"I understand," Roland picked her up by the waist and gently put her on the bed. Just this simple action made him gasp for breath. Removing the thin blanket, he turned over and got on the bed. Anna leaned over and rested her head on his arm.
Next should be … foreplay?
He found himself nervous. This couldn't go on. As an "experienced" person, he couldn't show his timidity in front of the little girl. Perhaps he should use a relaxed chat to ease the atmosphere, and then take action, such as … first tell a dirty joke?
While he was thinking hard, Anna's soft voice sounded in his ear, "When you pushed me away on the hot air balloon, didn't you think that you might die?"
Roland was startled, he didn't expect the other to ask this, "I just did it subconsciously."
"You are the future ruler of Graycastle, and also the hope of the witches," she whispered, "I am not worth it."
"It's not a question of whether it's worth it or not," Roland said with a chuckle, "I can't just watch you be attacked and do nothing. In fact, after I woke up, I thought about it carefully. If it hadn't happened so suddenly, giving me time to think it over before making a decision, I would still have done it. "
"I couldn't stop you, could I?"
"Well, no." Roland used his other hand to pinch her nose.
Anna's eyelashes drooped down, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Can you tell me your story from before … I want to know more."
"Well, before," Roland exhaled, he searched the memories of the 4th Prince, and was about to tell her two interesting stories from the palace, but he swallowed the words back. His past didn't belong here, but to another completely different world. "I used to live in a big city, very big."
"Well, the capital of Graycastle, it was many times bigger than Border Town."
"After I was born, I was no different from an ordinary person. I was a little smart, but not that smart. I studied hard, so I was often praised by the teacher, but he didn't know that the hard to erase graffiti on the classroom walls were all drawn by me. "
"Of course he wouldn't dare to blame you," Anna murmured softly.
"Haha, that won't happen. He doesn't need to do anything to me. He just needs to tell my parents." Roland smiled and shook his head. "When that time comes, they won't be merciful to me."
"Then, as I grew older, my teachers kept changing, from junior teachers to tutors. In the end, I completed all my studies with average grades. Of course, compared to other people's children, they are still lacking … "
With his eyes half-closed, he slowly narrated his experiences. It had been a long time since he had experienced this kind of unrestrained and unrestrained communication. Ever since he came here, he had been playing the role of a prince. At this moment, he felt like he had returned to the past. It was as if he was lying in a hotel full of classical charm, chatting with the girl he liked. His nervous mood gradually relaxed.
Perhaps it was time for the next step?
Roland turned his head slightly, only to find that Anna had already closed her eyes. Her chest that was pressed against his side rose and fell slightly, like a cat falling asleep.
He was slightly surprised, and then couldn't help but chuckle.
So that's how it is … She is also tired.
Thinking about it, in order to hide their whereabouts, the witches had found a cramped mountain ridge to hide in the night before. They also had to be on guard against the attacks of beasts and devils. They almost didn't sleep for the whole night. When the sky had just brightened, they continued to fly Cloud Gazer to Border Town. After returning to the castle, Anna spent the night in her bedroom. She hadn't rested for two days and two nights. Under the tension and relaxation, it was easy to let all the previously suppressed exhaustion break out. It would be strange if she wasn't tired.
Probably, this decision was made while waiting anxiously.
Although it was a pity, Roland didn't care about this time. There was still a long way to go.
He leaned forward, kissed Anna's long eyelashes, and whispered, "Good night."
*
When the early morning light entered the room through the gap in the curtains, Sylvie got up from the big bed and couldn't help but yawn a few times.
These days' experience was incredible like a dream. From discovering the devils to fighting in the air, and finally escaping all the way back to Border Town, she felt that even if she was chased by the Church's Army of Judges, she wouldn't be so nervous and tired.
"Good morning." Vendy had already changed her clothes and was preparing to wash with a basin of water.
"Good morning." She nodded. "You got up early."
"I'm getting older." Vendy smiled. "The amount of time I sleep is getting less and less."
"Ah … Is it dawn?" Nightingale rubbed her eyes. "It seems that I have to take a nap at noon."
"Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"Yes, I had a lot of dreams."
Sylvie disapprovingly curled her lips. Last night, she clearly saw that Nightingale had gone to the third floor of the castle and had even lingered in front of the Lord's door for a while. But because of Nightingale's special ability, she didn't know what she wanted to do. In short, she came back very late. "Last night, didn't you …"
Just as she opened her mouth, Nightingale suddenly turned her head and looked straight at Sylvie. Her slightly narrowed eyes were self-evident, and Sylvie immediately closed her mouth. The strength of the Witch Cooperation Association's number one combat witch was obvious to all. The scene of her drifting in the air like a ghost and intercepting the devils was still vivid in her mind. If she were on Sleeping Island, I'm afraid that even Lady Ashes wouldn't be her opponent. Regarding her silent warning, Sylvie felt that it was better not to be too curious.
"What happened last night?" Vendy asked curiously.
"Ahem," she opened her mouth and said, "I heard her snoring last night. It should be because she consumed too much energy these days."
"I think so too," Nightingale shrugged and took off her nightgown, revealing her well-proportioned and coordinated body. She then began to wear the underwear that His Highness had given her.
Come to think of it, now even Vendy had completely accepted this piece of clothing, and even recommended it to her.
She had to admit that His Highness Roland was really a terrible person.
But at this time, thinking of him, Sylvie's heart was filled with a warm feeling.
It turned out that there really was a noble who would be willing to be injured for a witch.
Seeing Roland's posture when he pushed Anna away without a care for his own safety, she felt that something in the bottom of her heart had been touched. All the witches in the Witch Cooperation Association weren't tools under his control, but were his important subordinates, and even … companions. His reaction at that moment couldn't be deceived, he was sincerely standing on the side of the witches, just like Tilly Wimbledon.
If Roland and Tilly could stand hand in hand and gather the strength of the two places, maybe they could really create a new country where there was no distinction between witches and ordinary people.
She decided to write a letter to Lady Tilly.
It's great that His Highness Roland is your brother. (To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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