"Even if I lose my language, I still have a dream—"

The girl dipped her quill pen in lilac ink and wrote these words on the yellowish paper. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info then she turned her head and looked at the half-open window.

The breeze swept across the table, the quill rolled slightly, and the paperweight rustled under the paperweight. The westerly sun shone into the room, reflecting the girl's bloodless cheeks. She raised her slender right hand and tapped lightly on the tabletop.

"Miss, you called me?" The door was pushed open, and an energetic young man's voice came from the other side, "Is there anything you want me to help with?" ”

He wears a short shirt and trousers common in the Northland, his skin is close to wheat, the lines of his arms are clear but not thick, and with a delicate face, he looks healthy and slightly handsome. He is nineteen years old, and the girl is seventeen. She silently calculated in her heart, the two have known each other for ten years.

Although there is a difference in identity - she is the fifth princess of the empire, and the other party is only the son of a knight. But in her heart, she has always regarded this teenager named Elio as her best playmate and friend.

The girl picked up the pen, wrote Juan Xiu's handwriting on the white paper, and showed them to the boy.

"Did he read the letter I wrote to my father?"

"Well, I've seen it, but how can I say it......" The young man rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, looking a little distressed, "Your Majesty said, it's just the little girl's cranky thoughts, and it's not worth caring about." ”

The sound of writing sounded, and the handwriting was still neat, "You think so too?"

"Of course not!" The boy replied cleanly, "Miss An's thoughts...... I've always thought that it was very practical! ”

"So, would you like to travel with me?"

"Huh?" The young man was taken aback, "Miss An, you...... However, Your Majesty, he won't agree, right? ”

The girl's mouth tugged at a smile. She quickly scribbled down a line and turned the paper around.

"In that case, it's better to call it running away from home. My father was too busy recruiting troops to care about me, and if he kept it a secret, he wouldn't find out until at least two weeks later, when we were far enough from here."

"But, miss, your body is ......," the boy seemed a little worried.

"It's a lot better than the previous years, and since the Grim Reaper didn't take me away, it won't be in the future." The girl wrote firmly, "Also, from now on, don't call me Miss, just use the name Ann."

"Ah, that, Ann...... But, where are you going? ”

The girl bit the barrel of the pen, tilted her head and thought for a while, then put the pen down again.

"Let's go see my great-grandfather first. It is only with his help that our plans can go smoothly."

She stood up from the table and put on a thick coat - it was already a little cold for Ann in the approaching winter weather. She slowly walked away from the castle and towards the tower on the other side of the Violet Fortress, Elio following behind her. It was inhabited by her great-grandfather, Egmonton de Saint Violet, the last ruler of the Empire.

The story of her great-grandfather, she had heard from her mother since she was a child. As a young man, he was fond of martial arts, skilled in military formations and strategy, led his personal guards to defeat the Saatchi who invaded the border, and formed an alliance of mutual assistance with the Saint-Leon Empire, known as Egmonton the Great. He was revered by many of the Empire, and he was also an example for his heirs to catch up.

As he grew older, he gradually lost interest in war and power tricks, and began to pursue the mysteries hidden in the world. At the age of ninety-five, he passed the throne to Barbares, and he himself was made Grand Duke. At the age of ninety-nine, he organized two fleets to explore the storm belt of the eastern ocean in an unsuccessful attempt to find a safe passage.

During his journey, he befriended a wandering wizard and learned about the joy of arcane sorcery from him, and built a tower inside the fortress to gather information about it. To this day, although she has not participated in the certification of the Wizarding Federation, the girl has heard from visiting wizards that her great-grandfather is already an excellent mid-level wizard.

That's why she looks to each other as role models. My great-grandfather was one hundred and seven years old when he learned the arcane arts, which is supposed to be long past the best age, but he was still able to achieve such an accomplishment in ten years. So, she's just a little frail, and she can't speak, so why can't she move towards her dream?

She wasn't without support. I don't know if it's talent or perennial training.,For the content of books,Ann has an almost unforgettable ability.。 As for the paintings or magical images of the scenes, she only needs to look at them for half a minute, and then she can redraw them almost perfectly. Great-grandfather thought that this memory was enough to make her a very good magic apothecary, but unfortunately her dream was not there.

She knocked softly on the door to the lowest floor of the tower. The doors automatically open inward, revealing a spacious hall and a spiraling staircase.

The towers are filled with the mysterious aroma of herbs. The smell varies from floor to floor and room to room – some are refreshing, others are peaceful. It may feel a little uncomfortable at first, but after a long time, you will like these special smells.

The main part of my great-grandfather's research was the connection of magic with various plants, what the Federation called 'magical pharmacy', which belonged to a branch of alchemy. When Ann was sick before, she also received herbal incense from her great-grandfather. Every time she falls asleep in the scent of magic, she has a beautiful dream. In her dreams, she sometimes stands on the top of a deserted snow-capped mountain, and sometimes rides the wind and waves on a huge sailboat. The landscapes that I had only read about in books appeared in front of me one by one, but they disappeared when I woke up from a dream.

She struggled to climb the spiral staircase to the top floor, and breathed for a moment before knocking on the door in front of her.

"Come in, Ann." A slightly serious, yet kind voice responded.

The girl pushed the door open. Behind the door is my great-grandfather's favorite study, where the sun shines on the left side of the desk, warm and bright. The quaint bookshelves on both sides are not only mystical books, but also various travelogues and expedition reports, recording strange places that few people know about in various parts of the mainland. For Ann, those travelogues were much more interesting than difficult potion books, and most of her dreams had come from them.

The Grand Duke of Egmonton stood up. He was nearly one hundred and twenty years old, and his long brown hair was casually scattered, with occasional gray hair, but he did not look old at all. He pulled out a chair for Ann, took out the paper and quill, and handed them to the girl.

The girl held the pen and thought about it. She had intended to recount all her plans and preparations in detail, but when she looked into her great-grandfather's eyes, she felt that all this was unnecessary. She believed for no reason that the old man could understand all her thoughts.

"I want to travel." She simply wrote, "Go and be the greatest explorer."

The Grand Duke of Egmonton did not disappoint her. The old man's gaze became serious, and without asking her any superfluous questions, he gave an answer—

"Okay."

After that, the details are discussed. In short, Ann's great-grandfather, as Ann's first funder, commissioned her to explore the coastline on the northern side of the continent, which was closer to the empire, including the drawing of maps. Grum, the guard officer who had been under the old man for more than 20 years, and a Beron man with excellent martial arts, accompanied Ann as an additional condition.

Other than that, everything else, such as buying ships or recruiting sailors, will be done by Ann and Elio alone.

This was both a test of her great-grandfather and a test of her own abilities. A journey of thousands of miles must have a beginning. This seemingly undangerous journey is Ann's best chance to prove her abilities - and she'll deliver an answer that will satisfy everyone.

Looking at the blue sky outside the tower window, the girl made a vow in her heart.