A week later, the First Army expeditions and the witches finally arrived in the town of Border, and from the day of departure, the mission took almost half a month, five days later than expected.[[]

The main reason is that when the fleet returned, the agent of the fortress, Pero Hermont, sent messengers to report the appearance of unknown diseases in the long song fortress.

Because Roland had already given Perot a reminder, when the epidemic was now under way, he took isolation measures as much as possible, closed all the urban areas, and reported to the border town for the first time.

After receiving the epidemic report, Roland let Maisie fire out, along the Red Water River all the way to the east, looking for the fleet carrying the first army soldiers, and let them re-roed to the long song fortress at the fork of the Redwater River, extinguish the evil epidemic and then return to the town.

Roland led the remaining members of the First Army and the families of the expedition to welcome their smooth return at the dock, accompanied by the familiar army march, the soldiers saluted the prince excitedly, and many people imitated the knightly on their knees and chanted long live.After walking down the dock, they hugged closely with their relatives, and the echo sounded at the time of the salute, and the atmosphere was very lively, attracting many serfs and fugitives.

Back at the castle, the Iron Axe gave a complete debriefing of the mission.

"You mean there are witches among the enemies of the First Army?"Roland thought for a moment, "It's unlikely that this is a rat man."

"Tusa also thinks so, he even thinks that rats are also assigned by other forces, otherwise these scum will rarely leave the nest."Those who can drive the mouse and have a witch, the king has only the church except Tiffaco."Iron Axe said, "Even the great nobles can't take out the chips that make the biggest black street organization in the local area pour in one breath."

“But Tifeko himself is in the East, and I think the suspicion of the Church is even greater.”Roland, thinking of Wendy and Ashes, thought it was not surprising that the church had a group of secretly cultivated witches.“Are you sure she’s dead?”

"The nightingeers were hit in the chest, and the chest was broken."The iron axe nodded, “We buried her in the wheat field, right where the body of the soldier was now being sent out.”

The team of three hundred people, on the last day encountered a large number of rats night attack, and finally died four times, the only victim died at the hands of the enemy witch.The four wounded were injured by the approaching enemy by the hand crossbow, and the continuous fire of the rifle made the battle end without entering the hand-to-hand combat stage.The wounded were also properly banded, and immediately after returning to the border town, they were treated by Nanawa - due to the presence of Lily, the wound was almost never infected, as long as the muzzle did not hit the key organs, and the probability of the wounded soldiers surviving after stopping the bleeding was extremely high.

In general, the first army's expeditionary operations have achieved such results, which has made Roland very satisfied.As for being infiltrated by a whistle, he did not know much about this, only to set up a light and dark whistle to monitor each other, but how to do it, or give it to the iron axe to ponder.

"I'll hold a medal ceremony tomorrow, just in the central square of the town, you go to inform all the members of the First Army."

After the iron axe retreated, Roland grew out of breath.

"Well done," he pulled out of the drawer, and put it on the table, "if it weren't for you, they'd be in danger."

The nightingeer is now in shape, laughing and taking the fish dry, "Say before you leave, everything has me."

“How’s each other’s strength?”

"The hand is very decisive, it should be years of training.If it hadn't been for the fact that she had turned and tried to resist, I'd have been in the mist, and perhaps it would have been puffed by the choking powder she had thrown out."The Nightingue shrugged and recounted the process lightly, but he knew it was all between the electric fiery stones, “I didn’t want to kill her... But when I saw her sting my eyes on Wendy, I understood that there was nothing to stop her but death.”

Roland was silent for a moment, "Do you remember what you said to me when you came back from the fortress after defeating Tfjord's militia?"

The Nightinge thought, “Isn’t that your fault?”

“That’s it,” he said, nod, “if she had been a witch raised by the church since childhood, would only see you as traitors and depraved, and it would be difficult to get her solidified thinking back on track without spending years together... At the very least, you saved Wendy’s life.”

The Nightinge laughed, “Are you comforting me?”

"Well . . ." cried Roland, coughing twice, "I really think so."

“Rest assured, I will not grieve for the enemy, though she is a witch, but the path she has chosen is completely different from the future I want to see, and I am connected to the ship that I am back on.”The nightingue touched a piece of fish and filled it into her mouth, "Kill the enemy and protect the sisters, I'm just doing my duty."

“You can think so,” Roland said with pleasure.It seems that she is still looking down on her, thinking that she will feel lost and confused for the killing of the witch by hand, and did not expect to be able to adjust in a short period of time, it seems that whether it is mind or belief, the nightinge has been close to maturity.

"But there is one thing I want to ask you," she hesitated for a moment after swallowing the fish.

“What?”

“What are you doing with Anna these days?”The Nightinginge, though her voice grew lower and lower, kept its eyes on the prince, "...you know what I mean."

Roland almost knocked over the cup in his hand, "Cough, you ask what this is... I've been busy setting up fugitives all these days, and I've had very little chance of being alone with her."

Her eyes lit up, "You're not lying."

“Certainly not, but I—”

Roland's second half of the words have not yet been said, the nightinge suddenly disappeared in front of him, immediately after he felt a soft lips on his mouth, the touch is fleeting, leaving only a smear of dried fish, after a good half day, he realized what the other party did.

“Wait—”

As a result, this sentence could not be said, two slender fingers blocked his mouth, although he could not see each other, but he knew that the nighting was beside him.

“I know what you’re trying to say...” came her whispering in her ear, “I don’t want to change anything, I don’t want to get in front of Anna, I just want to be around you, that’s all.”Please forgive me for not being born, because now I don't know what kind of expression I should face you with.You don’t hate me, do you?”

Roland opened his mouth, and if it was impossible to hate the nightinging, the obstacle in his heart came from the knowledge of the past two decades, not from his mere preference, at which point he could not deceive himself.

"If that is the case," she whispered, "then say nothing."It's not your fault, I just did what I wanted to do."(Unfinished.