"Calm it down and let it drink some water. He briefly commanded Film. "Go, old fellow, Kaz he'll take care of you. He said this to the weasel.

Filin carried it to the fire, but he immediately spat everything on Filin's shirt, and he felt a strange pungent smell.

Filming put it down and took off his shirt, and he smelled a faint smell that was more bitter than vomiting.

As Filin was about to speak, Etro confirmed Filin's suspicions. "The vata leaves, pounded and crumbled, the spiciness of the sausage completely belies its taste.

Let's hope the wine isn't poisoned, or they're both dead. ”

Every hair on Filin's body stood on end in horror. Atro saw that Filin was standing stiffly, so he gently pushed Filin away and picked him up.

He took a saucer of water and gave it a drink, and it was comforting to watch him sneak through it.

Fihrin thought it would live. The little pig stuffed its mouth so much more than a human and threw it up.

The vomit on the table looked like it had been chewed, but it had not been digested. Filmin thought it was the taste of the food, not the poison that made it want to vomit. ”

"I hope so. Filmin said weakly, every nerve tense and waiting inwardly.

Was Filin poisoned? Did Filin feel sleepy, drowsy, and dizzy? Filin's mouth was numb and dry, and he was drooling? Filin suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and began to tremble. Don't get sick again.

"That's enough," Etro said calmly, "sit down." Drink some water. Don't take matters into your own hands, Kaz.

The bottle was sealed with an old cork, and if someone had poisoned the wine, it would have been years ago. As far as Filin knew, very few people would poison their wine and then patiently leave it for a few years. I think people are okay. ”

Filmin took a shuddering breath. "Wouldn't anyone mean that? Who brought you the food?"

Etro snorted. "Filin has always prepared his own food, but the basket on the table was for Lady Thyme.

From time to time, people would curry favor with her, as she was rumored to be an advisor to the king, but Fihrin did not think that the disguised old woman would be the target of poisoning. ”

"Your Majesty," he continued, "why are you so careless when she told you that he believed she was the poisoner of the king?"

You know that he blamed Lady Thyme for poisoning his mother! Then people should be polite enough to let him kill people? He will not stop if he is not king!"

"Then Flynn will tell you again, he doesn't want to hear anything about betrayal!" Atro roared.

He sat down in his chair and hugged the sneaker in his lap, and saw the little creature sit up straight and wash his beard, then curl up again and get ready for bed.

While Filin was at Etro's little pet, he looked down at the protruding tendons and paper-like wrinkled skin on his pale hands.

After a while, he said with a little calmness: "Filin is right to think that the king.

People should be more cautious, both with Freya and with themselves. He looked up at Fihrin with pained eyes. "Take care of your ladies, boy.

Tonight's events cannot be protected against innocence and ignorance. Constellation, Ariana, and even Rem have to be careful. Then we had to find a clever way to warn Borges. He sighed and said to himself, "Aren't there enough foreign enemies of the people?"

"It's a lot. Filin assured him, but no longer mentioned His Majesty.

He shook his head. "It's a terrible thing to start Filin's journey like this. ”

"Journey, you're going to travel far?" said Film, incredulous.

Etro never left Fort Stag, almost never. "Where?"

"Where to go, even though he thinks he should stay now. He shook his head to himself.

"Take care of yourself when he's gone, boy, he won't be able to take care of you when he's gone. That's all he had to say to Film.

When he left, he was still staring at the fire, his flabby hands guarding him. So Filmin lifted his barely lifted his feet and walked downstairs.

The plot to poison Etro shocked Filin more than anything else, if not even his secret identity could protect him, let alone the other people who were easier to target.

Filin blamed himself for his previous bold words, so that His Majesty could see that Filin had become stronger.

Filmin was so stupid to lure him into attacking Filmin, and I should have known that he would find a less obvious target.

Filming hurriedly changed into clean clothes in the room, then left the room and went upstairs to Ariana's room, knocking on her door.

There was no response, and he didn't knock harder. In another hour or two it was dawn, and most of the people in the castle were still asleep, just because they were too tired from the previous night's activities.

Filin didn't want to wake up someone who shouldn't have woken up and let him see Filin in front of Ariana's door, but Filin still had to figure out if Ariana was okay.

Her door was fastened with a simple latch, and he let it go in a matter of seconds, reminding himself that she should have a better latch by tomorrow night.

Filmin entered her room like a soft shadow and closed the door behind her.

The faint fire still burned, and the lingering embers emitted a hazy glow. Filmin stood still, letting his eyes adjust to the light, and then kept his distance from the fire.

Filming heard Ariana's even breathing as she slept, which should be enough to reassure Film, but she couldn't help but suspect that she might have a fever or even died of poisoning.

I promised myself that I would just caress her pillow and see if her skin was hot or normal, and that would be fine. So Filin walked gently towards her.

Fihrin stood motionless beside the bed, her figure looming in the dim light under the bedspread, and her scent as warm and sweet as heather.

She was healthy and showed no signs of poisoning at all. Filin knew it was time for him to go. "Sleep well. ”

Filin whispered this.

She quietly pounced on Firin, the blade in her hand glowing red from the embers of the fire.

"Ariana!" said Filin, flicking the knife aside with the back of her forearm, only to see her froze there, her other hand clenched into a fist behind her back, and the room suddenly became silent.

Then, "New here!" she roared angrily, throwing a punch into Filin's stomach with her left hand, tumbling off the bed as Filin jumped backwards.

"You idiot! You scared the hell out of me! What do you think you're doing? Dare to let go of the latch and slip into Film's room! Filmin should have told the guards to blast you out!"

"No!" Filin begged her, as she threw the firewood into the fireplace and lit a candle.

"Please, he'll leave. Film has no intention of harming or violating you, he just wants to make sure that you are safe and sound. ”

"Yes. But Filin doesn't think so!" she whispered with anger. Her hair was tied in two thick braids as she went to bed, and Filin was reminded vividly of the little girl she had met a long time ago, but she was no longer a girl.

When she saw Filin staring at her, she draped a thicker robe over her shoulders and tied a belt around her waist. "Film, you're really scared! Filmin can't get a good night's sleep tonight! Are you drinking again? So, getting drunk again? What the hell do you want to do?"

She approached Filmin with a candle in her hand as if she were a weapon. "Nope. Filin assured her, standing up straight and flattening her shirt.

"Filmin assures you that he's not drunk, and he really doesn't mean anything malicious, but...... Something happened tonight that made Filin worry that you would suffer from it.

So, he came over to see if you were okay, but Filin knew that Constellation wouldn't agree to Filin's doing, and I didn't want to wake up the whole castle, so he sneaked in and ......"

"New here, you're talking nonsense. She said coldly.

That's right. "I'm so sorry. Filmin apologized again, and sat down in the corner of the bed.

"Don't sit so comfortably," she warned Film, "you can leave for Filmin now, and leave alone or with the castle guards, the choice is yours." ”

"I'll go. Filin assured her, and hurried to his feet. "Filin just wants to make sure you're safe and sound. ”

"I'm fine," she said irritably, "how could Filmin be bad? Filmin is as good tonight as last night, and Filmin has been fine for the past thirty nights, but you didn't expect to come and check on Filmin's health." So, why come tonight?"

Filmin took a breath. "Because some nights are more dangerous than others.

Something very bad was going on here, and Filin had to worry about something worse to follow. Indeed, on some nights, being a little bastard is not the most beneficial thing to do. ”

The lines of her lips were as flat as her tone. "What does that mean?"

He took another breath and made up his mind to be as honest with her as possible. "Film can't tell you what's going on, only that Film believes you might be in danger, and you have to trust ......"

"That's not what he's going to ask. I mean, what do you mean to be a little bastard? How dare you call me that?" her angry eyes sparkled.

Filin swore that his heart thumped in his chest, and a cold dead silence rushed through his body.

"Yes, he doesn't have the qualifications," Filin said hesitantly, "but I can't stop caring about you." Whether or not Filin is qualified to call you Filin's sweetheart, those with bad intentions will use the attack to hurt me.

How can Filmin express that Filmin wants not to love you because he loves you deeply, or at least restrain himself from showing that Filmin loves you, just because Film's love puts you in danger, just because these words are true!" Filmin stiffened and turned away.

"Then how dare I say I understand your last sentence and believe it to be true?" Ariana asked aloud.