[15th of the Queen's Month of '19, Dryden, early morning.] Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info】

Fitney liked to dress in very dark tones - she was no different today, but she was much more formal. In particular, her hair was neatly combed, and she had changed her usual habit of draping her hair loosely, although she had only tied them up with the same dark ribbon.

This is a sign that today is an important day.

Fitney pushed the door open and walked downstairs. Dick was already in the hall by this time—Fitnair stared at him, or at his feet, to be exact—and moved. Fitney looked at it for a long time, and when it raised its head, Fitney saw that it was a cat, with soft black hair, curled up in front of the little dish that Dick had filled with milk, and tasted the milk carefully and carefully—it was alert, and when Fitney's short-heeled shoes made a sound on the ground, it turned its head, and a pair of orange eyes reflected Fitney's appearance like a lake—Fitney was lined with orange like a person in a painting, and even the somewhat serious expression was very similar.

"Miss. Dick soon found out.

"Where did you pick it up. Fitney paused before she walked over to the kitten and crouched down slowly—the cat subconsciously backed away when it saw Fitney approaching it—and Fitney's outstretched hand paused in midair.

She stood up at once, so fast that the cat didn't react, and kept her feet in her usual motion, and Fitney walked away as if nothing had happened.

"I found it at the door. Also, Miss, this is the cane you need. Dick heard Fitney's words, and walked over and handed her a cane that had been taken out of the paper bag.

Fitney nodded and placed it on the table.

It did not seem to be a special morning, and the only indication of this peculiar change was the briefing that Dick had brought back - and the discussion was clear - that the canonization ceremony was to take place on the 15th of the Queen's Month, at the Palais for Count Chaffrin, Fitney Frayton.

She was the first woman in the Kingdom of Luther to hold a knighthood.

Fitney was not surprised by this, not only because she had known about it more than ten days ago, but also because it was her goal, and it was not surprising that she had achieved it.

But she didn't feel very excited.

Not many people were surprised - on the surface. Because when the occurrence of this event was determined, the reaction of the nobles of the Lutheran kingdom continued in the tradition of "calmness", and the reaction seemed to be no reaction at all, and even the person concerned seemed to be infected by this emotion, just like everything else - but the event was still significant. Because she was only a "lost person" before.

Vague identities, no backgrounds to fall back on, silent families and aristocrats.

"The Shevrin Territory is the most chaotic territory in the Kingdom of Luther, but it's also the most 'free', right?" Fitney's voice was soft, and he slowly raised the silver knife in his hand, squinting his eyes, carefully watching the dazzling light of the knife glittering in the sunlight.

"Yes, miss. Dick replied.

"It's a very important thing—but is it the right thing or the wrong thing?" said Fitney again.

Dick didn't speak—they had wanted to, but they suddenly heard the sound of something heavy on the ground—and they looked down to see the black cat frozen in fright, its little paw still in the air, and beside it was Fitney's cane, which had been leaning against the table.

"I thought it was a coward, but it was surprisingly bold. Fitney looked at the black cat and said softly.

"I'm sorry, miss. Dick said.

"It doesn't like me, and that's a shame. Fitney leaned down, picked up her cane, and looked at the cute little thing again, and said with a half-emotion, "But no one can be liked by all, so if it has nowhere to go, leave it behind." ”

With that, Fitney walked out the door, and Dick glanced at the black cat before he stood up—and the sound of the door opening and closing came from the doorway, and the two left the mansion.

The little black cat flicked its tail, squatted down, rubbed its cheek with its paws, and gently "meowed".

[15th of the Queen's Month of '19, Dryden, early morning.] 】

"Is it about to begin? ”

In the rooms of another mansion in Dryden, there were three people sitting in the drawing room of the mansion, from different places, and it can be said that the similarity was that they were all well-dressed—not necessarily the latest styles, but they were all cut in the most traditional way, so that everyone who met them could clearly perceive their noble status.

The voice came from the very end, a man sitting with his back to two people, in front of him there was an oil painting, the oil painting was in the shadows, one could not see the whole content of the painting, the only corner that could be seen was the place infected by the light outside the window, where the clouds were very beautifully handled.

"Don't we really need to intervene?" the voice was the only one of the women to make.

"Why don't we look forward to it, what will happen?" replied to the voice at the very end.

But we already know the prophecy. The woman groaned.

"Prophecy is just a result - there are countless paths to prophecy, and it doesn't matter what the process is, as long as it can be achieved. "This is the third business, with some vicissitudes," so that those who know prophecy do not divinate for themselves, and prophecies that can predict the outcome are a drain on life. ”

All three were silent.

"So, would she do that?"

"I think it will - that's the only thing she can do. ”

"Indeed, she is a smart person, and she is well suited to live in this environment, and I would not have known of it had it not been for the letter I had received from Haywag - she would have lied to everyone. ”

"Clever and cruel, sounds like a familiar assessment - but also too cruel?"

At this point, it became a conversation between two people, sitting opposite each other, discussing their feelings, and not disagreeing with each other's words.

"Ha, that's exciting. Suddenly, the man at the very end said again.

The two companions believed that the man was smiling, facing what was about to happen with that characteristic gentle smile.

"So—you still have confidence in this?" said the woman's voice, full of bewilderment, "as I can see, there really is no turning point - it is not enough to be a Count of Shevrin, she must continue to push her deeds with a marriage. ”

"I don't have much faith. "It's her business - no one can make decisions for her." ”

"And what are you looking forward to?"

"Can you expect anything -- like, a lot of times, I trust her not to disappoint?"

The three of them fell into deep thought again, while others quietly "watched" the maiden and her servant towards the palace.