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Like the flower house managed by the Letta, it was enveloped in fragrant vanilla, and the soft light filled it with the fragrance—perhaps the best place to live in the world, with all sorts of plants and a small river running through it.

It didn't occur to her that this would be a secret hidden in the stereotypical school building.

The skinny girl was dressed in a white lace gauze skirt with pale skin, only the white blonde hair had some color—she stared at the river in front of her, looking at the crisp sound of the clear water, and she looked like a white deer by the river.

She had thought that magic did exist in this world, but its components were very low in the air, so the effect it could produce was very limited, and it could only be made into some simple forms, exerting some abilities that did exist but did not play a decisive role.

"Good morning, Lornais." Then she heard a gentle voice behind her.

"Good morning, Greid." She said.

Behind her, a blonde young man sat in a wheelchair and greeted her not far from her.

The golden young man was tall enough to be at eye level with Fitney even in a wheelchair—a handsome face that only Ed could compare to Fitney in Phytney's eyes, but the gentle smile on his face that seemed to surpass everything.

Greed Midrus of the Kingdom of Luther, the most important crown prince of the Kingdom of Luther, and the former lord of the Shevrin realm.

At this time, he was just a person who was hidden in the starlight.

"It's a lot of magic to be able to do this." As if to see surprise and confusion in Fitney's eyes, Greider said, his gaze past her and down on the river, "I have never heard of a world with abundant water and sweet fruit at all times." ”

"There is a legend in my hometown that people come to a fairyland on earth to escape the war, and it is called the Peach Blossom Spring." Fitney said.

"Wonderful name." Greid said from the bottom of his heart.

It's her third day here.

She fulfills one of Chris's last wishes and finds Greid, who is seeing her and Chris...... was amazed when the corpse was found.

And who is Chris? How could she explain all this? How do you explain to Greid what kind of passionate emotions the girl who was born for him has?

"I'm sorry I can't say a compliment to her, but she does look very similar to her sister, my old friend—may her beautiful soul live on, no matter what happens to her." Greid said before her.

Knowing she didn't need to say anything more, Fitney buried Chris on this "land"—another surprising place.

True to Fitney's suspicions, Grede was captured in the Forest of Aesop after the Battle of Shevrin, and was rescued - but the man only placed him there and never reappeared. He didn't even know it was Starlight.

And the man who brought him here was Letta.

"Thank you." Fitney walked over to Grede, took the fruit he handed him, and took a bite of it, and she thanked him.

"You're very polite, but if you want to say thank you, or the people who built here?" Greid tried to persuade Fitney not to be so polite, but Fitney's politeness proved to be a stubborn habit.

Fettnay was silent for a moment, "But I can't find Professor Letta right now. ”

The world is unidirectional, and she can't find an exit - because she can't use magic. At the same time, Greid seems to be under a curse planted on him by the Duchy of Ansendil, and is unable to use any magical powers.

Letta brought him here and didn't remove the curse for him.

Either she doesn't care if Grede lives or dies - the fact that Lightetta saved Gray is enough to prove that this possibility is not very likely. Another possibility is that Lighttower is powerless against the curse.

But Gray doesn't seem to have any side effects other than his inability to use magic.

Surprisingly, he accepted that fact with ease.

This kind of compassion is like a fairy tale book, or a saint in the holy biography—Fitnair only wants to frown every time he thinks about it.

No wonder that the painting has such a meaning—this respectable, pathetic compassionate person is so kind that people are extremely suspicious of it, and they are ashamed of it.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Fitney's expression like this, Greid showed an inquiring expression.

"Haven't you thought about getting out of here? Mr. Greid. Fettnay looked at him earnestly—she had spoken to Grede for the past few days about the loss of the Battle of Shevrin in the Kingdom of Luther, and that he had been taken to Starlight.

"Lornay, are you from the Kingdom of Luther?" Greider said.

"Sort of."

"So do you know His Majesty, and Mise? Have you ever been to Shephrin? Is there a new lord there? Is it still as cute as it used to be? ”

Fitney looked at Grede's golden eyes—gold often felt full of ritual and majesty, but this gold was like sunlight, so that those who looked into his eyes were not afraid of majesty, but afraid of being scorched by such eyes and dodged.

So she turned her head.

"I'm sure they're still fighting for their cause – and I can't help them anymore. If they needed me, I think I'd do my best to get out of here, but apparently there's no need for that right now. Greid's words unexpectedly made Fitney feel that he still seemed to be a very free man.

Who deliberately wants to make such a character disappear?

Is it so dark in this world?

Fitnair felt very depressed, for she could not confirm her own feelings—she seemed to be deeply disappointed by what had happened, for all that had happened, and she did not seem to blame them for the mistakes, and it seemed to be this strange, stale world that made her feel disappointed.

The more this happens, the more she can't tell Grad the truth.

His father is critically ill, his brother is desperate to find him, and the Shavrin realm is once again in chaos, and the people who loved him die one by one.

Some people, after a huge setback, can't help but think that they shouldn't be treated this way, so they spread the pain, while others don't want it to be transmitted to other people and swallow it all by themselves.

Fitney falls into the latter category.