Chapter 1167 Sadness

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"Is...is that so? I understand." Hearing the news from the front line, Roland felt his heart sink for no reason. After a while, he whispered back, "How is your injury now? ”

Then there was wordless silence again.

When he spoke again, it was already a few minutes later, "No, that's not your fault, and there should be no ifs at this time. Now that the threat on the front line has been lifted, come back for a long vacation and have a good rest."

After hanging up the phone, Roland leaned back in his chair and sighed.

Nightingale seemed to have expected something. Instead of flashing to the table as usual, she walked to him step by step, "Is it the call from Ye Zi?"

"Well." Roland closed his eyes and said, "The war is over. The First Army captured Taqila at a very small cost, and found the half-built tower foundation in the sacred stone mine. Although the ambush plan failed, But the enemy demon slayer was confirmed to have been killed, and the curse no longer existed. It can be said to be a blessing among misfortunes, but..." He paused, "Ashes and Elena did not survive."

"That——fool?" Nightingale couldn't help but be stunned, then turned her head.

"I heard from Lightning that Ashes became transcendent in the end and died together with the devil. There was nothing left at the scene except a small piece of the fused hilt." Roland said slowly.

He knew something was wrong with the plan when he saw the ambush site being besieged by the enemy through the phantom instrument, and judging from the devil's arrangement, it looked like he was specifically waiting for the witch to take action. Unfortunately, the light curtain could only see a corner of the battlefield, and the special operations team quickly disappeared from sight after deciding to retreat westward, so that he was anxious for the next day and a half.

In fact, at that moment, Roland already had the worst plan in mind.

The final result can be said to be much better than he expected.

But even so, when he actually learned the news that there were casualties, he found that he could not relax at all.

After all, he was the one who approved the ambush plan.

"Although that guy from Ashes is arrogant and arrogant, at least he is serious about every choice he makes..." Nightingale put her hand on the back of his hand, "Elena is even more like this. I believe they have been prepared for this. Just be prepared, you don’t have to take this responsibility on yourself - what I said to Ye Zi also applies to you.”

Roland nodded. He still didn't understand why the Devil could see through the entire operation in advance, and even regarded the goal of annihilating the witches as more important than the Holy City of Taquila. But the fact could not be changed - as the leader of Graycastle and the United Front Or, he must never show any depressed look in front of everyone, no matter what difficulties and setbacks he encounters.

If even he falls into a trough, how can he support those who are more sad?

Take Tilly, for example.

This is also the most difficult problem for Roland to face at the moment.

Judging from what Ye Zi reported to Lightning, the relationship between the two was probably much closer than he originally thought. Although Tilly did not appear grief-stricken at the time and still prioritized transporting the injured, the loss in her eyes could not be concealed - to use Lightning's words to describe it, it was like she suddenly lost her Average gloss. As for why the little girl secretly conveyed those last words to him, she probably wanted him to comfort Tilly.

And this is what Roland is least good at.

We can only take one step at a time, he thought to himself.

That afternoon, the Seagull returned to Neverwinter.

The first batch of people to return were all witches who were uninjured or had recovered from minor injuries. Those with serious injuries still need to recuperate in the frontline camp for a period of time, waiting for Nana to completely heal the wounds.

Roland personally brought the remaining members of the alliance to the airport to welcome them back.

Anna, Agatha, Moriel, Phyllis... everyone walked down the gangway one by one, hugging each other in turn with Scroll, Nightingale, Sharon and others, and ordinary clerks in the alliance, such as Ling, Gray Rabbit, and Pearl also Among them - whether they are combat witches or non-combat witches, whether they are the new generation or survivors of the Federation era, whether they are awakened people or ordinary people, at this moment, there is no difference between them.

The last one to come down was Tilly.

Roland walked up to her and said, "That..."

"Can I talk to you alone, brother?" Tilly raised her head and asked.

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Returning to the castle office, Roland explained a few words to Nightingale and then closed the door with his own hands.

"Okay, what do you want to say..." As soon as he turned around, he felt his chest tighten suddenly, and a figure came closer.

"Don't move, please," Tilly hugged him, her voice trembling slightly, "Just let me lean against him for a while, it'll be fine..."

As she talked about the latter part, there was already a sound of crying in her throat, and the fingers grabbing her back became harder and harder, almost as if they were embedded in her flesh.

I see.

She is the same as herself - as the guide of Maleficent, she must not show excessive sadness in front of everyone, and the deeper the feelings, the more painful it is to restrain them. It’s really not easy to persist until now.

Roland patted her back gently and said, "There's no need to hold back any longer. Just feel free to cry. No one here can hear you..."

"Woo...Woo..."

Tilly first let out an extremely suppressed sob, and then it got louder and louder, and finally she let out a cry that he had never heard before - even when she was bullied by the fourth prince as a child, the fourth prince had never been so sad. Like someone who has lost a treasure, his cries are full of sorrow.

It no longer matters whether there is verbal comfort or not.

All he could do was accompany her to vent her feelings until the end.

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At the same time, the frontline camp.

The tent was opened, and Savi walked in with a bowl of boiled potion.

"Do you want to drink this thing again?" Andrea asked vaguely. Her legs were tightly wrapped in gauze, and her cheeks were covered with ointment. Although it didn't have much therapeutic effect, the cold touch could at least offset some of the pain for her. "I can't drink without sugar."

"Then... shall I ask the medical team for some important points?" Savi hesitated.

"Where can the medical team find candy? It's not in Neverwinter. Forget it, help me up."

Andrea sat up, took the bowl, and drank the bitter painkiller in one gulp.

"Ahem, are Nanava still busy? How long do I have to wait before she can be treated?"

"I went to ask. It will take about three or four days. She said that the injuries of those God's Punishment Witches were much more serious than yours. She also said..."

"What else can you say?"

Shawei muttered in a low voice, "They also said that your leg injury only looks scary, but it is not fatal. Just drink the medicine honestly."

Andrea rolled her eyes, "I'm not that muscle monster. How can an injury of this degree heal naturally?"

The latter's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"Okay," Andrea coughed twice, "just pretend I didn't say anything."

"No..." Shawei shook her head, "I just felt that your expression just now was a bit like ashes, so I couldn't help it..."

"I look like her? What are you kidding about-" She just frowned, then suppressed it forcefully. It seems a bit vulgar to say that, well...noble, aristocratic. "Well... I'm just a little tired. You should go back and rest. Remember to tell Lightning or Maisie in advance next time and ask them to bring some honey back during patrol. At least it will make it easier for me to take the medicine. .”

"Well, I understand."

"Thank you."

After Savi left, Andrea found that she could never calm down.

Just know that if a person tries to be strong, he has to become something extraordinary in the end. Do you think you are the Queen of the Fallen Stars?

It's good now, after killing the devil king, he has become a hero who saves everyone. If that’s all—

She lay down again and put her hands on her face.

...Asshole, haven't you thought about it?

Now that you are like this, how can I surpass you again? ()

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