"What's going on, why are there other guards' guards in my palace?" everything stiffened again, until at last another voice was willing to break the deadlock. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The man in the ornate robe was surrounded by the guards, his golden eyes were full of wrinkles, and his pupils were a little cloudy, "Misse......? Lyria. ”

"Your Majesty. The nobles saluted him one after another—even though the scene was beyond the daily routine of the nobles, and they still maintained the etiquette that should have been put into practice.

They beckoned and looked at the farce next to the door again: "What is going on, can someone talk to me, an old man who is too old to be useful, to see what happened?"

The king's self-deprecation could not make Lylia let her guard down at all, and she said coldly, "This commoner is posing as my niece, and my niece Fitney Wizdem is nowhere to be found, and she is trying to put herself out of the way—His Highness Miser has been preventing me from finding out the truth." ”

"Lady Gabriel, I think your search for the truth is reckless. Misse was the one who revealed this matter to Lyria, but after seeing Lyria's unsympathetic handling and Fitney's pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but have no good feelings for Lyria.

Seeing that the two were about to argue again, the king waved his hand: "It's a pity that something like this happened, but Miser is right, you can't find the truth this way, Lyria, you are still as reckless as before." ”

Saying that, the king gave the butler a look, and the butler immediately took a step forward: "Ladies and misses, I am very sorry to disturb your interest, please move into the living room, we will provide you with the best food and wine, and give you a good explanation." ”

The king was willing to give them face, of course they could not mean anything else, and the nobles left the banquet hall one after another, and the banquet hall, which was quite large, immediately became empty.

"All right, little girl, tell me, what's going on?" the king looked at Fitney, but his tone was almost grandfather's, but it did not hide a hint of majesty in his tone, which made Fitney shrink back again.

"Civilian, you'd better understand who you are!" Lelia continued to press Fitney, but this only resulted in her crying.

"Alas, what a poor commoner," the king seemed helpless at this, "anyway, a commoner who has no effect, it would be good to send her to the manor after asking." ”

Lyria frowned, "This is an accomplice! And now I don't even know where the real Fitney is!"

"What's the point, Lyria," the king patted Lyria on the shoulder, "take it easy, you're Lady Gabriel now...... The little girl who can't use her magic, even if she is really married to the Arrennius, will unsettle both factions, if her disappearance is related to the Arrennius......"

"Why did the Arrennius do this? There's a good reason for that......" said Lelia, suddenly she understood something, "what do you mean?"

As if she had suddenly calmed down, she turned to look at Fitnair—she shrunk her neck in her gaze, and she looked like a timid mouse.

"Who is the one who instructed you to do this?" asked her again, and after seeing her hesitation, she added, "If you tell me, I can swear not to kill you and put you in the right place." ”

"Really...... Really?" asked Fitney anxiously.

"Why don't you say it soon?" said Lyria, feeling impatient again.

"Yes...... It's a gray-haired man!, and as soon as I woke up, he told me that he wanted me to pretend to be the lady of the Wizdem house!" said Fitney.

Lelia nodded and said to her, "Very well, do you know where the original Miss Wizdem is?"

"No...... I don't know...... I don't know anything, I don't even know who I am......" said Fitney, trembling.

Misse saw that she looked like she was going to faint at any moment, so he patted her on the back: "It's okay, Lady Gabriel has always been true to her word." ”

"Oh, little girl, just remember that the man is from the Arreneux family. "Wouldn't that be a good end?" said the king, "and send the little girl to the next room, and give her a glass of milk, and a good night's rest." ”

The butler named Sander bowed to Fertenay and opened the door, though polite, but the situation was so strong that it could not be refused—but the girl was still a little apprehensive, and hesitated to go out with her.

Lelia snorted coldly, she was very dissatisfied with people with such a character, or she had always been dissatisfied with civilians.

"It's okay, let's go. Misse smiled at her.

Fitney blinked and nodded, his face a little red. She followed the butler out of the banquet hall, hanging her head as if she hadn't noticed the surroundings because she was afraid, but her brown eyes "inadvertently" glanced at the banquet hall behind her under the cover of white blonde hair, where the figures of the king and others became more and more blurred.

He was then sent to a room not far away.

It's like a servant's room, but it's much better than a normal room.

The maid took the milk and quickly went out, looking at the steaming glass of milk, and Fitney's frightened eyes gradually changed after everyone walked away.

The temperature of the night was getting cooler day by day, which was a harbinger of the beginning of the Rose May, a dark night that reminded people to travel less, but the girl who stood at the window of a room in the palace loved it so much that the milk in her hand was cold, and she insisted on standing in front of the window.

Even if she was only wearing a thin plain white dress.

Her brown eyes were a mediocre color, but when the temperature cooled down, they brightened with a look that a twelve-year-old wouldn't have.

"Those people really don't take you seriously, haven't they really suspected you?" At this moment, a young man appeared behind her, who could only be seen by herself, and the young man said with a grin.

"These nobles don't take commoners seriously. Fitney's face was expressionless, and there was still the slightest trace of panic in his expression.

So it seems that she is indeed the real Fitney - she has turned herself into a commoner, misled her aunt and the royal family - and soon she will mislead her own family, and even the entire kingdom.

"Eh, then you don't take civilians seriously, do you?" Hermes wondered.

"I think I'm better suited to be a civilian, and I'm glad that the world is peaceful," said Fitney, "and your potions are pretty good." ”

Hermes said as a matter of course: "Of course, but how do you know that the nobles will not see it...... Your aunt looks amazing. ”

"She's very powerful, but she's also very arrogant, and she won't doubt what she decides. "You see that she is not now convinced that I am a fake Fitney." ”

"That seems to be the case, so what are you going to do now, miss?" asked Hermes, deciding not to delve into the reason.

Fitney was silent for a moment, then she took a deep breath: "Escape, of course." ”

"Didn't the king say he would settle you in the right place?" Hermes was surprised.

"Although they are sure that I am a fake Fitney, this 'actor' has no identity, and it is impossible to determine who the tenant or which lady is, and the homeless people are the most difficult to settle down, and I may have something to do with other things, and the best way is to dispose of me on the way to settle me," Fitney said, "The people who can serve as guards in the palace at least have magical powers, and they will not be able to escape from me." ”

Fitney didn't think it was difficult to deceive those nobles, the most difficult thing was how to slip away now, and ...... That was for later.

Hermes was a little strange: "Those meager magic powers can also affect the master?"

"This world is covered in magic, and although it is thin, it still exists - this may be the reason why I don't have magic but can summon you," Fitney felt a headache at the thought of it, "This makes the quality of the game skills I can use diminished, and your abilities will also be reduced - but your combat ability is not high in the first place." ”

Hermes, who had been exposed to his essence, scratched his head: "Hey, I was originally an 'auxiliary type'...... Well, how do you say we're going to run?"

"Dryden is the seat of the royal palace, and it is full of magic. Fitney said.

"Yes, yes, it's a lot easier to help you make eye color change potions!" said Hermes, "but it's not enough to create a magic workshop. ”

Fitney didn't speak, she stretched out her hand, and the lines on the back of her hand showed little by little, it seemed to be broken down into several parts, some of which floated up, and then was "pushed" by Fitney to Hermes, and the floating lines were imprinted on Hermes's eyebrows, and on her hand, the original lines left a gray shadow.

Fitnair then lit the next line, which was not pushed out or disappeared, and when it was lit, it was no longer the elegantly decorated room that drew attention in her eyes, but the clearly visible flowing blue in the air, like a stream, gradually merging into his body from the lines of Hermes's eyebrows.

"The 'Convergence Pattern' concentrates nearby mana to improve the summoner's abilities, and the 'Penetrating Eye' allows you to see the distribution of mana. Fitney said softly, "The magic power of this world is not only thin but also very weak, and when you use it together, the surrounding magic power will become a vacuum, and it will take at least two days to replenish it." ”

Then she glanced at Hermes again—the boy's eyes were bright, a testament to his strength.

Gods cannot be summoned, but Hermes is summoned by her - Fitnair has no access to the summoning panel, and can only speculate that this may be the so-called "archetype" - the source of the myth.

Hermes, who is known as the first alchemist.