Release that Witch

The book stood at the door of the bedroom and hesitated for a moment before pushing the door.

Wendy is holding her book and sitting at the table with a sullen face. It can be guessed without looking at it. The book is definitely the "Theory of Natural Science Theory."

The book can't help but laugh out loud. She rarely sees the other person's expression. Even in the moment when the Communist Youth League is trapped in the desperate mountains and the shortage of materials, she still smiles and cheers for every sister. It seems that I have never worried about those hardships.

Unexpectedly, a book made her fall into distress.

“I can’t understand at all, right?” the book said. “The same was true when I first read the book.”

"I thought it was a nightingale," Wendy, who heard the sound, turned her head. "...So now?"

"I still can't understand it now."

"Fortunately, you are like me." Wendy sighed. "Annan didn't say it. I didn't expect even Soroya to comprehend the new ability. I don't think it would be more than a younger generation to go beyond it." I really don’t understand how His Highness knows so much knowledge and can describe the world that he can’t see as true.”

"In fact, he doesn't know much," the book shrugged. "I mean some things."

"such as?"

"For example, the nightingale." She pulled out the stool and sat next to Wendy. "Are you discovering that her behavior has become very different from before? It is rarely hidden when protecting my high-ranking, even if I go out, I just wear a pocket." Cap, and... even listening to the lectures at night. You should live in a bedroom with her, it should be clearer than me. Can you tell me what happened?"

"In fact, nothing," Wendy shook her head. "This is her own choice."

Her attitude made the book a bit unexpected, "choose?"

"Well, just like you guessed it," Wendy closed the book and bluntly said, "She likes Roland. Wimbledon, of course. This can be seen without guessing. The person who provided the blessing to the witch was acquired over time. The witches are enamored, and such rumors are not uncommon in the journey of the Communist Youth League."

"That was the story of someone else, and most of the sisters didn't get good results."

"His Royal Roland is not the same as them."

The book was smashed, and she didn’t expect Wendy, who had the same opinion with herself not long ago, to say, “You know, the witch is infertile, the prince can’t...”

"The prince will marry a witch," Wendy said, "and he told you personally."

How did she know... Was the nightingale present? The book suddenly understood something. "Are you blaming me for you? No, Wendy, I don't say that I just don't want to let this thing leak out, and it has a bad influence on His Royal Highness."

"..." Wendy was silent for a while before she said, "I know, I am not blaming you, because I said so to the nightingale. Before I knew this, I thought that the sisters would not have results. But since the prince doesn't mind, do we still have to change their minds? I prefer to see what she is like, no matter what the final result, at least she follows, rather than the nightingale, suppressing her feelings and feelings of depression. I have my own inner thoughts."

It turned out that the book thought. Although she agrees not to spread the news, she does not want to stop the feelings of the sisters. She does not want to substitute them to make choices different from Hakala. Wendy has always started from the perspective of the sisters. The courage to cheer up.

"But, does His Royal Highness know this?" The book suddenly thought of a serious problem, "What if his intention is based on not knowing that the witch is infertile?"

"Oh..." Wendy also sighed. "Would you like, ask?"

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Outside the Western Wall.

The summer sun is shining brightly on the grassland. In the distance, you can see the flocks of cattle and sheep eating the grass leisurely. It is hard to imagine that three months ago, it was still covered with snow and ice, except for the evil and evil spirits. There is nothing outside.

The shooting training has lasted for more than half an afternoon. The speed of shooting techniques at Nightingale is much faster than that expected by Roland. Probably everyone has different talents, he thinks, and some people are naturally suitable for fighting. Now she is changing her position, aiming, and shooting. It is not like a newbie at all.

"If she was born in a knight's family, she would definitely be the top star knight in Greysburg," Carter couldn't help but praise. "It's like me."

"Fortunately, no, I don't want her arms to be as thick as you are." Roland glanced at him. "How does it feel to be in a tie with the extraordinary witch?"

"At the moment of being hit, I even thought that I was fighting with the siege hammer. The whole chest was like a shatter," Carter said honestly. "Really, it's awful."

"There should be no next time," he laughed.

Waiting for another round of standing shooting, the prince screamed at the night, "So far, it's very good, then we do a simulation training."

The nightingale inserted the pistol into the belt and walked to the prince. In the bright sunshine, the sweat on her nose made a little flash of light.

"Do you see those targets?" Roland pointed to the five half-length targets not far away. "They all have sacred stones on them. You should be able to see them clearly in the fog. The next thing to do." It is to combine your abilities with guns and knock down these enemies in the shortest exposure time."

Since the object and the space are changing at any time during the foggy state, it is difficult to ensure that the bullet is flying toward the target. I tried to shoot directly in the fog. As a result, after ten shots of nine bullets rushed out of the fog range, I changed the track of the track, and one more shot hit Roland standing behind her.

Therefore, at the time of shooting, the nightingale must be separated from the fog, and the shorter the exposure time, the harder it is for her to fight back.

"Understood," she smiled slightly, raising her cloak with one hand and disappearing in front of the two.

When the first shot sounded, Roland only saw a white figure appearing quietly. As the flame and gas erupted, the target shattered. When the splashing sawdust had not fully landed, she had already reached the back of the second target and pulled the trigger within a range of three or four meters.

Then there is the third and fourth... Every time I shoot, she is not even completely out of the fog. In addition to the silver pistol and the flash of fire, Roland can't see more details, even hard to capture with his eyes. Her position, the nightingale that jumped in the fog is like a momentary movement. This scene can only be seen in movies. Before turning around, the five targets were all shattered. He blinked and the nightingale returned to him.

"How?" she asked with a smile.

"Oh..." Roland looked at Carter, who was stunned and asked, "What do you think?"

"I am afraid that no one can catch Miss Yeh," the chief knight took a deep breath. "Even if you wear the ashes of the stone of God, you can't."

"So, am I going to graduate?" She wiped the sweat from her nose and rubbed it on Roland.

"When...ran." (To be continued.)