Moonlight shone through the window in the corridor, illuminating half of the woman's face. Her eyes reflected a faint blue light, like stars in the dark. Anna's body leaned against the door. Most of her body was in the shadow, but her outline was still faintly visible. Good nutrition made her not as thin as she was at first. As a woman who had just reached adulthood, her figure was just right, containing the unique youthful charm of her age.
Roland pretended to be calm and slowly walked forward. Anna also saw him, stood up straight, and looked him in the eyes.
"It was just an accident, I didn't know she would —" he said.
"I understand."
"She was still young, I didn't care at all —"
"I also understand."
Contrary to what Roland had expected, Anna did not seem to be throwing a tantrum. There was not a trace of displeasure on her face. Instead, she looked very serious. Her lake-blue eyes did not have the slightest ripple. Roland realized that she was still a straightforward woman. She did not like to pretend, and she did not need to pretend. Sure enough, she took the initiative to say, "I can't be like Lightning, who dared to do such... bold behavior in front of everyone, so I can only wait for you here."
After saying this, her cheeks were obviously a little red, but even so, she did not flinch. Her eyes were still looking straight at Roland, and her expression could be said to be extremely serious.
Roland's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to say something, but at this moment, all words seemed redundant. She might mind Lightning's actions, but being wronged or complaining was not her way of doing things. She would only express her own demands straightforwardly.
An honest and hardworking child should not be rejected, he thought. Bending down, Roland put his cheek close to Anna. Her breath blew slightly, like a spring breeze that plucked at his heartstrings. The slightly nervous breathing was clearly heard in the silent corridor, and then, a soft lips gently pressed on Roland's cheek.
"Good night, Your Highness," Anna whispered.
*****
Vendy leaned against the headboard and flipped through the book in her hand.
For her, this was a rare leisure time, a life she had never dared to dream of when she was in the Witch Cooperation Association.
It hadn't been long since she came to Border Town, but she had already developed the habit of washing her body before going to bed, putting on a silk nightgown, not fastening it at the waist nor buttoning it. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a soft pillow behind her back, she would read the books she had borrowed from His Royal Highness.
Today, it took a lot of time to settle down Lightning, so she didn't plan to go back to the back garden. Instead, she went straight to bed after washing up.
This was a history book about the origins of the Church.
Although she grew up in a convent, she did not know much about it. The nun repeatedly told them to listen to God, but she never mentioned God's name. This puzzled her when she was young. Everyone had a name, but why didn't the noblest God have one?
What was recorded in the book was basically the same as the rumors she had heard later. In the beginning, there were three major Churches on the continent, each of them considered the other as heretics, believing in the Evil God. This war of faith lasted for nearly a hundred years, and finally the current Church won, claiming that the Evil God had been destroyed. From now on, God only had one name, which was the word God itself.
The rest of the book described the glory and immortality of the Church, including the establishment of the Old Holy City and the New Holy City, as well as the victory against the evil witches. This made Vendy feel very strange. She had borrowed "The History of Graycastle" and "A Brief History of the Continent" from His Royal Highness Roland. The first book recorded the establishment, development, and major events of the Kingdom in almost every detail. For example, the names of the kings, their marriages, and the whereabouts of their children. The family branches recorded in the book were like a detailed genealogy.
"A Brief History of the Continent" focused on the evolution of the Four Kingdoms, the alternation of power and political struggles, but the lives of the rulers of each Kingdom were still important.
But in the history of the Church, there was no mention of the name of any Pope, or in other words, just like God, the word Pope directly replaced the names of the previous leaders. Reading the whole book, it seemed as if he alone had gone through hundreds of years of history. This was simply not in line with common sense. Rather than a record, it was better to say that it was deliberately diluted.
At this moment, Nightingale suddenly appeared in the room. Vendy put down the book and looked at the other with great interest: "It's so late, but you actually have time to come here?"
The latter rubbed her neck, walked to the bed and sat down, "I just sent Nana home, where's Lightning?"
"She fell asleep as soon as she laid on the bed, and her mouth kept muttering daddy, daddy," Vendy shrugged, "She usually looks bold, but she's still a child."
"In your eyes, everyone is a child," Nightingale snatched the book from her hands, "His Royal Highness said that you should try not to read at night, especially sitting on the bed, if the light is not enough it will harm your eyesight."
"Yes, yes, His Royal Highness said."
The two chatted for a while, from Silver City to the Impassable Mountain Range, from hearing that a witch had been killed in Border Town to joining hands with the Prince to fight against the Months of Demons, Nightingale spoke a word or two, and from time to time Vendy also spoke a few words. This was the tacit understanding that the two had formed after being inseparable for the past five years. Time passed slowly, until the candle was about to go out, Vendy covered her mouth and laughed, "What, after seeing Lightning's actions, you can't sleep?"
"What are you talking about …"
"What else could it be," Vendy smiled and shook her head, "Veronica, we are witches, you should know that."
"…" Nightingale was silent, and after a long time, she softly responded, "Yes."
This was fate, the fate that all witches could not escape. Vendy stopped smiling and sighed, "Roland Wimbledon is the Kingdom's 4th Prince, and what we have to do is to help him ascend the throne, to become the King of Graycastle. He will govern the country well, and give us a place to live. "
"But, he is still a King. When the time is right, he will marry the daughter of a Duke, or the princess of another kingdom, and then give birth to children. Either one, or many, or a boy, or a girl. The boys will inherit the country, and the girls will marry other prominent nobles. "
At this point, Vendy paused for a moment, and then said the words that Nightingale, or rather, all witches did not want to hear, "Veronica, we are witches, and witches are unable to bear children."
"Even if you think optimistically, after His Royal Highness has been in power for a hundred years, the sisters will finally be no different from ordinary people, and can walk freely in every land of the Kingdom. Occasionally, there will be outstanding witches who enter the upper class, and are conferred as nobles, but the fact that witches are unable to bear children is still unchangeable. They will not have descendants to continue the glory of their family, and similarly, those aristocratic families will not consider marrying a witch. God gives us something, but at the same time, takes away something from us. This is fate. "She whispered," May you be merciful. "
"I understand," she whispered.
…
After sending Nightingale away, Vendy's heart was also not very good, but she believed that the other would be able to come out, after all, they had overcome so many difficulties, and would not easily fall on this hurdle.
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