Chapter 91 Heart Prison

The moonlight poured down from the window in the corridor, illuminating half of the woman's face, and her eyes reflected faint blue light, like stars in the dark. Anna's body was leaning against the door, most of which were submerged in the shadows, but her outline was still faintly visible—good nutritional supplements made her not as thin as before. As a newly grown woman, her figure Just right, it contains the unique youthful charm of this age.

Roland pretended to be calm and walked forward slowly. The other party also saw him, stood up straight, and met his eyes.

"It was just an accident, I didn't know she'd—" he began.

"I see."

"The other party is still young, I don't care at all—"

"I also understood."

Contrary to Roland's expectations, Anna didn't seem to be making trouble. There was no trace of displeasure on her face, but a serious expression. There was no ripple in her lake blue eyes, and Roland realized that the other party was still the straightforward woman. She didn't like to pretend, and she didn't need to pretend. Sure enough, she took the initiative to say: "I can't dare to do such... bold behavior in front of everyone like Lightning, so I have no choice but to wait for you here."

After saying this, she could clearly see a blush on her cheeks, but even so, she didn't flinch, her eyes were still looking directly at Roland, her expression was extremely serious.

Roland's heartbeat slowed by two beats. He wanted to say something, but all words seemed superfluous at the moment. She may mind Lightning's actions, but grievances or complaints are not her way of doing things, she will only express her demands directly.

Straightforward and hard-working kids shouldn't be rejected, he thought. Bending down, Roland put his cheek close to Anna, and the other's breath blew slightly, like a spring breeze plucking at the heartstrings. The sound of slightly nervous breathing was clearly audible in the silent corridor, and then a soft lip pressed gently on Roland's cheek.

"Good night, Your Highness." Anna said softly.

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Wendy sat on the head of the bed, flipping through the book in her hand.

For her, this is a rare leisure time, and it is also a life that she could not even imagine when she was in the mutual aid association.

Not long after she came to the town, she developed the habit: wash her body before going to bed, put on a silk nightgown, untied and unbuttoned, sit cross-legged under the quilt, and put a soft pillow on the bed. At the back of the waist, read the books borrowed from His Highness.

It took a lot of time to install the lightning today, so she didn't plan to go back to the back garden, and went to bed directly after washing.

This is a history book about the origin of the church.

Although she grew up in a monastery, she didn't know much about it. The head nun repeatedly warned them to obey the teachings of God, but she never mentioned the name of God—this puzzled her when she was a child. Everyone has a name, but why does the most noble god not have one?

What was recorded in the book was basically the same as the rumors she heard later. At first, there were three major churches on the mainland, and each believed that the other was a heretic and believed in evil gods. This battle of beliefs lasted for more than a hundred years, and finally the current church won a complete victory, and declared that the evil gods had been eliminated, and that from now on God would only have the only name, which was the word god itself.

The following pages describe the glory and immortality of the church, including the establishment of the old holy city and the new holy city, and the victory over the evil witch. This made Wendy feel very strange. She had borrowed "History of Graycastle" and "A Brief History of the Continent" from His Royal Highness Roland. The first book almost recorded the establishment, development and major events of the kingdom in detail. For example, the names of each king, their marital status, and the whereabouts of their children. The family branches recorded in the characters chapter are like a detailed genealogy.

"A Brief History of the Mainland" focuses on the evolution of the four kingdoms, the alternation of power and political struggles, but the lives of the rulers of each kingdom are still important records.

However, in the history books of the church, there is no mention of the name of any pope, or, like the gods, the name of the previous leaders was directly replaced by the word pope. Looking at the whole article, it seems that he alone has run through hundreds of years of history. This is not in line with common sense at all. Rather than recording it, it is better to say it is deliberately downplaying.

At this moment, Nightingale suddenly appeared in the room. Wendy put down her book and looked at the other party with great interest: "It's so late, how come you have time to come to my place?"

The latter rubbed his neck, went to the bed and sat down, "I just sent Nana home, where is Lightning?"

"I fell asleep as soon as I fell on the bed, and I kept chanting about Dad, Dad." Wendy shrugged, "She is still a child when she looks so bold."

"In your eyes, everyone is a child." Nightingale snatched the book in her hand, "Your Highness said, try not to read at night, especially sitting on the bed. If there is not enough light, it will damage your eyesight."

"Yes, Your Highness said."

The two chatted for a while. From Silver City to Impassable Mountains, from hearing that a witch was murdered in the town to joining hands with the prince to fight against the Moon of Demons, Nightingale spoke without a word, and Wendy also caught up with the two from time to time. sentence. This is the tacit understanding formed by the two people who have been inseparable for the past five years. Time flowed slowly like this, until the candle was about to go out, Wendy covered her mouth and smiled, "Why, seeing the action of lightning, can't fall asleep?"

"what are you talking about……"

"What else can it be?" Wendy smiled and shook her head, "Veronica, we are witches, you should know."

"..." Nightingale fell silent, and it took a long time before she replied softly, "Yes."

This is destiny, the inescapable destiny of all witches. Wendy put away her smile and sighed softly, "Roland Wimbledon is the fourth prince of the kingdom, and all we have to do is to help him ascend the throne and become the king of Graycastle. He will govern the country well and give the sisters A shelter."

"But he's a king after all. When the time comes, he'll marry a duke's daughter, or a princess from another kingdom, and have an heir. One, or many; boys, or girls .The boy will inherit the country, and the girl will marry other nobles of high lineage."

Speaking of this, Wendy paused for a moment, and said the nightingale, or the sentence that all witches didn't want to hear, "Veronica, we are witches, and witches can't have offspring."

"Even with the most optimistic thinking, after His Highness has been in power for a hundred years, the sisters can finally be no different from ordinary people, and they can walk freely in every part of the kingdom. Occasionally, outstanding witches will enter the upper class and be canonized as nobles. But the fact that witches can't bear children remains unchanged. They will not have offspring to continue the glory of the family, and similarly, those old families would not consider marrying a witch. God has given us something and also taken something away from us. This is destiny." She whispered, "May you be merciful."

"I understand," she whispered.

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After sending Nightingale away, Wendy felt very uncomfortable, but she believed that the other party would be able to get over it. After all, they had overcome so many difficulties and would not easily fall on this hurdle.

She is so convinced.

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