When the rain stopped, it was early the next morning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The misty streets are deserted as if they were the empty dead described in "The Word of God", and Dryden, which is not yet fully lit, may be the reason why no one is there.

Click.

Click. Click......

But there was a man out of the alley, and he would probably not have dared to go down the street if it had not been for the absence of him, for he was dressed in pitch-black clothing to conceal his identity, and there was a wound on his abdomen from a weapon, and the wound on his face was still oozing blood, and the blood from which he covered the wound was also stained red with blood.

He staggered and had trouble breathing.

Another tall figure stepped out from behind him—the man with his hands behind his back and looked at the mortally wounded man with no expression.

"How...... You're meddling in our affairs......" The wounded man spoke with difficulty, turning his head to look at the man, "Is your master already blind to this point?" ”

"My goal is just to stop you, or anyone who wants to hurt her." The man in the back said.

"Haha...... Hahahaha...... Ironia is on top - I didn't expect you to be enemies, but I'm not afraid, because Ironia is with me! The man didn't know if it was because the situation was hopeless, so he raised his hands and shouted.

After saying that, his body stiffened, and suddenly he lost his breath and collapsed down the street.

"Hmph." Seeing this scene, the man snorted coldly, he didn't care about this person's words at all, he just raised his head and looked at the sky, a little trance.

It's going to dawn.

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Surprisingly, it rained again at dawn - it rained for several days in a row, and while it was normal for rain to occur this season, it was rare to see rain for such a long time. When the rain finally stopped and the sun came out of the clouds, it was already days later.

Early this morning, Lucy came to see Fitney.

"To the suburbs? Why? Dick wouldn't, and couldn't refuse Lucy's direct visit to Fitney—but Fatney, after hearing Lucy's words, raised his head slightly and asked.

"I want to go and relax." Lucy's immature face often wore the expression of a young man, only when she was not affected by other emotions, and she felt sorrowful, and the dark colors of clothing could not suppress the unhappiness on her young face.

There was no way for Fitney to refuse.

Horseback riding was often the preserve of the aristocracy - the Middlerus family had their own horse farm, just outside Dryden, and as Fitney expected, Lucy asked the coachman to take them to the horse farm belonging to the Middlerus family.

Lucy sat in the carriage with her hands on her knees—her eyes wandering, occasionally falling on the small objects in the carriage, and more often looking out the window in a daze.

Fitnair didn't ask her anything, just picked up the book he was carrying, and waited silently for her to speak.

Sometimes this method will not attract people's attention, and it may not be possible to know what the other person wants to do, but it can be very effective for a girl like Lucy, who is bound to be impatient to tell herself something as her own.

"Have you heard? Awakening rituals. Sure enough, Lucy finally spoke up about the thing that made her so irritated.

"I've heard - congratulations, the Awakening Ritual is somehow proof of becoming a true nobleman." Fitnair closed the book and looked at Lucy.

The Awakening Ritual was as important to the nobility as the baptism at birth, but according to the more traditional compilers of the rules for the use of magic, it was necessary to go through the age of fourteen in order to manipulate magic steadily, also known as the Awakening Ritual. The latter is the definition of the Holy See, which Fitney does not recognize.

Fitney was still a man who could not use any magical powers, and the ritual that marked the soundness of the use of magic and the power and status that accompanied it was the most indicative of the aristocracy of the kingdom of Luther to this day—and that was a disaster for Fitney.

But it was many years ago.

"It's not good—you won't get it." Lucy shook her head.

Lucy's pretending to be old may have been influenced by her grandmother, but maybe it was the inspiration she got from living in the palace.

Mise? Middlerus has been trying to suppress the influence of the Holy See, and everyone can see this - is it because of his influence that Lucy feels that participating in the awakening ceremony presided over by the Holy See is an insult to her identity?

In just a few short years, these changes seem a little too big.

"If you don't say it, I certainly won't understand." Fitney then said.

Lucy sighed—she understood Fettney's words.

Who else could she confide in? After thinking about it, she still compromised: "My brother didn't want this awakening ceremony to take place, otherwise what he did before would probably be in vain, and those nobles would think that what my brother did was just bluffing because he had just ascended the throne - but the death of Duke Morols made it impossible for him to raise this matter with the Holy See with confidence." ”

"No wonder you're rejecting this." Fitney said slowly.

"Aren't you surprised? I'm going against tradition by doing so. Lucy couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"I'm a merchant, not even a nobleman." Fitney reminded Lucy.

Lucy only remembered this at this time—a subtle emotion flashed across her face.

Fitney's habits made Lucy feel like a nobleman of high status. But it was only when this matter was brought up by Fitney that she reacted.

A man from a merchant background can make her think that she is a real nobleman.

"Don't worry too much." "It's just an awakening ritual." ”

"Huh? Good...... Good. Lucy was in a daze, thinking about Fitney's identity, but what she didn't expect was that she subconsciously answered Fitney's words.

The slender looking girl would not be more than twenty years old at most.

It's weird.

The conversation calmed Lucy as well, and the irritation on her face gradually subsided, and by the time they reached the horse farm, Lucy had regained her usual expression.

Anything, as long as you can calm down, you have a chance to solve it-Fettnay looked at Lucy, thoughtful.

They stepped out of the carriage and relaxed a little when they saw the Middlerus family's horse farm and looked at the lawn soaked in the fresh and moist smell of the rain.

"In that case...... "Lucy thought that they should not return in vain since they had come, and wanted to propose some activities to Fitney.

"Your Highness, there is a guest." At that moment, the voice of the servant sounded.