The dinner was held in a side room of The Hague Castle. The cool evening breeze and moonlight blow into the living room through the extravagant floor-to-ceiling windows, and the candle flame flutters like golden feathers, dyeing the whole room with a layer of brilliance.

A sky-blue tablecloth is spread on the long table. Fuchsia wines, soothing green cardamom and water spinach, veal ribs drizzled with piping hot sauce, white bread with milky aromas...... The servants of the castle brought these delicate foods to the table one by one, put away the cutlery, condiments and flasks, and quickly left.

Outside the window, the church bells rang on a moonlit night, the bell for pre-dinner prayers—a custom that was followed throughout the kingdom, from the poor of the town outside the castle to the lords who lived there, and the faith in the Radiant Cross was woven into all corners of the kingdom.

After silently reciting his prayer, Alan smiled very warmly at Edward, who was sitting beside him, "There are very few outsiders for dinner in our house, so you are our only guest tonight." ”

"It's an honor. While dealing with the easy-going young master beside him, Edward looked at the somewhat empty long table, which was full of delicacies, and there were only three of them—the stern-looking Lord Kwyn sat at the center of the long table, and the hospitable Young Master Alan was on his left.

"And a pair of cutlery. Edward lowered his voice and whispered to himself, his gaze swept lightly to the seat to the right of Lord Kwyn, where there was also a whole set of cutlery, and it was all pure silver like Lord Kwyn's.

"Huh?" Allen, who noticed Edward's gaze beside him, darkened his face slightly, lightly touched him with his elbow, lowered his voice and whispered, "That's for Brother Saila." ”

"I'm glad you can remember that you had a brother. The gloomy Lord Kwen glanced at Allen, and his deep voice was not emotional: "Even after he died." ”

"Father?!" Allen, who looked aggrieved, bit his lower lip tightly, and his body trembled slightly with excitement, as if he was trying his best to endure some kind of emotion: "I have never forgotten Brother Saira, how can you doubt me ......"

"I didn't doubt you, just casually. There was not even a hint of boredom in Mistress Kwin's gaze, as if he was just talking to himself, "Where is your mother now?"

"Mother is in the chapel of the castle, praying for Brother Saila. There was still a hint of pale on his cheeks, and he reluctantly smiled to answer his father's question: "She said she would come over for dinner later." ”

"Hopefully I won't finish it by then. The old man's voice was still stimulating Alan, not paying any attention to the girl who was silent there: "It's getting late. ”

Edward, who sat on the sidelines, quietly took a sip of the wine in his glass, as if he was enjoying dinner, but in fact did not stop listening to the conversation for a moment. When talking about the lady, Edward clearly saw a bit of disgust in his eyes.

But this atmosphere did not last long. The sound of slight footsteps came from the stairs on the side, and the black-haired boy looked past without a trace, still holding his wine glass in his hand.

This is a rather elegant lady, a simple but loose long dress worn on her body, but luxurious as if it were a banquet dress, satin blonde hair is scattered, and in that graceful and gentle smile, there seems to be a trace of sadness that cannot be dissolved, and her hands are pressed in front of her chest and she slowly walks down the stairs.

"Mother?!" The moment he saw the lady, Edward noticed that Alan's smile had become sunny again, but it seemed that he had noticed Lord Kwyn beside him, and he quickly restrained himself.

What really cared Edward was the age of the lady—Master Otto Crane was already over fifty years old, and according to Sir Loras and William Sr., Sir Sierra must have been about thirty years old, and this lady was definitely not thirty years old!

It's getting more and more bloody, but ...... It seems a lot more interesting than it was at first. Watching the lady walk slowly down the stairs, Edward couldn't help but look up and put down the cup in his hand.

"I didn't expect there to be a guest tonight, Otto. The lady whispered softly, and moved behind Lord Kwyn's chair, but the other party was unmoved. She was not in a hurry or annoyed, and smiled helplessly at Allen: "Can you introduce me to you, little Allen?"

"Yes, Mother. The corners of the girl's mouth raised shyly: "This is Edward Witwood, the attendant of a deceased friend of my father." ”

"One of the only survivors of that patrol led by Brother Saila, and the hero who saved everyone else!"

"So, you're the squire of the Knights of the Sacred Tree?" Allen's words made the noblewoman's eyes glow, as if her eyes were shining staring at the cheeks of the black-haired boy, and she walked over with a smile and looked at him with a little surprise: "The child who came back from the dead, the Bishop mentioned?"

"The next is just a waiter, and it doesn't deserve your mention. Edward's smile was extremely sincere, and he nodded to the other party to show respect: "A qiē is the will of the Radiant Cross, the gift of the Radiant Cross." ”

"If only the Radiant Cross could be a blessing to Serra. A look of compassion flashed across her face, but somehow, Edward didn't see the slightest pain in her eyes.

"Mr. Wittwood, then, now has no allegiance to his master...... Ah, sincere condolences. What are you going to do now? If I could, I would be missing an attendant of your age, and naturally I would be well paid for a gifted child like you. ”

"Love, ma'am. It wasn't clear what the other party's purpose was, but Edward smiled and declined: "But...... If a qiē shun lì, I will leave here tomorrow. ”

"Tomorrow? Isn't it too early, why not wait until ......?"

"Bring a chair to Madame, and a pair of cutlery. Master Kwyn suddenly interrupted the noblewoman's words and glanced at her casually, "Sit down, the soup will be cold in a little while." ”

“...... All right. The lady did not resist, but clearly had no intention of giving up. Edward smiled slightly, the news that this dinner had brought him was much happier than the food on the table.

.................. The night deepened, and the darkness of the corridor was incomparably empty, and the faint echo could be heard from the sound of light footsteps. The black-haired boy held the candlestick in his hand and groped his way to his room in the direction he remembered.

"Huh?" With a raised right eyebrow, Edward turned his head to look at the dark corridor, and a smile appeared on his face: "It's so late, hasn't Madame gone back to sleep yet?"

"Huh?" the lady was slightly stunned, as if she had been frightened, but she still had a dignified smile on her face. Walking over slowly, with a very kind smile: "Oops, I'm really sorry to disturb you?"

The young man's black pupils froze - the lady in front of him put her hands behind her back, and her expression seemed to be a little nervous: "It's nothing, I'm just going to go back to rest, if you don't have any instructions......"

"Ah, speaking ......of this," the lady looked at him kindly, her voice a little hesitant, "I don't know whether to ask or not, but Sir Loras said that the evil wizard was defeated by you, so ...... How much do you know about who he is?"

"My husband Otto has always been reluctant to mention this, but I always want to know who killed my child!" her graceful expression exuded maternal compassion: "Are these things related to those pagans in Dominica?!"

Edward was silent, wondering if the other party was trying to manipulate his own words - long before he came, Edward had a hunch that the wizard Aiden had nothing to do with the Hague fort, but it was clear that things were more complicated than he thought.

"Don't be afraid, child. The noblewoman clearly misunderstood Edward's silence, and her expression revealed a hint: "No one in The Hague Castle will dare to harm the guests of the Kwyn family, and Otto and I will protect you - just tell you what you know." ”

"That evil wizard...... Just an infidel, a disgusting heretic, and a bunch of murderous bandits, that's all. Edward looked at the noble lady with a natural expression, extremely calm: "That's all, I didn't find anything on him that could prove his identity, I'm very sorry, I couldn't help anything." ”

"No, it's okay...... Oh yes, Alan came to me just now. The lady immediately changed the subject, and said softly in a somewhat pitying tone: "This boy wants you to stay in The Hague Castle for a day or two longer, and he seems to care very much about you. ”

"As you may have noticed, Alan doesn't have any friends here, and his father, Otto, has always been a little ...... for this child Rejection mentality. Of course, this is just a mention, and we don't force anything. ”

Maybe it's a trap, but why would the other party want to keep him, is there a reason why he can't let himself leave, does it have something to do with the wizard Aiden? Edward muttered, leaving immediately seemed to be the safest option.

But why is there a small expectation in my heart, an inexplicable excitement? My heart is beating faster, and I seem to be eager to see what is about to happen.

"It was a privilege to be a guest at The Hague Castle. Edward smiled and agreed, "It is also a rare opportunity for me as a humble squire to get to know Sir Allen, thank you for the invitation, ma'am." ”