On one side of the platform, Lucy sat on the ground, staring blankly at the scene before her, and Dick was already standing in front of her—and in the middle of the platform was Viscount Lanchelot, who was seen on one knee without an arm. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

What stood in front of him was the one standing in front of him—not Fitney, but a man.

It was a tall man, with short curly hair, a very simple white shirt with a rough texture, a high nose that stood out, and a deep look in his eyes, which seemed to be transformed into an interpretation of the whole eye.

Fitney stood right behind the man, and when people realized it was her, they were incredible.

She was still dressed in the same formal clothes, but her bright red hair and red eyes had changed to white-blonde hair and blue-purple eyes.

There is no one in the Kingdom of Lutheran who does not recognize these eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Viscount Lanchelot's hood had been lifted - his vicissitudes of life looked much older than when he was still active in politics, but many people could tell that it was Viscount Lancashlot's.

This proves that what Fitney just said is right.

But he couldn't wait for an answer.

A white light passed through Viscount Lancalot's body.

Fitnair watched as the man slowly fell, his gaze pointing upwards, and of course she recognized the man.

"Clarence Uliway. Fitney's eyes "inadvertently" swept over the people of the Holy See who had run in through the gap - the people of the Holy See had arrived, but.

"Fitney Wizdem. Clarence raised the sword in his hand.

His words reflected what the nobles were thinking, and they all found it unbelievable.

The one, the girl who had been killed by the Arrennius, was the eldest lady of the Wyzdem family, Fitney Wyzdem.

There was no expression on Fitney's face, one that bordered on dead silence - for she thought of Starlight four years ago, where she had had crossed paths with him in this way.

"What the hell is going on?" Misse frowned, unable to understand what was happening in front of him.

"Your Majesty, he is a blasphemer. Eddard whispered, "Four years ago, she was one of the survivors of the operation to destroy Starlight's blasphemers. ”

"Isn't she from House Wizdem?

"But why would the young lady of House Wizdem disguise herself as an unknown person?"

"What the hell is going on?"

……

The nobles whispered, their faces full of doubts.

"Blasphemer. "Indeed, who knows? Seven years ago, as a blasphemous person, I ceased to be a nobleman, and I thought it was the consensus of everyone at first, but now I wonder if the Holy See can decide the fate of a nobleman?"

"The ungodly are not worthy of being nobles. Clarence frowned.

"Ha, not religious, as a nobleman, why should you use the words of the Holy See as a standard?" Fitney sneered, "It's ridiculous. ”

The old nobles would have refuted Fettney's words, but the current nobles would not.

They've already tried what it's like to be controlled by the Holy See - especially with a king like Misse, and everything is different from a few decades ago.

Therefore, when the nobles heard Fitney's thoughts, they could only feel anger - angry at the Holy See's accusations at the nobility.

"But you're still a blasphemous, and you've even taken refuge in Starlight. Clarence looked at Fitney.

"What can an expelled nobleman do? you call me Fitney Wizdem, but I have long forgotten that name, for your merciful and kind gods did not help me in my time of suffering, and no other nobleman took me seriously. Fitney slowly walked past the people around him and walked to the front, "At that time, I was only twelve years old. ”

Her words were moving.

Fitney was not a person who liked to tell others about her sufferings, and it was all just a misdirection - she was not entirely right.

Suffering is not a medal, but when it becomes something that affects people's interests, it becomes something that pushes something.

"The Holy See is not immune to it...... It's too much, isn't it?"

"Oh my God, twelve—I don't believe that a member of a great family who can't use magic can be ostracized?"

"Has the Holy See had no scruples to this point?"

The nobles were misled, and in their view, the girl was a victim, and it was already a very admirable thing that she had survived and returned to the kingdom of Luther—Fitnair didn't say much, but it was just right for the nobles to weave such a cause and effect.

In this regard, Clarence could not be her match.

"Enough!" Clarence's explanation could only pale in comparison, "this is the Chapel of the Holy See - do you think that these things are all the fault of the Holy See?"

Anyone who knows knows Clarence is paranoid, but no one wants to surrender to it.

"Who gave the Holy See this power?!" Mise's voice was filled with anger.

"Does Your Majesty think this is a problem for the Holy See?" Clarence's cold eyes turned Missen's angry eyes into wariness.

If it is only to be regarded as a mistake of the Holy See, then it is only some warning, but when the king of Misse becomes vigilant, then everything is not so simple.

"It seems that this is the only way to forget it, is it the young lady of the Wyzdem family? Ed whispered, his voice not being heard by many people, but it was heard by Daisy - Daisy's originally calm face suddenly became ugly.

The girl seemed to be an ordinary person for a second, but now she became a prominent and sympathetic person—and what would she be treated after that? Especially since Ed still seemed to be impressed with her!

"But she's been with Starlight for a while—still an enemy of the kingdom!" Daisy was driven by the intense jealousy.

"No! it's not like that—she must have her reasons. The one who retorted to Daisy - Lucy stood up, she stared at Fitney tightly, shaking her head desperately, "She's not that kind of person......"

What was Lucy talking about? What did she mean? People couldn't figure it out.

But Fitney understood, she could understand what this girl with all kinds of contradictions in her heart was thinking.

Lucy then saw that Fitney opened his mouth slightly, and the mouth shape was.

"Thank you. ”

Lucy stared blankly at Fitney, even ignoring herself to explain her words.

Fitney took another step and looked straight at the crowd.