The Mancini family's courtyard on the east bank of Visa is very different from that of Ston Butch. It's still bustling and quiet, and it's so crowded with flowers that it's like opening a florist, but at least it's not dotted with the huge, quirky collectibles that Aaron loves.

Agnes strolled leisurely through the sun-lit garden, her branches hanging down to the path that had been deliberately spelled out in various patterns, full of beer foam. The aroma that is too strong is steamed by the sun to make people drunk and itchy nose. Agnes let out a loud sneeze and narrowed her eyes lazily.

She knew that someone was following her from far away, protecting or spying on ...... But she didn't care. For the people she was waiting for, it didn't make sense whether they existed or not.

A moment later, an affectionate call made her turn back in some surprise.

In the golden light, Lydia Bell, dressed in a bright red dress, walked slowly towards her, carrying a basket of cut roses in her hand, as if she were walking in her own garden. is so upright and fearless, but she has never seen it before...... But it's also a little too deliberately high-profile.

"Oh, dear Agnes, why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" the mage smiled and spread her arms, "Do you think I'm going to turn to ashes when the sun shines on me?"

"No, dear. Agnes glanced at her and replied lightly, "It's heart-wrenching to just worry you're going to get sunburned." ”

Lydia's skin was almost dazzling white in the sun, but it was also breathtakingly beautiful.

She chuckled and walked over. Holding Agnes' arm, she looked more like her sister than Moira when she stood side by side. Has the same black hair, and similar cat eyes.

"I heard about last night's accident. Her tone was soft and concerning, "That is terrible! You and our Majesty must be frightened, right?"

Agnes rolled her eyes impatiently, "Enough, Lydia, do we have to talk to each other like that? ”

She's used to this kind of verbal play, but that doesn't mean she likes it.

She was sure that Lydia wouldn't really let anyone else find out they were together—she was a necromancer after all. Until it's all over, Agnes would be better off staying as the "Queen's sister." widowed Countess Maurice...... And now it seems that things are far from "over".

It upset her a little - she was tired, and the mess wasn't as interesting as she thought it would be. Even the collapse of Ante Bofford. It didn't make her feel much excitement either.

He had lost too easily and too ugly, and it had made her lose interest completely, and her previous hatred for him had become so ridiculous.

Lydia shrugged nonchalantly, "You have to forgive someone who doesn't usually get a chance to talk to a friend...... We're friends, aren't we?"

Agnes raised an eyebrow noncommittally.

"As a friend. I have to give you a little piece of advice - I have heard that Her Majesty the Queen wants to return to Ston Butch. That's not a good idea. Lydia continued disapprehantly.

Of course not—Agnes thought coldly. But Moira, who has always been good-natured and unassertive, suddenly becomes stubborn, which makes her a little overwhelmed. Aaron Mancini politely refused the queen's request to find a priest to teleport her back to Stonebutch on various grounds, while Moira ran to Quirin Ayer herself early in the morning......

She stopped, and suddenly understood what Lydia meant.

“...... You can't hurt her!" she said angrily, "You promised me that you wouldn't hurt her, and you wouldn't hurt her children!"

"That's why I'm here, dear. Promise a friend...... I will always do it. How could I hurt...... How would you describe her as 'an innocent and harmless stupid bird'?" Lydia smiled at her. "But if she flies around disobediently and accidentally runs into a trap laid by the hunter, it is not my fault. ”

“...... I'll make her obedient. Agnes said stiffly, "Stay away from her!"

Lydia's smile deepened, "Don't be so cold, my dear, maybe one day I can be friends with her, too? ”

Your little sister was torn to shreds by the demon you summoned—Agnes thought coldly.

"Maybe. She said.

As Lydia smiled sweetly at her and gracefully walked into the depths of the garden, she couldn't help but say a superfluous remark with a sneer:

"Are you sure your 'trap' won't be swept away by another rain?"

As soon as she said this, she began to secretly curse her stupidity, but she still held her chin up, looking nonchalant.

Lydia turned her head, her eyes glowing faintly in the shadows of the trees.

"Oh, dear Agnes. "You won't know...... How I look forward to another 'miracle'. ”

The Lord of Visa City welcomes an unexpected guest in the early morning after another sleepless night.

As he hurried down the stairs, the distinguished guest was standing in front of the window with his arms crossed, looking at the bustling dock in the distance. This ancient port city is still alive and well, lucky enough to pass by the plague that is raging in another beautiful city at the moment......

Maybe it's not just luck.

Hiding a heavy sigh in his heart, Quillin walked a few steps away from the guest and respectfully exclaimed, "Your Majesty." ”

His voice was soft enough, but it still startled Moira, and when she turned around, her wide blue eyes revealed that a woman of her age was rarely innocent.

But the accumulation of exhaustion and helplessness smeared a blue-gray mark under her eyes, which was clearly revealed by the early morning sun, making her look as if she had suddenly aged ten years.

"Your Majesty, if you need me anywhere, you can always send someone to summon me without having to come in person. Quillin's tone was unusually gentle.

The queen, who fled to the city of Visa without a single soldier, seems to be weak, but the Carlos family behind her is not to be underestimated, and her brother is likely to be returning with someone...... But Quillin's respect and kindness are more due to the surprising strength shown last night by the "lucky little woman" who has been despised. She doesn't know much, the methods she uses are simple and naïve, and not necessarily right, but she knows exactly what is right and what is wrong, and will try to do what she thinks is right...... Whatever the outcome, such persistence is already very rare.

"I'm not here for you. The queen blurted out without thinking, and then her face turned red: "I'm sorry...... I mean, I need your help, but the people who can help me are here, so I thought I might as well just come over and ......."

Her voice grew quieter, her hands clenched together in confusion, as if realizing that her words were inadequate.

“...... You're coming to Lord Brooke. Quillin said clearly.

Moira breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously.

"If you need a priest to treat His Majesty the King...... Perhaps there is a more suitable candidate. Quilin carefully considered his words, "I absolutely believe in Lord Xiu'an's character, but His Majesty probably doesn't want to see him. ”

Moira smiled bitterly, "No, I don't think His Majesty's illness can be cured by any priest...... Unless they can turn back the clock and start all over again...... I'm here to ask Lord Xiu'an to send me back to Ton Butch. ”

Quillin was stunned for a moment before recovering his voice: "That's ...... Dangerous. Your Majesty, you may not know that I received the news in the middle of the night that the plague had reached Lockburg...... It is said that Master Rosen Skud brought it in. Although in fact he did not enter Lockburg, he apparently infected the guards guarding the gate...... There are already people in Lockburg who are sick in bed, and you can't go back. ”

"The gods are above—" Moira blushed and grabbed his sleeve, "I told him to meet me...... But I ran away!"

For a moment she seemed unable to breathe, Quillin quickly helped her to the side of the chair and sat down, and whispered comfort: "Please don't say that, Your Majesty...... You and the princes and the princess were lucky enough to escape, perhaps by the gods. ”

Moira kept shaking her head, her eyes began to redden, but her tone became more determined: "I must go back!"

"Think about your kids......" Quillin tried to convince him in another way.

"Agnes will take care of them. Gard, my brother, he and the knights of the Carlos family will be back tomorrow at the latest......" Moira tried to calm herself, but her eyes grew a little desperate, "I can't stay alone in a safe place and let the city die. I didn't know how to govern the country, but my father once told me that a general who leaves behind his soldiers when disaster strikes is not worthy of support...... Not even worthy of forgiveness. At least one member of the royal family has to stay in Stonebutch, or what awaits us when the disaster subsides and we return to Lockburg? What will our son have to face?"

She still didn't let go of Quillin's sleeves, and every word she said quickly and urgently, as if she wouldn't give herself a chance to hesitate and back down...... But her hands kept shaking.

Finally, she paused for a moment before whispering, "And you said before that the priest who was able to dispel the plague has gone to Stunbuch...... They...... Doesn't it keep me safe, too?"

She wasn't fearless about illness and death, she just couldn't abdicate her responsibilities - even though it wasn't something she was supposed to take care of alone.

Quillin was silent. He also has his own responsibilities, but he cannot ignore such courage.

“...... Please follow me. ”

He spoke softly.

(To be continued......)