"Lady Tilly!"
Led by Nightingale, they walked into the Lord's castle. The 5th Princess did not expect that the first person to come out to greet her would be Sylvie. She happily ran towards her, and without paying her respects, she bent down and hugged her, "Why did you come, it's still autumn!"
"It's no different from winter," Tilly said with a smile, "Where are the others?"
"Lotus is building houses for the refugees, Evelyn and Candle should still be in the industrial area at this time, and Honey is training messengers in the back garden," Sylvie counted with her fingers, "His Highness has already sent someone to inform them."
"Don't worry, I think you'll see them soon," a familiar yet very strange voice sounded from behind Sylvie.
Tilly looked up and saw a gray-haired man smiling at her. His appearance hadn't changed much from her memory, but his smile and demeanor were completely different from before.
"Welcome to Border Town, my dear sister."
…
Tilly's mind was in turmoil, there were too many doubts she wanted to blurt out, but her face remained calm, and she followed Roland Wimbledon into a room that looked like a study.
"Please sit down," the man poured a cup of warm black tea and handed it to her, "I haven't seen you for a whole year, I know you have a lot to talk to me about, and I do the same … But don't worry," he looked out the window at the snowy scenery, "This year's winter is still very long."
She held the cup and didn't answer, but sat at the mahogany table, quietly looking at the 4th Prince.
Just this opening speech, Tilly felt that it wasn't her impression of her brother. He was weak and timid, outwardly strong but inwardly weak, and most importantly, he was used to evading, never thinking of facing head-on. The Roland Wimbledon in front of her was completely different, he was trying to take the initiative in the conversation, although his tone was soft and gentle, it was completely the style of a superior.
"Nightingale," Roland tilted his head.
"But Your Highness …" The voice of the witch came from the room.
"It doesn't matter, she's my sister."
"All right," Nightingale was silent for a moment, then she appeared and left the room unhappily.
"Now it's just me and you," he smiled and returned to the square table.
Tilly was silent for a moment, "You … Who are you?"
She thought he would hesitate or pretend to be mysterious, but he answered so quickly, "I'm your brother, Roland Wimbledon, the 4th Prince of Graycastle." Then he laughed, "I know I've changed a lot, but I'm willing to explain it to you slowly."
Tilly suddenly remembered what he had written in his letter. As for what made me make this decision, and what made me no longer as indifferent to everything as I used to be, these trifles can be discussed in detail when the opportunity arises. It was probably this sentence that made her decide to come to this remote town.
She couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth, "I'll listen carefully."
The whole story wasn't complicated, but it was very exciting. After listening to Roland's experience after he was enfeoffed to Border Town, Tilly found that her teacup was already empty. She let out a long sigh and went over the story again. Simply speaking, a witch named Anna touched Roland. Through the witch he saved, he saw the evil of the Church and how it bewitched the people. Then Garcia's assassination made him feel the darkness under the power of the Royal Family. Even if he hid in a corner, he still couldn't escape the malice. Finally, he decided to change everything.
Although this part sounded a bit dramatic, it could barely be considered an explanation. But the problem lied in the strange knowledge, whether it was the steam engine or the flintlock, it was impossible to know them just because of a moment's comprehension.
"So, the ultimate cause of all this is the memory you said suddenly appeared in your head?" Tilly asked.
"Yes," Roland said seriously, "I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth … I was lucky enough to escape the assassination of my third sister, and when I woke up from my coma, I understood all of this. If meeting Anna was the trigger, then the content of the memory is the help I want to change the status quo. "
Is it a witch? Tilly thought, the possibility of replacement and control is not big, Sylvie has already confirmed this. The ability of the witches of the Witch Cooperation Association is not mysterious, they have to carry out special training every day, no one's ability belongs to these two categories, not even a little bit close.
The only possibility is occupation, she can't rule out the possibility of such an ability, by occupying the other person's body, she can obtain the other person's thoughts. But this speculation is also uncertain, even if Roland Wimbledon is not favored by his father, he is still the unquestionable Prince of Graycastle. The God's Stone of Retaliation is not rare for him, and he always has the protection of the Knight and his personal guards, so it is impossible for a witch without the ability to hide to easily get close to him.
Moreover, even if there is such a witch, how could she know so many extraordinary things? When she was a child, she had searched through the palace library, and also received the teachings of several white-haired, erudite court mentors, but even they had never talked about using steam and snow powder to replace the knowledge of animal power and swords.
So it seems that the bizarre knowledge and the bizarre experience are somewhat compatible.
"How can you prove that you are Roland Wimbledon, and not the extra memory?"
Tilly knew that this question is quite rude, if it were the previous Prince, he would certainly fly into a rage, flip the table and leave.
"Because I still remember the things that happened in the palace," the other side's tone is still calm, "I think that the essence of a person is the unique memory. If a witch becomes exactly the same as you, but the memory is different, she is still essentially another person. I have a lot of strange memories, but I don't remember where these memories came from. And your crying expression when I threw you on the broken glass is still vivid in my mind, so, this is proof. " He paused, "Of course … I haven't had the time to apologize to you, I hope it's not too late."
Tilly was silent, the Roland in front of her was clean, and his expression was sincere, as if he was telling an unquestionable fact. Obviously, no matter from what point of view, he is much better than the previous Prince, but in my heart, I still have doubts.
"It's really … unbelievable."
"It's normal," Roland seemed to see through her thoughts, "A lot of things are inconceivable before you personally experience them. I didn't expect that my sister would actually awaken as a witch, and hide it from everyone in the palace. But … as I said at the beginning, this winter is still very long, we can slowly get to know each other. "
This is probably the most suitable solution for now, Tilly nodded, "Then for the next few months … I'll trouble you."
"Leave it to me, you'll like it here."
(To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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