Fitney closed his eyes.

I had a long dream, everything, everything that started from coming to this world, like a painting on a marquee, simply painted, and boring and repeated scene by scene.

Until you wake up.

In front of her, a large halo of light finally gradually condensed into a real object, giving her a trace of a trance to return to the world.

She struggled to open her mouth, but her throat felt dry, and the syllables she tried to utter failed to take shape.

I can only wait, waiting for my memories to come back little by little.

In memory...... Soya, snow-capped mountains, wall ......

It made her feel like a world away.

Fitney raised her hand slowly, the mechanical movements seemed to her as if she were looking at someone else's hand, fluttering lightly—as she slowly tried to sit up from the bed, the intense trance caused her to lie down again, and her head fell on the pillow, giving her a new feeling, a dull ache.

This was repeated several times before she sat up against the back of the bed.

Then, a figure was seen.

When she saw him, her eyes were fixed on him - the black-haired young man was straight and slender, with the handsome face of the person in the painting that one could imagine, even if there was a faint layer of cyan under the eyes at this time, but everything was made up for by the elegance of the posture.

Almost immediately, he noticed that the girl on the bed had opened her blue-purple eyes and was looking at him.

Before Fitney could speak, he felt a flower in front of him, and then fell into an arms - Ed was wearing a black shirt, and his thin figure made Fitney feel like he was touching a wall in his arms, but this was a nostalgic embrace - it was very warm.

She tilted her head slightly, and when she met Ed's eyes, she felt a swirling light in his blue eyes.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Ed seemed to realize something, he raised his hand, his slender fingers moved slightly, and with magic power poured the water from the kettle on the table not far away into the cup, floating into his hand.

Feed her seriously and gently.

"What do you think?" Eddard said, still holding her, whispering in her ear - Fitney could tell he hadn't spoken in a long time, his voice slightly hoarse.

It seems that he doesn't like to say much to anyone other than her.

Fitnair didn't know what was going on, but put the negligible weight on Ed, closed his eyes and opened them again: "Here...... Where is ......?"

"Tecairoland Territory, Sunrd. Ed quickly realized what Fitney wanted to know, and organized the language, "You have slept for ten days, the army has rushed to the territory of Tecairoland during this time, and you just arrived yesterday, and you are still resting, and you plan to go to the territory of Shevrin tomorrow. ”

Already...... We've arrived at Thorn.

Fitney's eyes were always on Eddard - it may be that Ed's emotions that are good at hiding are difficult to suppress even at this time, she gently nudged him, pulled away from him a little, and looked at him: "I'm sorry...... Makes you worried. ”

She didn't know when she fell asleep or why she fell asleep.

I thought it was ...... Can't wake up.

If that's the case, then this man ......

She didn't dare to imagine the consequences.

Ed didn't speak, first dropped a very light kiss on her lips, then touched her forehead, and didn't speak.

"Where's your coat?" Fitney noticed the details - Ed was wearing a black shirt instead of the dark blue coat outside.

That's pretty much his signature stuff.

"I just took a shower. Ed said—Fitney had only smelled the faint scent of him—so good that she couldn't help but rub into his arms, wrapping her hands around his waist, and looking rare and soft.

Fitney has never been classified as "cute", and all the past has made her have an independent to almost withdrawn character, never willing to let herself show herself too girly, and the only person who can make her show such a look is Ed, but even Ed, it is the first time to see her like this, which can be called clingy.

These days, he doesn't want to talk to anyone, and the more he looks at her sleeping appearance every day, the more he feels that his heart is getting a little colder.

He didn't know to whom to vent his worries and the resulting anger.

And at this time, she was still alive.

She looks like that, not because "she's still alive" – but because she sees "herself".

Her heart's desire......

Such a heartwarming scene did not last long - there was a knock on the door.

Fitnair looked up from Ed's arms—but Ed didn't let go of his hand. The vignette was when the two men answered at the same time: "Come in." ”

They looked at each other as a result.

It was Hannibal who came in—and Fitney couldn't have imagined anyone else who would be able to wake up and realize it as soon as he woke up.

"Wake up—I should be around for another ten days. But to get to the Shevrin Territory is to pass through the Granella Territory, where there is an army, and we are probably going to have a fight. Hannibal walked straight in, "If you haven't improved, I'd suggest you stay here for now." ”

Hearing this, Fitnet raised his hand, and blood-colored lines appeared on the back of his hand, but at the moment when it became clear, a golden light jumped out of it, blocking everything.

She frowned slightly.

"I'm fine. "At least for now, there's no more discomfort." ”

"In that case...... Hannibal glanced at her, "you know, without your power, magic isn't enough to sustain me in my skills." ”

Fitney was silent for a moment, smiling, "You can do it—right." ”

"Of course. Hannibal was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'll do it." ”

Hannibal told Fitnair to get some rest, then turned around and left the room.

"She's an interesting person, a lot of people are funny people, and in my eyes, except for me, it's all interesting. Fitnair looked in the direction Hannibal had left and said softly.

"I've never seen a summoning like that before. Ed replied to her, taking her hand, which had a pattern on it, and kissing it, "Is it entirely made of magic?"

Fitney nodded: "But, like Wicker, maybe it's not the same. ”

"You can still study these things - they are brutal after the war, but perhaps, they have a side that you think is worth exploring. Ed was silent for a moment and said.

Fitney looked at him quietly.

Future research......

"Those things. Later...... Let's talk about it. For the first time, Fitney didn't dare to confront that word.

She turned her gaze out the window, and the silence of the night sky made her feel more ...... than usual It's eerily quiet.

It seems like that was the case before the storm.