Scroll stood at the door of the bedroom and hesitated for a moment before she pushed the door open and entered.
Vendy was sitting at the table with a sad face holding a book. She didn't need to look carefully to guess that the book must be "Natural Science Theoretical Foundation".
Scroll couldn't help but chuckle. She rarely saw her show such an expression. Even when the Witch Cooperation Association was trapped in the Impassable Mountain Range and was short of supplies, she still smiled and cheered for each of her sisters, as if she had never worried about those hardships.
She didn't expect that a book would make her so distressed.
"You can't understand it at all, right?" Scroll said, "The first time I read a book, it was the same."
"I thought it was Nightingale," Vendy heard the voice and turned her head, "… What about now?"
"I still can't understand it."
"Fortunately, you and I are the same." Vendy sighed, "Not to mention Anna, I didn't expect that even Soroya would comprehend a new ability. I feel that if I don't work hard, I will be surpassed by the younger generation. I really don't understand how His Highness knows so much, he can describe the invisible world as if it is real. "
"In fact, he doesn't know much," Scroll shrugged, "I mean in some aspects."
"Such as?"
"Such as Nightingale." She pulled out a stool and sat next to Vendy, "Have you noticed that her current behavior is very different from before? When protecting His Highness, she rarely hides her figure, even when she goes out, she only wears a hood, and … she even listens to the class at night. You live in the same bedroom with her, so you should know better than me. Can you tell me what happened in the end? "
"In fact, it's nothing," Vendy shook her head, "It's her own choice."
Her attitude made Scroll somewhat surprised, "Choice?"
"Well, it's just as you guessed," Vendy closed the book and said bluntly, "She likes His Highness Roland Wimbledon, of course, this can be seen without guessing. The person who provides protection to the witches will, over time, gain the witch's favor, in the journey of the Witch Cooperation Association, this kind of rumor is not uncommon. "
"That's a story made up by others. Most of the sisters didn't end up well."
"Prince Roland is different from them."
Scroll was startled. She didn't expect that Vendy, who had held the same view as her not long ago, would say such a thing. "You know, witches can't give birth, and the prince can't …"
"The Prince will take a witch as his wife," Wendy said, spreading her hands. "Moreover, he told you himself."
How did she know … Could it be that Nightingale was there at the time? Scroll suddenly understood something, "Are you blaming me for hiding it from you? No, Vendy, I didn't say it because I didn't want this matter to be leaked out. It would have a negative impact on His Royal Highness' road to the throne. "
"…" Vendy was silent for a while before she said, "I know, I'm not blaming you, because I said the same thing to Nightingale. Before knowing this matter, I thought that the sisters wouldn't have a result, but since the Prince doesn't mind, do we still have to force them to change their minds? Compared to Nightingale who suppresses her feelings and is depressed, I prefer to see her like this. No matter what the final result is, at least she followed her heart. "
So that's how it is, Scroll thought. Although she agreed with the idea of not spreading the news, she didn't want to stop the feelings of the sisters. She didn't want to arbitrarily make a choice for them, unlike Cara, Vendy always looked from the sisters' point of view, cheering for their remaining courage.
"But, does His Royal Highness know this?" Scroll suddenly thought of a serious problem, "What if his wish is based on not knowing that witches can't give birth?"
"Well …" Vendy also lowered her voice, "How about, you go and ask?"
*
Outside the Western Border City Wall.
The approaching summer sun shone brightly on the grassland, and in the distance, herds of cattle and sheep could be seen leisurely eating grass. It was hard to imagine that three months ago, this place was still covered with ice and snow, and there was nothing but terrible and ferocious demonic beasts.
The shooting training had lasted for most of the afternoon, and the speed at which Nightingale mastered shooting skills was much faster than Roland had expected. Probably everyone has a different talent, he thought, and some people are born to fight. Now, her posture of reloading, aiming, and shooting was completely different from that of a novice.
"If she was born in a Knight family, she would definitely become the top star Knight in Graycastle," Carter couldn't help but praise, "Just like me."
"Fortunately, she didn't, I don't want her arms to become as thick as yours." Roland glanced at him, "How does it feel to fight an Extraordinary to a draw?"
"The moment I was hit, I even thought that I was fighting with a battering ram, and my whole chest felt like it was smashed," Carter said honestly, "To tell you the truth, it was terrible."
"There shouldn't be a next time," he laughed.
After another round of standing shooting, the Prince applauded Nightingale, "So far, it's very good. Next, let's do a simulation training."
Nightingale put the pistol into her belt and walked to the Prince's side. In the bright sunshine, the sweat on the tip of her nose sparkled.
"Do you see those targets?" Roland pointed to the five half-body targets not far away, "They have God's Stones of Retaliation hanging on them, you should be able to see them clearly in the state of fog. The next thing you need to do is to combine your ability with your gun and knock down these enemies in the shortest time possible. "
Because in the state of fog, objects and space were always changing, it was difficult to ensure that the bullets were flying towards the target. She had tried to shoot directly in the fog, but the result was that nine out of ten bullets rushed out of the fog and changed their trajectory, and one bullet almost hit Roland who was standing behind her.
Therefore, when shooting, Nightingale had to get out of the fog, and the shorter the time of exposure, the harder it was for the enemy to counterattack.
"Understood." She smiled, raised her cloak with one hand, and disappeared in front of the two.
When the first gunshot sounded, Roland only saw a white figure quietly appear, followed by an eruption of flames and gas, and the target was smashed. Before the splashing sawdust completely fell to the ground, she had already reached the back of the second target, and pulled the trigger at a range of three or four meters.
Then the third target, the fourth target … Every time she shot, she was not even completely out of the fog. Apart from the silver pistol and the sudden flash of fire, Roland could not see any more details, and it was even difficult for him to catch her position with his eyes. Nightingale jumped in the fog as if she was teleporting, this kind of scene could only be seen in the movies. In the blink of an eye, the five targets had all been smashed. He blinked, and Nightingale returned to his side.
"How is it?" She asked with a smile.
"Uh …" Roland looked at the dumbfounded Carter and asked, "What do you think?"
"I'm afraid no one can catch Miss Nightingale," Chief Knight took a deep breath, "even if it's Ashes wearing the God's Stone of Retaliation."
"So, do I graduate?" She wiped the sweat from her nose and wiped it on Roland.
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