were more than ten sets of footprints on the snow-white ground. Judging from their direction, they came from another alley and went straight to the entrance of the courtyard.
Olivia was living in this courtyard for the time being.
Her neighbors were all ordinary civilians. Even during spring and summer, there were few visitors, let alone during the Months of Demons. Why were there so many footprints?
All of a sudden, Olivia felt dizzy, and an indescribable fear welled up in her heart.
"No, calm down..." She kept telling herself that maybe it was just a group of robbers or refugees. Outsiders might think that the situation was equally bad, but for her, it was her last hope.
However, when she walked into the courtyard, trembling, she realized that even this glimmer of hope did not exist.
The door of her rented house was full of patrolmen in soft armor. One of them was dressed like a Knight. The badge on his chest indicated that he was from the Kant Family, which ruled the Northern Region.
"No —!"
Olivia did not know where she got her strength from. She dropped the milk cake that she had bought with great difficulty, lowered her head, and rushed to the door!
At that moment, she was ready to be killed.
As long as they pulled out their swords and stood in front of her, she would run into them!
However, to her surprise, they seemed to be indifferent to her appearance. They just slightly stepped aside and let her directly rush into the house.
Olivia tripped over the threshold. The cold ground tore her dress like a millstone, but the pain from her knees was insignificant. She crawled into the small bedroom with tears streaming down her face. She wanted to see her baby for the last time, but she did not see what she had expected.
A blue-haired woman was sitting at the head of the bed, playing with her baby expressionlessly. The nanny who usually took care of the baby was standing aside with her head bowed respectfully, as if she was the nanny of the nanny.
The woman raised her head and glanced at Olivia. With just one glance, Olivia understood that this woman was definitely not the same as her. Although she had an unforgettable appearance, she could not associate her with the common women. Gentle, delicate, charming, sensual... those words that belonged to women did not fit her. Even though she was holding the baby, there was no maternal light in her eyes.
Rather than saying that she was playing with a child, it would be more accurate to say that she was playing with a toy.
"Nice to meet you," the woman said slowly. "My name is Edith Kant. You should have heard of me."
"The Pearl of the Northern Region," Olivia's heart skipped a beat. She was the eldest daughter of Duke Kant, the legendary woman who could lead the Knight in battle? There was no one in the Northern Region who didn't know the name of Pearl. Even Gerald had mentioned her many times.
Some people even said that she was more difficult to deal with than the Duke himself.
"Greetings, Your Excellency." Olivia swallowed, bent down, and touched her head to the door. "May I ask why you're here..."
Edith waved her hand. The nanny immediately bowed and then left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
At this point, Olivia realized that the nanny she had found was arranged by the Kant family.
They had long discovered the secret of the baby.
"To make a long story short, His Majesty asked me to bring the bloodline of the Wimbledon family back to Neverwinter."
"And then... secretly execute him?" Olivia said with difficulty.
"If you just want to erase his existence, you can do it anywhere. There's no need to waste so much effort." Edith untied the cloth on the baby's head, revealing his light gray hair. "His Majesty needs a reason to deceive people. That's all."
Olivia was stunned. She really could not understand what Edith meant. "Your Excellency, I... don't quite understand..."
"It's not as complicated as you think." The Pearl of the Northern Region shrugged. "Have you ever heard of witches?"
...
After listening to Edith's story, Olivia spent a long time trying to connect the two things together. The conclusion she got was even more unbelievable than the Arabian Nights! "Roland Wimbledon is determined to marry a witch, so he wants to use Gerald's child to appease the public?" She did not know much about the ways of the nobles, but her intuition told her that this method was too unreasonable.
"Your Excellency, is it really necessary to do this?"
She clenched her teeth and plucked up her courage. "Your Excellency, please forgive me. Perhaps His Majesty has this idea now, but it doesn't mean that he will in the future. If something happens, Sherlock will..."
"Sherlock? Is that the child's name? " Edith raised her eyebrows. "It seems that you still don't understand your situation. His Majesty's order is absolute. You only have two choices. You can take a sum of money and go far away and never ask about this matter again. Or you can go to Neverwinter with him, but you can't show up in the name of his mother. You have to be a servant of a noble family. "
Olivia felt tears welling up in her eyes again. Yes, her identity was too humble to become a member of the royal family. "Who will take care of him for me?"
"No one."
"Huh?" She suddenly raised her head and tears flowed down the corner of her mouth.
"His Majesty isn't that unreasonable. If you choose the latter, except for changing your identity, everything else will be the same. You can still stay with him and watch him grow up. That noble family has been destroyed by the attack of the church, and Gerald's fiancée entrusted the child to you before she died. That's all the story. " Edith paused. "In addition, this news has already been announced in other territories, including the Northern Region. Just wait for two or three days, and you'll hear the whole story. If he wants to kill you, why does he need to announce it so openly? "
"Does the Pearl of the Northern Region mean that... His Majesty did this mainly to make me feel at ease?"
Olivia pressed her hand against her chest. She could not help but recall the scene of that night. She had been driven into a corner, so she had found Roland, who was still Prince Roland at that time, and he had indeed helped her. Although he might have some ulterior motives, if it were not for this, she would have been beaten by the tavern owner.
She took a deep breath, wiped her face, and stood up from the ground. Kneeling for such a long time made her legs numb, but she still managed to control her body. "Your Excellency, may I ask... does this child have a chance to become a king?"
"No." Edith's eyes flashed with a hint of interest. "Before we set off, His Majesty specifically told you not to have any illusions. If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment. Of course, this is forbidden to spread. "
"No, Your Excellency, I won't be disappointed. My biggest wish is for him to grow up safely." Olivia's voice became slower and slower, as if every word she said required all her strength. "However, this still doesn't solve the problem of His Majesty's successor. If he changes his mind and decides to make a real crown prince, the latter will definitely see Xie Luo as a thorn in his side. At that time, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive! " She looked straight into Edith's eyes and said word by word, "I know I can't change anything, but if you can't give me a reasonable answer, please kill me here and now!"
"Oh?" Edith narrowed her eyes.
It was the smell of bloodthirst.
In front of Edith, Olivia was as weak as a lamb.
Even so, Olivia still stuck out her chest and refused to give in. "If not, this day will come sooner or later. I can't kill Gerald Wimbledon's child with my own hands, Your Excellency! "
Of course, there was no answer. Even if there was, there was no need for Edith to tell a humble maid. That was all she could do... "I'm sorry, Gerald." Olivia closed her eyes and waited for the cold blade to cut her throat. "I'm sorry... my dear."
The child woke up from his sleep and cried as if he had sensed the impending departure.
Olivia tried her best to stop herself from opening her eyes.
She was afraid that she would not be able to make the decision if she saw him again.
However, the blow did not come.
Edith chuckled. "You can."
Olivia looked at Edith in disbelief.
Then the Pearl of the Northern Region opened her mouth and said the answer silently. It was an even more incredible answer, even beyond her imagination. But somehow, she believed Edith's words. Perhaps when one fell into a whirlpool, even a straw could be the last hope, let alone a drowning Olivia.
Rather than being convinced by Edith, it was more accurate to say that she had convinced herself.
Edith left the crying child to Olivia and turned to walk out of the door. "We'll leave in three days. Prepare your luggage."
"Your Excellency..." Olivia murmured as she passed by Edith. "There's a tavern owner in Deepvalley Town and an unknown guard of His Highness Gerald. They may know about this."
"I'll handle it. Don't worry," Edith said without looking back.
When the Pearl of the Northern Region left, Olivia hugged the child tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear. The child also calmed down and buried his head in her chest.
In her heart, she could not help but ask herself, "Is it really possible?"
In the silent conversation, she clearly saw the answer that Edith had said.
It was a simple phrase, but it had an enchanting power.
"Immortality."
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