Standing on the highest watchtower in Neverwinter, Princess Solanda's gaze passed over her two younger sisters, who were still panting and climbing up, and landed on the soldiers who were training on the school field not far away, where Knight Cedric was sitting on his horse with a solemn expression, his long fiery red hair flying in the wind, and his soldiers were practicing fighting in pairs, and the sound of shouting and cheering sounded particularly loud and uplifting on the wind flying high into the sky.

Flags are displayed on the city walls, each embroidered with the family crest of the royal family of Delin: two golden dragons ring a crown of fiery roses. Solanda was very dissatisfied with this family sign, and felt that the rose was too weak and romantic, not in line with the status of the royal family, and should be replaced with two blood-dripping swords, so as to make people look at it and be afraid. But her mother, Queen Chloe, disagreed, always saying, "The iron fist of a ruler is important, but it is always charity that gives confidence to his subjects." Whenever she heard such an answer, Solanda always turned away in disgust and turned away from her mother, and her mood became even worse.

That mood, just like at this time, seeing these two sisters.

Sorenda frowned, looking at Vanessa and Elia. Vanessa, who is twelve years old, has inherited her mother's deep blue eyes and the long reddish-brown hair of the Delin family, she has the fairest complexion of the three, but at the same time makes her look thinner, and for twelve years she has been favored and doted on by her mother, behaving like a lady, and always maintaining the style of a royal princess; Ilia was the youngest, not yet ten years old, and it was a bit difficult for her to climb so many steps, but little Elija was not as weak as she looked, and her stoic silver-gray eyes often scared even Solanda, because so far, no one in the entire Midsummer Kingdom knew what Elia's magic was.

Solandar looked at them with annoyance, a blade flashing in her dark black eyes, but only for a moment, she returned to her normal state, and continued to search for the stone brick with her left hand wearing a deerskin glove. In the long five hundred years of Neverwinter, this tower was struck by thunderstorms more than once, and it caught fire, and the stone wall at the top was baptized by ice and fire, and the mud brushed back then had long been dried and weathered, and the masonry was easy to loosen, and Solanda often climbed to the top of the tower to look north, so she was familiar with every piece of masonry here, and she moved her feet little by little, feeling the touch in her hand, a fine crack, a mark with two edges crossed, ha! Got it! Solanda turned around and gestured to her two sisters, "Come here, right here." ”

Vanessa and Elija looked at each other, hesitantly not daring to move, but not daring to disobey Sorenda's orders, and huddled over, outside the wall, except for the sky close enough to reach out and touch, all the hustle and bustle of the castle and the rivers and farmland a little farther away. For the two little girls, it was nothing more than nothing, and they didn't understand what their sister was trying to show them.

As the princesses' inquiring gaze swept over, Solanda began to tell the story: "In the distant and ancient witches' songs, there is such a creature, with its feathered wings, sharp eyes, and sharp claws, that soar in the sky, perched in the shadow of a hundred cliffs, and at dusk their mysterious forms glide silently across the firmament, looking down on the world below as kings. ”

"It's an eagle." Vanessa said that her voice was soft and sweet, but it made Solanda secretly unhappy, and the last thing she liked to hear in the whole palace was such a soft and sweet voice.

"Yes, that's right," Solanda glared at Vanessa, "and how do you know?" ”

Vanessa looked at Elija beside her, who winked at her encouragingly, and then she mustered up the courage to say, "I have read a book in the Royal Library called 'Biographies of the Species of the Prehistoric World', which records the habits of eagles, but the words in the book are monotonous, and not as poetic as you say. ”

Hmph, it's really a sycophant. Sorenda squinted at Vanessa with a smirk, then suddenly reached out and pulled her to her side, pressing it against the stone brick. Illia was startled and stepped back, and Vanessa was stunned by the sudden move, leaning over the stone wall and making no sound.

"I don't have the time to hang a bookbag with you, and besides, that's not what I'm going to talk about." Solanda put a lot of effort on her hand, and it wasn't until Vanessa showed a painful look on her face that she withdrew her hand with satisfaction, "Unlike griffins, eagles have really existed, and they have the appearance of kings, because they have all been carefully selected, and those who can survive in such a harsh environment are certainly qualified to be proud of the world." Do you know what the newly-hatched eaglets in the eagle's nest do? ”

Solanda looked at the two younger sisters and saw that they both had confused expressions on their faces, so she smiled and changed to a gentle, soft tone, really like a big sister telling her sister a bedtime story, "They pushed each other and pushed the other eaglets out of the nest, under the cliff. In order to survive, to eat more food, to make themselves stronger, and to be favored by their parents, their hands are stained with the blood of their brothers and sisters, but they are not guilty of this, because they continue to have the strongest energy to make their population stronger! ”

Solanda suddenly smiled weirdly, "And that's exactly what I'm going to do right now." With that, she shoved Vanessa, and the poor princess flew out of the tower before she could scream, her purple velvet skirt toppling a small brick wall, her hands clutching helplessly in the void, and then the whole person rushed to the ground like a butterfly with folded wings.

Solanda turned her head not to see the scene, not out of shame or fear, but — her crazy eyes rolled over Ilia — "It's your turn." ”

Elija covered her mouth with two chubby little hands, obviously frightened, she couldn't understand Solanda's story about the eagle before she was ten years old, but she knew that Vanessa would die if she fell from such a high tower. Once, she mischievously climbed the low fence wall of the palace garden, but she fell off the wall by the nightshade vines on the wall, and that time made her lie in bed for a month. Although the height of this watchtower is not clear, it took them a quarter of an hour just to climb up, not counting the time to stop and catch their breath, this height will really kill people. Seeing that Sorenda had turned to her, Ilia hurriedly stepped back, instinctively trying to find her way to come, but the space on the tower was narrow, and Solanda grabbed a step and clamped her arm.

No, I don't want to die. Ilia cried out in her heart, imagining in her mind that the ground was coming at her, and that the whole world was spread out below, but there was nothing but ice, cold, and death, and that under the tower was the palace grounds, and the ground was filled with jagged horses that shot at her like spears, waiting to give her a warm hug. A wave of desperate fear gripped Elia.

Now, say it. You have to make a choice, and if you don't speak, you're going to fall to your death. The little princess finally broke down in her last struggle, and she shouted, "No! Don't push me down! Mom! Mom! Help me! Then he burst into tears.

Mom. Solandav stopped as soon as he heard the word. Mother, for children, it should represent protection and love, and it is the whole world of children. The chubby little girl in front of her is just a child who needs the protection of her mother, where there is a little bit of the appearance of a princess in midsummer, even if she has the most powerful magic, she can't use it in life and death, it seems that it is of little use. Sorenda changed her mind, she stretched out her strong fingers to support Illya's chin, and raised her head roughly: "From now on, if you dare to say a word, I will gouge out your eyeballs with a tin spoon - I know where you sleep at night!" ”

Ilia shivered all over her body, but she stopped crying and nodded desperately.

At this time, Solanda suddenly stopped moving, she straightened up, turned her ears to listen to the wind in the air, the entanglement with Elija just now made her ignore an important fact - Princess Vanessa's fall from the tower must have caused a commotion, but now, it was so calm that it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Solanda leaned down to see Sir Cedric's long fiery red hair still flying in the school grounds, and his soldiers scattered around, some slashing at dummies with wooden swords, some practicing shielding and throwing, some leaning against the corner of the wall to laze off, all kinds of scenes, but there was no crimson blood stain she expected.

"Damn it!" Sorenda cursed the air, pulling a glittering curved dagger from the belt on her inner thigh, then pulled Illya over her, half-dragging her down the tower. Ilia stared at the dagger, desperately trying to stay away from it, but after galloping down the stone steps, Ilia saw Solandar drop the dagger in a corner, and she looked at her sister suspiciously, not understanding what she was doing.

Sorenda didn't have time to pay attention to her sister, she only had one thought now: Vanessa's stupid girl's magic is not a soft spell at all, but teleportation, I have been kept in the dark from beginning to end, I must find her, I must catch her!

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