When Fitnair arrived at Letta's room, she was standing at her desk studying some potions, no different from when she was in Starlight, as if this was the flowerroom of Starlight University, and she looked like she had just returned to the flowerroom after class. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is hard to imagine that such a young woman with red hair and a face that is never expressionless could be a sage—perhaps she is also a little old, but not by appearance.

"Dispose of the bottle of Barlow flowers on the table. Fitney thought Letta hadn't noticed her, but Letta spoke suddenly.

Fitney didn't speak, walked to the sink and began to wash his hands - it was really like in the starlight, they didn't speak, Fitnair silently did what Letta told her to do - the atmosphere was so quiet that they seemed to have forgotten what had happened in the meantime.

It was as if the starlight had never been destroyed, as if Fertenay and Leytower were just one of them, and not the current Count of Shevrin and one of the Three Sages, and as if there was a war outside of this city of Lac, which could not break out.

"Looks like there's something you haven't lost yet. Letta glanced at what Fitney had done, and said slowly—Fitney could see the almost imperceptible curvature at the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you. Fitney's smile was much more pronounced.

Letta took the Balo flowers that Fitnair had prepared and poured them into the vessel that had been prepared at the beginning and stirred, and in the process a purple smoke tried to escape from the vessel, but it was all magically suppressed by Liteta.

When all this was done, Letta sealed the vessel.

Boris didn't know what her mother had done. But it was really difficult, she poisoned my parents and forced me to hide in Starlight. After Liteta had done all this, she sat down across from where Fitnair was sitting, and said slowly, "But only in Starlight can I finish my research - the Kingdom of Luther wasn't very interested in potions. ”

Fitney didn't know much about these things, and it was normal for such things to happen among the nobility, but it was rare for Boris's mother to poison those "eyesore" as mistresses.

"She paved a way for Boris. "But it's all blood on the road." ”

He ...... Don't you really know?" said Fitney softly.

"I didn't know before, but now I might just pretend I don't know. Letta glanced at the utensils on the table, "Loyal to the Holy See, so close to Duncan—who knows if he ever thought about those things?"

Fitney's impression of Boris was only that once, the contact when Shirley was poisoned.

"But......," Fitney frowned.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the Uzilds. Letta said suddenly.

"Isn't Willronton reluctant to meddle in these matters?"

"I do it in my own name - they are immersed in the research, they don't want to upset the balance, sometimes it's just a cowardly excuse. ”

"You are a brave man. Fitney paused.

"No," Letta looked at his hand, "I only think about that family, and when it's all over, I'm afraid I'll never leave Willonton." Even if...... I know the prophecies of those guys. ”

Fitney was stunned.

"Those guys from the Isopp family should have found you. Letta exhaled slowly, "Actually, many of the magicians of Willundon don't care about these things anymore. If it is really Elletia's revenge, then no one will be able to stop it. ”

The wizards of Willundon devoted themselves to their studies never thought about what seemed to be at stake in their fate.

"I ...... I don't know what that's all about. Fitney smiled wryly.

"Magic is something hard to describe, it can be anything if you wish. Letta stood up, "Don't think too much, everything else is the same - anyway, there are only a few things you want to do, and what it will become, that's later." ”

Fitney blinked, only to realize that Letta was comforting her.

Don't worry too much about things...... ?

"Thank you. Fitney gave a gentle smile.

Letta paused, stood up, and looked at Fitney's smile for a long time, her expression relaxed, and a gentle smile appeared on her accustomed cold face—this picture is indeed rare.

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Fitney said something more to Letta and left.

Opening the door and walking towards the room that Corifo had said of herself, Joan of Arc quietly appeared behind her: "Miss Phytenay, I have already told Miss Eureka about your plans, and they should leave as soon as possible." ”

"Thank you. Fitney replied.

"No, as a summoner, this is part of my duty, but please listen carefully, my consideration...... If ......" Joan of Arc shook her head, and then said to Fitney very seriously.

There are some people who don't intend to care about what the world is like, maybe they don't have confidence, maybe they don't have that kind of plan at all, but there will be such a thing as "Joan of Arc".

"There aren't enough people in Eureka, or else......" Fitney muttered, and suddenly, footsteps rang in her ears, causing her to raise her head vigilantly, "Who?"

Out of the corner came a man - Monson Tocque.

"You......" Fitney frowned, she didn't know who this Monsieur Monson was.

"Miss Fitney, excuse me, I'm Monson Tork, the garrison of Lac City. Monson was silent for a moment and said.

"Hello, Garrison Officer. "Is there anything I can do?"

"You are the young lady of the Wizdem family. He said.

Fitney was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "I no longer belong to the House of Wizdium, although my father is indeed Lord Aldrich-Wizdem. ”

It suddenly occurred to her that Rak City belonged to the Hairwag Realm, and there was nothing surprising about these people's familiarity with the Wyzdem family, but it was puzzling why he had come to her.

"The people of House Trauc will not forget the people of House Wizdem - as long as you have that bloodline, it is enough, not to mention, Lord Lord Wizdem has always recognized you as belonging to House Wizdem. Monson's words made Fitney's mood a little heavy.

Every time she thinks of her father, her heart is heavy.

"What the hell are you...... What are you looking for me to do?" asked Fitney inexplicably.

"You want to get past Your Majesty and find an army that can serve you and defeat the longbowmen outside the city, right?" said Monsen.

Fitnair didn't speak, but the look in her eyes spoke for itself.