Tilly cried on and off for nearly an hour before she finally calmed down. When Roland put her on the sofa, he found that she had fallen asleep. When the two of them separated, their tears and snot even left a few thin lines between their cheeks and clothes.
Of course, it was not convenient for the witches of the Sleeping Spell to see her "undignified" appearance. Roland thought for a while and finally called Anna to carry Tilly to the big bedroom on the third floor of the castle.
After wiping her cheeks, Tilly's breathing returned to normal, but she still showed no signs of waking up. Roland could tell that she was indeed very tired. Relying on busy work to numb oneself, this kind of shock therapy was not uncommon. After learning the news of Ashes' sacrifice, she probably did not have a moment of good rest.
"You sleep with her tonight," Roland sighed. "At times like this, I'm afraid of being alone the most. You're the only one who can take care of her now. "
"Don't worry. I can feel her mood and know what to do." Anna nodded gently. "What about you?"
"I'll sleep in the Third Border City. I've been there for the past few days anyway, so it doesn't matter if I stay a little longer." Roland replied. "And they should know about the success of the Torch Operation as soon as possible. I think those ancient witches have been waiting for this day for a long time."
"Okay." Anna came over and kissed his cheek. "Although I don't want you to leave, these things are really more important..."
"Sorry, it's rare for you to come back from the front."
"Don't be silly, Your Majesty. There's still a long way to go."
When Roland walked to the door, Anna stopped him again.
"By the way, don't forget to call Nightingale," she said seriously. "The only person in this city who can't have an accident is you."
Looking into her clear eyes, Roland agreed and closed the door.
...
As soon as Roland entered the Third Border City with a large group of guards, Pasha appeared in front of him.
"Your Majesty, any news from the front? How's the situation? "
From the swaying whiskers all over her body, one could tell that she was currently in a state of unease and unrest.
Roland had no intention of keeping Roland in suspense and replied bluntly, "We won a complete victory. The demons on the plain were wiped out and the Magic Slayer failed to escape. The First Army now controls Taquila."
Pasha's tentacles instantly stopped moving.
After a few seconds of silence, she said excitedly, "Is this true? Your Majesty, please forgive my rudeness... I don't doubt you, but I really don't know what to say. Can you tell me more details? "
After more than 400 years of training, there were few things that could make these Senior Witches change their emotions so much. This was the first time Roland had seen Pasha lose her composure. "Of course. But — "
[Thank you, Your Majesty. I'll tell everyone the good news now! However, before he could finish, Pasha disappeared from the top of the cave.
Roland was stunned for a moment and finally could only shake his head helplessly.
When he entered the underground hall, not only Pasha, Alethea, and Celine, but also all the remaining God's Punishment Witches had gathered in the center of the hall. They lined up in a straight line and waited expectantly for him to speak.
This made it difficult for Roland to complete the second half of the sentence.
"Let nature take its course," Nightingale reminded him in a low voice. "Or you can tell Pasha and the others privately through Mind Communication."
That was the only way. He nodded, took a step forward, and began to tell them the general process and result of the last battle. Although the detailed statistical report had not been released and Leaf's report had many omissions, the data and gains and losses were not important to them.
For these survivors who had been waiting for more than four centuries, victory was the most important thing.
By the time he finished his report, the crowd was already in an uproar.
Cheers rang out incessantly. Many witches burst into tears, but whether they were crying or laughing, they all expressed the same emotion.
It was a kind of joy that broke free from the shackles after hundreds of years of silence.
"Please forgive me for my impoliteness and offense to you." Alethea took the initiative to come to him and lowered her main tentacle. "From today on, the united front is no longer necessary. You are the only ruler of Taquila and our will lies in your hands. "
Pasha and Celine did not interrupt, which obviously meant that they agreed with her.
This also meant that Taquila would be an inseparable part of the Kingdom of Graycastle in the future.
After Roland nodded to show his acceptance, Alethea raised her main tentacle again.
"There's one more thing I have to tell you." He concentrated and told the three witches about Elena.
"Really? It's her." Pasha said slowly.
To Roland's surprise, they didn't show much emotional fluctuations.
"You... already knew?" He could not help asking.
"No, we just prepared for it." Alethea said frankly, "The ambush team was surrounded by the demons. If we were in the era of the Union, there would be no chance of survival. It's already a great fortune to be able to save everyone at such a price. " "
"You may not understand, but death is a common thing for us." Celine continued, "After all, everyone survived voluntarily through the fusion of the soul instrument and carrier. This process is equivalent to being screened by death, not to mention the heavy casualties we faced in the Battle of Divine Will. The only thing we are afraid of is a meaningless death. "
"And Elena just made the choice that every Taquila warrior will make," Alethea said at last. "So, you don't have to worry about it. "
"So... I'm being comforted?"
Roland felt a little emotional and did not know what to say.
"Of course, this doesn't mean that we don't feel sad for the death of our companions. It's just that war has taught us restraint." Pasha looked at the witches who were still celebrating. "I'll tell them about this. But for now, let them enjoy the joy of victory." "
...
Five days later.
With the return of the frontline troops, the news of the victory of the Northern Expedition Army gradually spread in Neverwinter.
Although it was not as shocking as the defeat of the demonic beasts or the Duke Of Ryan, and it did not cause the whole city to celebrate, the people still gradually pieced together the real face of the enemy from the testimonies of their families and neighbors. The enemy was ferocious, powerful, and fearless, far beyond the demonic hybrids and the Duke's Knight Regiment. Coupled with the testimonies of the Devilbeast attack, the image of a powerful enemy that completely matched the demons of Hell was gradually established.
Some people even exaggerated the description of the demons as the legendary demons of disaster, which were hundreds of feet tall and could spit fire. It quickly became one of the hottest topics on the streets.
Even such an enemy was still defeated by the First Army from thousands of miles away. This greatly inspired the people. If even the demons from Hell could not compete with the army of Graycastle, who else could?
At the same time, "Graycastle Weekly" began to publish the accounts of the frontline soldiers and the whole process of the war on a large page.
For a time, the slogan of joining the First Army and expanding the territory for His Majesty swept the whole city.
But the leaders of Neverwinter knew very well what the real challenge they were about to face was.
The public cemetery in the west of the city.
Since the first tombstone was laid during the Months of Demons five years ago, this wasteland, which was overgrown with weeds, had become a cemetery park covered with green grass.
Today, there were 426 new tombstones here.
Most of them were empty, because the limited transport capacity was not enough to transport all the bodies back, but no one would feel that the victims were abandoned. The names on the tombstones recorded their honors and contributions.
The tombstones of Ashes and Elena were also among them.
They looked the same as other tombstones. The only difference was that there was a melted sword hilt in front of Ashes' tombstone.
"Salute!" Iron Axe shouted, then raised his arm forcefully.
All the leaders followed suit and saluted, even though their positions and positions were higher than most of the soldiers.
This was a memorial, but at the same time, a warning.
The fateful Battle of Divine Will was far from over.
After the funeral, Roland immediately summoned Barov and said, "Summon all the ministers. I have a new task."
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