Release that Witch

A week passed quickly and the investigation team arrived at the moment of departure.

Roland called Barov, Carter and Iron Axe to the castle and told him that he would leave the town for two days. The affairs of Bianbu Town continued to be implemented according to the usual plans and regulations.

Of course, these words were unanimously opposed by the three people. Carter hoped that he could fulfill the duties of the chief knight and guard the prince. The iron axe asked for a team of 100 people to be guarded; Barov issued a decree issued by the city hall. It is necessary to persuade the lord to stay in the castle after reviewing the seal for the reasons that can be effective. In the end, he had to take out the lord's shelf and ask everyone to act according to their own orders.

"His Highness, I don't understand, what is the important thing to do so, so that you can't go in person?" Barov wondered.

"This is about going to the West...and even the death of the Grey Fortress kingdom," Roland said for a moment of silence. "And only I can make the best judgment."

"You can't... tell us the specific reason?"

"Not for the time being, but you will know someday." He shook his head. "In addition, this trip is a secret operation, and you must not disclose the information to anyone."

More than two hundred kilometers away from the west, the devil's base camp may be stationed, and these devils have also destroyed the holy city of Tacila, driving the resistance to the edge of the mainland, and turning the wild land into no one dare to step on. Forbidden land, it is too horrible to say this.

I am okay, and the various movies of the world are much more numb, but for them, I am afraid I cannot accept such a fact. Once the news leaks, it is even more troublesome. If it causes panic among the people, it may lead to a large number of people fleeing the West.

So now is not the right time to announce the truth.

After explaining the political affairs, Roland and the witch took a hot air balloon and took off from the vestibule of the castle and flew in the direction of the snow-capped mountains.

"His Highness, if it is true that the church is defending against the devil more than four hundred years ago, are they good or bad?" Since learning the existence of the devil, Sylvie has always seemed to be very worried.

"Of course it is bad," Roland has not yet opened, and the nightingale has rushed to answer. "Have you seen a kind person who will kill the witch for no reason? If we are really the devil's minions, but sisters. All know that the witch has nothing to do with the devil, and the demon corpse is even more nonsense."

The other party still stared at Roland and seemed to want to hear his answer.

The latter thought for a while. "First of all, whether the church is fighting against the devil remains to be confirmed. If they have made such a big sacrifice, why should they conceal the news and destroy all past records? It is the publicity of this matter. The best way to expand believers. I don't know the truth until I find more clues. In addition, good and bad can't be so easily distinguished, depending on where you stand." Roland laughed here. Laugh, "You actually want to ask, will I stand in the church to fight the devil, right?"

"I..." Sylvia opened his mouth but did not deny it.

"Teaching power and royal power are incompatible with each other. Even without a witch, I will not stand on the side of the church," he said. "Not to mention, now I have more people around me."

"I will tell you," said the nightingale, smugly. "Even if the church used to fight the devil before, they lost, or the fiasco. If it is His Royal Highness, I don't know who wins and who wins. Why do you want to lose? One side?"

"...I understand," she nodded lightly, and the faintness in her eyebrows seemed to fade away.

In this way, when the evening came, the pedestrians could glimpse the outline of the snow-capped mountains.

It is indeed huge, and Roland thinks that even few of them have witnessed such awkward peaks. There is no mountain range around it, just like the earth suddenly jumps here without warning, leaving a road to heaven. The gray mountain wall occupies more than half of the field of vision. I want to spend a few months from the foot of the road.

The location of the camping site is chosen at the top of a mountain near the sea, which makes it easy to observe the movements around and avoid the hidden forests, ensuring that the beasts cannot easily get close to the camp.

After the dry food was finished, everyone started to set up a tent. Because of the limited weight of the hot air balloon, only one large tent can be carried. Therefore, Roland carried forward the spirit of high wind and bright festival, let the witches sleep in the tent collectively, and in their sleeping baskets, when the wheat owls fell into the trees and turned into birds, she could fall asleep even if she stood.

He found that his face was thinner after all, and he couldn’t sleep with the witches, even though Wendy and Soroya proposed to let them go to the hanging basket and change the Prince’s sleeping tent, but they were all rejected by him. It is.

Only Sylvie had been looking at Roland with a vigilant look during the arrangement of the accommodation, making the latter feel dumbfounded.

After arranging the night watchers, everyone rushed into the tent. Due to the unevenness of the bottom of the basket, Roland could not sleep at the moment, just sitting on a rock facing the sea, staring at the sea surface reflecting the bright moonlight.

Just then, there were subtle footsteps behind him.

The prince turned back and found that the person was actually Anna.

When I was in school, but when I met a group trip, he always had an expectation of something like this. Although most of the endings ended in reverie, it still did not prevent him from holding on to the next event. There are expectations.

But when this scene really came, Roland felt that he had some heartbeat. Pretending to be nothing, he raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong, can't sleep?"

“No,” Anna said bluntly. “Just want to come with you.”

"Yes?" He coughed twice. "Thank you."

"It’s me who said thank you," Anna smiled. The silver moonlight sprinkled on her face, giving a faint glow; the blue eyes seemed to be deeper than the sea. "What do you say to Sylvie... Although she didn't thank her, I can see her mood. It's a lot easier."

"Are you happy for her?"

"No," she shook her head. "I am happy for my choice."

Roland groaned, "What... choose?"

Anna did not answer, but closed her eyes and kissed him on his face. After a long time, she whispered, "Good night, Your Highness."

This is also what happened... right?

Looking at her back to the tent, Roland stretched out with satisfaction and planned to return to the basket to sleep, a pair of invisible hands holding his face. There was nothing in front of me, but there was a soft touch on my face again, but this time it was the other side. "And me, Your Highness. Thank you for doing so much for the witch."

... (unfinished., your support is my biggest motivation.)

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