Chapter 298 Yu Meng

"I understand," Roland picked her up by the waist and gently put her on the bed. This simple movement alone made him panting. Uncovering the thin blanket, turning over on the bed, Anna leaned closer and rested her head on his arm.

Next should be... foreplay?

He found that he was also nervous, it would not work like this, as an "experienced" person, he couldn't show his timidity in front of the little girl. Maybe you have to lighten up the atmosphere with light chatting before taking action, such as... tell a dirty joke first?

Just as he was thinking hard, Anna's soft voice sounded in his ears: "When you pushed me away on the hot air balloon, didn't you think that you might die?"

Roland was startled, he didn't expect the other party to ask this, "I just did that subconsciously."

"You are the future ruler of Graycastle and the hope of the witches," she whispered, "I don't deserve you to do this."

"It's not a question of whether it's worth it or not," Roland chuckled. "It's impossible for me to watch you being attacked and remain indifferent. In fact, after waking up, I thought about it carefully. If it didn't happen so suddenly, let me I have time to think it through before making a decision, and I will still do that."

"I can't stop you, can I?"

"Well, no." Roland pinched her nose with the other hand.

Anna's eyelashes drooped, and she was silent for a moment before she spoke, "Can you tell me about your past story...I want to know more."

"Well, before," Roland exhaled, he searched the memory of the fourth prince, and was about to tell two interesting stories about the palace, but swallowed the words again. His past does not belong here, but another completely different world, "I used to live in a big city, very big."

"Well, the capital of Graycastle is many times larger than Border Town."

"After I was born, I was no different from ordinary people. I was a little smart, but not so smart. I studied hard, so I was often praised by the teacher, but he didn't know that the indelible graffiti on the classroom wall was I drew it."

"Of course he doesn't dare to blame you." Anna murmured softly.

"Haha, that's not true. He doesn't need to do anything to me, he just needs to tell my parents." Roland smiled and shook his head. "At that time, they would never show mercy to me when they taught me a lesson."

"And then, as I grew older, my teachers kept changing, from junior teachers to tutors, and finally completed all my studies with good or bad grades. Of course, compared with other children's children, after all, I was so far behind. cut……"

He half-closed his eyes, exaggerated his experience, and slowly said that he hadn't experienced this kind of unrestrained communication without concealment for a long time. Since coming here, he has been playing the role of a prince, and at this moment, he feels that he has returned to the past, as if he is lying in a hotel full of classical style, chatting with the girl he likes, feeling nervous Also gradually relax.

Maybe it's time to take the next step?

Roland turned his head slightly, only to find that Anna had closed her eyes, and her chest against his side heaved slightly, falling asleep like a cat.

He froze for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle.

That's why... She was tired too.

Thinking about it, in order to hide their whereabouts, the witches found a place to hide in the mountains the night before, and they had to be on guard against the attacks of wild beasts and devils. They almost didn't sleep all night. Just after dawn, they continued to raise the Lookout to the border Town rush. After returning to the castle, Anna stayed in her bedroom for another night. There was no rest for two days and two nights. It was easy to let all the exhaustion that was suppressed before break out, and it is no wonder that she is not exhausted now. .

Probably the other party's decision was made while waiting anxiously.

Although it's a pity, Roland doesn't care about this time, and the days to come are still long.

He leaned forward, kissed Anna's long eyelashes, and said softly, "Good night."

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When the morning light entered the room through the gap in the curtains, Sylvie got up from the big bed and couldn't help yawning a few times.

The experience of these days was as incredible as a dream. From discovering the devil to fighting in the air, and finally escaping all the way back to Border Town, she felt that even if she was chased and intercepted by the Church Judgment Army, she would not be so nervous and tired.

"Good morning," said Wendy, who had already changed her clothes and was holding a basin of water to wash up.

"Good morning," she nodded, "you woke up really early."

"As I get older," Wendy smiled, "I spend less and less time sleeping."

"Ah...is it dawn?" Nightingale rubbed her eyes, "It looks like I have to take a nap at noon today."

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Well, I had a lot of dreams."

Sylvie curled her lips disapprovingly. Last night, she clearly saw that the other party disappeared to the third floor of the castle, and lingered in front of the lord's room for a long time. However, due to Nightingale's special ability, she didn't know that she wanted to go to the castle. What to do, just come back very late anyway. "Didn't you last night..."

As soon as she spoke, Nightingale suddenly turned her head and looked directly at Sylvie, her slightly narrowed eyes were self-evident - the latter immediately closed her mouth. The strength of the number one fighting witch of the Mutual Aid Society is obvious to all, and the scene of killing devils in the air like an erratic ghost is still vivid in my mind. Putting it on Sleeping Island, Lord Ashes might not be her opponent. Regarding her silent warning, Sylvie felt that it was better not to be too curious.

"What happened last night?" Wendy asked strangely.

"Ahem," she said, "I heard her snoring last night. It must be due to too much energy consumption these days."

"I think so too," Nightingale shrugged, took off her nightgown, revealed her well-proportioned body, and began to put on the underwear that His Highness gave her.

Having said that, now even Wendy has fully accepted this clothing, and there is actually a tendency to recommend it to herself.

I have to say that His Royal Highness Roland is really a terrifying person.

But thinking of him at this moment, Sylvie felt a warm feeling in her heart.

It turns out that there are nobles who are willing to be injured for a witch.

Seeing Roland's posture when he pushed Anna away desperately, she felt that something in her heart was touched. All the witches in the Mutual Aid Society are not tools controlled by him, but his important subordinates, even...companions. His reaction at that moment couldn't be deceived, he was sincerely on the witch's side, just like Tilly Wimbledon.

If Roland and Tilly can stand together and gather the power of the two places, maybe a new country can be created where witches and ordinary people are inseparable from each other.

She decided to write a letter to Lady Tilly.

"His Royal Highness Roland is your elder brother, which is really great."