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Back in the room, Iffy quietly listened to Tilly's story about the establishment of the Bloodfang Association and Heidi Morgan's real purpose. When she heard that Annie was handed over to the nobles by Skyflare, she felt something clenched in her heart.
"Heidi... Where is she?"
"She's been punished," Ashes, who was standing behind Tilly, replied. "In addition, Skyflare tried to resist during the arrest process and went the same way as Heidi."
"Really... Thank you," Iffy said softly.
She could not help but loosen her clenched fists and suddenly felt a little lost.
Although the culprit who caused all this had paid the price, she did not feel too relieved. Instead, she felt a little lost because she had lost the target to vent her hatred on. And as the only one who was not punished, her sins were even heavier.
"I hope you can help Sleeping Island get back on the right track." Tilly paused for a moment and then said, "The rest of the members of the Bloodfang Association are the same as you. They were all deceived and framed by Heidi. They shouldn't be implicated or discriminated against. It's indeed wrong for the combat witches to bully the assistant witches, but it won't be any better the other way around. "
Without much hesitation, Iffy nodded and said, "I'm willing to help you."
Probably not expecting her to agree so quickly, Tilly looked a little surprised. "It's great that you can agree."
"What should I do?"
"Just talk to the other members of the Bloodfang Association about the story between you and Annie. I'll disclose Heidi's crimes to everyone." Tilly said, "After the church is completely eradicated, I'll send people to the Kingdom of Wolfheart to search for the witches imprisoned by the nobles. If they're still alive, His Majesty will be responsible for rescuing them."
"I see."
If there was any way to alleviate this sin, she would try her best to do it.
"Are you... all right?" Tilly suddenly bent down and reached out her hand to wipe Iffy's cheek. Iffy immediately felt a warm flow on her face.
"I'm fine." She blinked her eyes. "I'm just a little... sleepy."
The 5th Princess looked at her silently for a long time. "Don't be too sad. Rest well."
It was not until their footsteps faded away that Iffy lay on the bed weakly.
She did not cry.
This is just a natural reaction of the body, she told herself.
It had nothing to do with sorrow, nor was it cowardice.
It was proof that she missed Annie.
The tears flowed even faster.
*****
Roland sat in front of his desk and flipped through the evacuation statistics report of the General Staff Department. The flickering candlelight in front of his desk made him dizzy. It had been a long time since he tried to read at night, and now he was not used to it. He thought that he had brought civilization into modern times in advance, but when he arrived at Deepvalley Town, everything returned to its original state.
There were no showers, no soap, no electric lights … This place wasn't much better than when he had first arrived in Border Town. The beginning of industrialization had only revealed the tip of the tip in the Western Region. If he wanted to spread chimneys and boilers all over the country, he still had a lot of work to do.
Roland put down the report. Just as he was about to rub his eyes, a pair of soft, invisible hands had already reached out to his forehead and gently pinched it.
"Thank you." He tilted his head and mouthed, then continued to read the report.
During the days when Barov was not around, Sir Schilt did a good job as an office assistant. At least when it came to counting the number of people and compiling the report, he did a very good job, not any worse than the specially trained young men in City hall.
"How many people are willing to go to the Western Region?"
"At least 70%, Your Majesty," Sir replied. "Coldwind Ridge isn't a suitable place to live. I've asked His Excellency the Duke. If it wasn't to monitor the movements of the church, there wouldn't be a town there. Most of the remaining 30% have their own fields or industries in the Northern Region. "
"Very well, you can make plans now. Try not to let the ships go back empty. Every time, bring a group of people back to the Western Region as soon as possible."
"But what about Carr and Duke Wen..."
"I'll explain it to him." Roland took a sip of tea. "After all, after the war, no matter who wins or loses, there's no need to station people in Coldwind Ridge …"
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Schilt asked in confusion.
"No... nothing." Just as he said "no matter who wins or loses," Nightingale suddenly covered his mouth gently, making him swallow his words. "Anyway, just do as I say."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Just as the old Sir was about to leave, the guard Sean pushed open the door and walked in.
"His Majesty, there's a woman outside the castle who wants to see you, but was stopped by the guards. She knelt on the ground and said that she won't leave until she sees you. "
"Now?" He subconsciously looked out of the window. The whole town had fallen into a quiet night.
"Yes, she seems to have deliberately waited until now. I've seen her twice in the Castle District during the day, and..." Sean hesitated. "She calls herself Mrs. Wimbledon."
Hearing this answer, Roland almost choked on his own saliva. This is impossible! As far as he knew, Prince Roland had never been to the Northern Region. How could he have a lover out of nowhere? However, words alone were no proof. After thinking for a while, he decided to summon her in to ask. Firstly, it could dispel Nightingale's doubts. Secondly, he was really curious. If the woman was a noble, he could say that she was pursuing romance. However, if she was just a commoner, such a lie would be a serious crime.
When the woman walked into the study, Roland's eyes suddenly lit up.
Her appearance was not particularly outstanding, but her facial features were unique. Her short and thin body had an inexplicable sense of steadiness and gentleness. In layman's terms, she was obviously not old, but she looked like a housewife with excellent housekeeping skills. The dirty mud on her long dress served as a perfect contrast between her weakness and strength.
"Your Majesty," the woman bowed and said, "Olivia of Coldwind Ridge sends her greetings to you."
"I want to know, what's the matter with your so-called Mrs. Wimbledon?" Roland went straight to the point. "According to the guards, you deliberately waited until late at night to come to the castle. If you want to deceive me in this name, you should know the consequences, right? "
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. If I didn't say so, you wouldn't have seen me at all." She gritted her teeth. "I'm not your brother's real wife, but we used to love each other."
"She's really just a liar. Wait..." Roland was stunned. "What did she say? My brother? "
"Timothy?"
She shook her head.
"Gerald?"
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