Scroll knocked on the door, and soon a response came from inside, "Please come in."
She pushed the door open and entered. Anna was sitting at the table by the window, reading a thick book. The sunlight spilled in through the window, elongating the woman's shadow. Her soft cheeks and neck were dazzlingly white under the light, and the flaxen hair covering her shoulders was almost dyed pale gold.
After getting along with her for almost a week, Scroll had basically figured out her temperament. For example, she was straightforward, never beat around the bush, calm and quiet, and especially eager to learn … In short, it was difficult to find a child born in a civilian family like Anna, who had a pure and peaceful heart.
"Aren't you going to play that … card game?" Scroll pulled a stool and sat next to Anna. In the past two days, the sisters would rush back to the castle after finishing their practice, and then crowded in Soroya's room to play the so-called Gwent card game, competing with each other for the other's cards, seemingly never getting tired of it. Even Nana Pine, who came to play with Anna every day, after learning how to play, rarely appeared less often. Unlike a few days ago, she could always see the little girl with the magical healing ability in the room.
"I want to read more books," Anna turned to the next page, "I don't have your ability, so I can only spend more time on this."
She read almost everything, from historical biographies to long poems, including all kinds of folk stories she had heard from the streets, as long as they were collected into a book, she would read them with relish.
Scroll lovingly stroked her head. "Don't worry, I'll tell you everything I remember."
This is the child who changed the fate of the survivors of the Witch Cooperation Association, Scroll thought. If not for her, Nightingale would not have gone to Border Town halfway, would not have met the 4th Prince of Graycastle, and would not have had all the subsequent events. In a sense, she was the savior of all witches.
This was also the reason why Scroll had a good impression of Anna from the beginning, and the latter had quickly accepted her after seeing the Book of Magic, and expressed great envy, which made Scroll feel somewhat ridiculous. In the Witch Cooperation Association, no sister had ever envied her ability. On the other hand, Anna's magic capacity was the largest among all the witches Nightingale had ever seen, and her green flame was also very powerful.
"Your hair is a little long," Scroll said, lifting up Anna's bangs that were about to cover her eyes. "Has no one ever cut your hair?"
She shook her head. "I broke them myself."
Scroll's interest was immediately piqued. "Twisted hair doesn't look good, let me help you trim it."
"You know how to make this?"
"In the Witch Cooperation Association, I cut most of the sisters' hair," Scroll chuckled. "Wait a moment, I'll go get the tools."
She quickly returned with a cloth bag in her hand. Spreading out the layers of white cloth, there was a pair of bronze scissors. The scissors were V-shaped, and the handles on both ends were covered with tiny scratches. They emitted a glossy sheen, and it was obvious that they were often used. Before Scroll joined the Witch Cooperation Association, she relied on this pair of scissors to make a living in a tavern in Seawindshire. The copper royals she had saved up, in addition to buying bread, were given to an old captain with a broken leg. The captain taught her how to read and write until he died of old age.
Scroll skillfully unfolded the white cloth, tied it around Anna's neck, and began to trim her long hair.
"I … have some questions I want to ask you."
"What?" Scroll's fingers danced, and the scissors in her palm constantly opened and closed, issuing a crisp clicking sound. Her flaxen hair slipped through her fingertips and fell to the ground.
"The book you showed me yesterday recorded many stories, and almost all of them have the same ending. Will the prince marry the princess? "
Her hand paused for a moment. That storybook wasn't really a book, but a collection of folk stories she had heard the sailors sing during her ten years in Seawindshire. It was just that Scroll had deliberately filtered the contents. She didn't want stories that didn't have a happy ending, or stories where the prince and the princess weren't together. Finally, they were put together into a book, and she made it out for Anna to read.
She knew that the other side would definitely ask such a question after reading it, but when she really wanted to answer, she couldn't bear to do so.
"Most of them are like this. Of course, some princes will marry the daughter of a grand duke or duke. For example, King Wimbledon III of Graycastle, his wife is the daughter of the Silver Duke."
After saying that, Scroll sighed in her heart. Vendy had mentioned to her about Nightingale's worries. Compared to the mature and calm Shadow Killer, she was more worried about Anna, who was getting closer to His Royal Highness. Anyone could see how important this woman was to His Royal Highness. When Anna was present, Roland's eyes always fell on her. She was several times busier than the other sisters. After Nightingale and Vendy's rooms were changed to be shared by two people, His Royal Highness only didn't adjust Anna's room. He also explained that when Anna spent the night in the castle, she could sleep in the same bed. He didn't realize that as the owner of this place, he didn't need to explain.
Anna was the same. When she was with the other witches, she didn't talk much. Most of the time, she was just a quiet listener. Only when she was with Roland would she take the initiative. If there was anything that could make her eyes leave the book, Scroll bet that it would be His Royal Highness.
Unfortunately, Roland was the 4th Prince of Graycastle Kingdom, the future King supported by the witches, while Anna was a witch.
Scroll couldn't possibly remind His Royal Highness, so she had to come up with this method to beat around the bush with Anna. She didn't want the two to become estranged, and she didn't want to see a tragedy with no result.
"Why?" Anna shook her head, seemingly trying to get rid of the hair on her neck, "What if the Prince doesn't like the princess or the noble lady?"
"Uh …" Scroll didn't expect her to ask this, "Then he has to marry. Because the Prince is likely to become the King, and the King's marriage isn't just his business. "She tried to recall the relevant knowledge recorded in the book," In order to stabilize the great nobles at the border of the kingdom, to appease the restless neighboring countries, and even to reach a good deal. But the most important thing is that the King must have an heir. "
Anna didn't ask any more questions, which made Scroll feel a little relieved. This kind of thing could only be persuaded slowly. She believed that one day the other party would understand. After trimming her hair, Scroll smiled and scratched Anna's hair, "Not bad, you look a lot more spirited."
"Thank you," Anna bowed her head.
"So, today's book …" Scroll thought for a moment and decided to summon the history of the Wolfsheart Kingdom's royal family to strengthen the impression instilled in her today, "I'll choose a family biography."
When she was ready to leave, Anna suddenly said while holding the Book of Illusions, "I don't think Roland is the prince in the story." Her voice was very sure, it didn't seem like she was trying to convince herself, "He will only do what he wants to do, and nothing else matters."
"…" Scroll was startled, "Why?"
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