After staying in the air for half an hour, the hot air balloon slowly landed in the castle courtyard.
As soon as the basket landed, the witches who were attracted by the hot air balloon began to gather around. Compared to the beginning when only Nightingale was present, now the members of the Witch Union were basically all present. Scroll, who had just returned from the City hall, had even trotted all the way here. After asking about the situation, she had been anxiously looking at the sky, fearing that this huge ball would fall.
As soon as His Royal Highness climbed out of the basket, Scroll and Vendy immediately went up to preach to him, advising him not to put himself in danger. After the Prince defended himself with a few words, he wisely used this novelty to change the topic. Nightingale thought it was a bit funny, but when she was about to greet him, her heart suddenly froze and she stopped in place.
She saw His Royal Highness Roland carry Anna out of the basket, her eyes overflowing with a smile, her cheeks tinged with a touch of red. Her flaxen bangs were neatly parted to one side, and her hair was hung with a small clip, shining with a silver light.
Nightingale remembered a few days ago when he was instructing the blacksmiths how to operate the large machines in the factory, he had casually ground a piece of silver ingot.
Was that a hair clip personally made by His Royal Highness?
The other witches also clamored to ride the hot air balloon, and soon, the air balloon inflated again, this time Anna and Nana were the ones who took off.
Nightingale stood outside the crowd, watching the hot air balloon getting smaller and smaller.
Her mind was filled with Anna's tender smile.
Anna, who usually had a very calm and indifferent face, rarely showed such an expression. Nightingale had seen many similar expressions on the streets and alleys of the big cities during her wandering journey with the Witch Cooperation Association, so she knew what it meant. Obviously, His Royal Highness and Anna were not simply watching the scenery from above. Although Lightning and Maggie were there, it was impossible for them to do that, but once this idea emerged, it was difficult to suppress. She suddenly felt as if her heart was empty.
Although she had already made a decision, when faced with this moment, Nightingale found that she was far less indifferent than she had imagined.
She walked to a corner and sat down against the wall. Her mind went blank as she watched everyone making a ruckus.
The hot air balloon descended again, and after Nana climbed out of the basket, Leaf, who had seized the opportunity, immediately sat inside.
When Nightingale came back to her senses, Roland was no longer in the courtyard. After being lectured by Scroll, he returned to the castle to busy himself with his work. She was supposed to follow him to his office and stay by his side, just as she had done in the past. However, when Nightingale stood up, she found that she could not take a step forward. She really did not know what kind of expression she should use to face Roland. Even if he could not see her after entering the mist, Nightingale still knew that his happy expression would make her feel even worse.
Just like that, the hot air balloon went up and down. After everyone had sat on it once, Vendy walked over. "Why are you still here? Don't you want to try it? The feeling of looking down at the town from the sky is amazing. "
If there was anyone who was more difficult to face than His Royal Highness Roland, it would be Anna. Nightingale stood up in a panic. "No, I have to go back to my office." After saying that, she entered the mist. After walking two steps, she realized why she had to use her ability in the courtyard. She looked back at Vendy, who was looking around with a puzzled expression. Gritting her teeth, she quickly left.
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After dinner, she went back to the bedroom and threw herself on the bed.
Today, until the end, she had not shown herself in the office. When His Royal Highness tentatively called out her name, she only used her hand to point at his back twice, indicating that she was here. Even when the other side took out the salt-baked dried fish from the mahogany table, which usually made her salivate, she did not compromise.
"What's wrong, did something happen today?" Vendy walked into the bedroom and closed the door. "I saw that while everyone was riding the hot air balloon, you were sitting alone on the side."
"It's nothing." Nightingale turned over.
"Obviously there is something," Vendy sat on the edge of the bed, turned her body, and stared at her for a while. "I thought you were willing to tell me everything."
"…" The latter closed her eyes, and after a long time, she murmured, "It's because of Anna."
"Anna?"
Nightingale didn't want to say these annoying things, because it would only make her feel narrow-minded. After all, the first witch that His Royal Highness knew was Anna, not her. But if she didn't say it, her heart would feel like it was blocked by something, making her even more uncomfortable. In the Witch Cooperation Association, Vendy had helped her a lot. Whenever she was confused, the first person she thought of was always Vendy, and the other had never disappointed her. Thinking of this, she gently held Vendy's hand and roughly explained the matter.
After listening to her, Vendy sighed, "Anna doesn't understand the importance of this matter, do you also not understand? Last time I reminded you, it is impossible for him to be together with a witch. Roland Wimbledon is the King, he needs an heir to inherit the kingdom, from this point, he will never choose a witch as his wife. "
"He will."
"What?" Vendy was startled.
"His Royal Highness Roland will marry a witch," Nightingale suddenly opened her eyes and said word by word, "He said it himself!"
She wanted to hide this information in the bottom of her heart, but now she couldn't bear the feeling of not being understood.
Vendy seemed to be scared, after a long time she frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"
"It's true," Nightingale repeated Scroll's question from the other day, "When he was asked if it was possible for you to marry a witch, his answer was why not. You know my ability, I can tell whether a person is lying or not. When he said this, he was serious. "
Vendy suddenly grabbed Nightingale's arm, "You remember, don't tell this to anyone, not even the sisters of the Witch Union."
"Why …?"
"Because he is destined to become the King of Graycastle, what does it mean to be a king without descendants? Even if there is no church, it will be difficult for the local nobles to support such a person to become their king! So this matter must be kept a secret, absolutely can't be told. What you need to do now is to protect his safety, don't forget, whether he can become the ruler of Graycastle or not, is related to the fate of all sisters. "
Nightingale nodded.
"As for the matter that is bothering you," Vendy thought for a moment, "do you want to ascend the Queen's throne, or do you just want to stay by His Royal Highness' side?"
"Of course I want to stay by his side," Nightingale said without hesitation.
"Then aren't you by his side now?" Vendy smiled, "There is indeed only one Queen, but even if he ascends the throne, he will still need your protection. Do you understand what I mean? "
Nightingale blinked her eyes and didn't answer.
"So it's not difficult to be together, the difficult part is to accept the choice you have made." Vendy spread out her hands, "If you can't do it, you can only retreat, or go further … As for this question, only you know the answer."
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