Release that Witch

Earl Quinn was kneeling in the same place, and even the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground without notice.

When she saw her moment, his name involuntarily emerged two names - the former accompanied him most of his life, but ended up losing his love, the latter is the lost love, and forever People who can't meet again. Despite nearly a decade of separation, her head has become much taller and more outstanding, but he can still tell that the two are so close that he almost blurted out the name of the former.

"Father, do you know her?" Horn's words made him finally recover from the shackles.

Howard slowly stood up and asked, "Are you... Andrea?"

"What? You said that she is... that, that has passed away..." Horne widened his eyes and looked back and forth at the two men, snarling in disbelief.

"Master, really Missy!" The old housekeeper's look is more excited than anyone else. "I will never admit it. She has inherited all the features of her wife!"

"It seems that you still remember me," Andrea said with no expression. "The next thing is much easier to talk about."

Hofford couldn't help but scream, and her daughter's awakening to a witch was a secret to most people, even if her mother, her wife, Feinah, was in the dark. When Serving on Andrea's servant told him about it, he made a decisive decision - to push the informed servant into the river, pretending to be an accident, and using his cronies to plan the carriage crash.

Although he knows that doing so may make the other person hate himself, hate is also a commemorative method for the farewell. Only once again met, such indifferent feelings became a sharp thorn.

Especially when he was not sure whether the original practice was correct, the tingling sensation became more apparent.

But the count knows that there is more important thing now - why Andrea will appear in Glow City, whether her identity is true or not, and what the phrase "I don't think so" means more than that. It is more important to question the right or wrong in the past.

He pressed all the doubts and thoughts in his heart and waved to Horne, "Go out first."

"Father!" the latter worried.

"Do as I said!" Hofford's tone is beyond doubt.

Seeing his mind decided, Horn just barely left the room.

"Don't alarm other people," the count then told the housekeeper. "At the same time, the courtyard gate was closed, and the lights in the hall were also extinguished. If someone in the house asked, I said that I was drafting a document, and no one would bother me. do you understand?"

"I will do it! But..." The housekeeper touched his head. "What about the friends brought by Missy?"

"Friend?" He looked at Andreia suspiciously. "Take it to the banquet hall first, and let it be entertained."

"Yes, Master!"

As the door slammed shut, the study suddenly fell silent. The two men looked at each other for a long time, until the count couldn't help but break the silence. "Although you and my daughter are quite similar, I can't be so rashly determined that you must be Andrea. After all, she was only sixteen when she left, and now it has been ten years..." He paused. "I mean, do you have other ways to prove your identity?"

In fact, he already believes in the origin of the other party. This question is just to find a certainty - even if it is perfect, it can't change one's inner being. From her every move, the count can see the shadow of the flower of the glow of the past.

Andrea did not answer, but opened her hands directly, and then a golden magical bow appeared in her hands. This long lingering long bow condensed, and a little narrowed, and finally evolved into a unique look - and that is the gift he created for the craftsman to celebrate his daughter's birthday.

At this point, there is no doubt in Horford's heart. This bow that is suitable for beginners has already been destroyed with the carriage. Even now, even he can't accurately describe its appearance.

And Andrea, who was particularly interested in shooting since childhood, is clearly still in mind.

"Sure enough, you..." Earl sighed. "Why are you coming back? The purpose of sending you away is to hope that you can live without it."

"Is that just the case?" Andrea retracted the longbow. "Not because I was afraid of being known by outsiders. The former prime minister had a daughter who was deceived by the devil. I don't think I was protected, not abandoned." For the witch, there is no real safe place. If I am not lucky, I will meet a group of people with the same fate. I am afraid that I am already dead in a foreign land."

He opened his mouth but could not refute it because it was one of his concerns at the time. If Andrea is a witch, once the whole thing is exposed, the whole family may fall into crisis - not everyone can safely put their loved ones on the shackles and send them to the church or other nobles. Instead of letting the Quinn family face this difficult decision, it is better for him to make a decision.

"But those are gone, I am not looking for you to turn over the old books." Andrea said, "You must be very curious as to why I can enter the Earl's Court, after all, the guards will not easily believe my rhetoric. After seeing the housekeeper, I specially waited outside the door for a while. Is the family heir called your father? When did I have one more brother like this?"

"He is from the branch... Your mother died a year after you left, and the Quinn family needs a successor." Hofford whispered.

If there was no accident that happened ten years ago, this position would have belonged to the eldest daughter.

After hearing the news, Andrea was first stunned, and then there was a bit more bleak in her eyes. She was silent for a while before she said, "No matter what, the owner of the Quinn family can't change people at the moment. Your Majesty hopes that you can go further, instead of retreating behind the scenes. In the current situation, except for the three people. Outside the first Earl of Quinn, he does not recognize any agents."

"What do you mean?" Horford was unable to understand the meaning of the other party's words for a while. "You said that your majesty means -"

"Of course it is the king of the Grey Fort, Roland. Wimbledon, I am also here to take care of him." Andrea took a deep breath and asked word by word, "The Earl, you are willing to become The new Lord of the Morning?"