“Mr. Tily!”

Under the leadership of the Nightingou, the five princesses did not expect that the first to come out to meet was Hilvi.She ran cheerfully to herself, could not afford to salute, and bent over and hugged herself, “How did you come, it’s still autumn?”

“It’s no different from winter,” laughed Tilly, “and what about the others?”

“Lotus is building a house for the fugitives, Evelyn and the candle should be in the industrial zone at this time, and honey is training the messenger in the back garden,” said Hilway, breaking his finger, “Your Highness has sent someone to inform them.”

"Don't worry, I think you'll see them soon," a voice that sounded familiar but felt very strange sounded from behind Hilway.

Tiley looked up, a gray-haired man was smiling at himself, his appearance and the look in his memory did not change much, but his smile and expression did not repeat the feeling of the past.

"Welcome to the border town, my dear sister."

...

Tiley's thoughts surging, she had too much doubt to blurt out, but her face remained calm, and Roland Wimbledon walked into a room that looked like a study.

"Please sit down," the other party poured a cup of warm black tea and handed it to himself, "I don't see you for a whole year, I know you have a lot to talk to me, I do the same thing... but don't worry," he looked out the window of the snow, "this winter is still very long."

She held the cup, did not answer, but sat at the redwood table, quietly looking at the four princes.

In this opening statement alone, Tily felt that it was not the impression that his brother could say it could be - he was cowardly and timid, the outside was strong, and the most important thing was to escape, and never wanted to respond positively.Roland Wimbledon is completely different in front of him, he is trying to control the initiative of the dialogue, although the tone is soft and gentle, but it is completely the top.

“Nighting, Roland fascilled.”

“But your Highness...” came the voice of the leading witch in the room.

"It doesn't matter, she's my sister."

"Well," the Nightingeer was silent for a moment, and then he left the house.

“Now it’s just me and you,” he smiled, returning to the square table.

Tily was silent for a moment, “Who are you?”

She had thought that the other party would hesitate, or pretend to be vain, and did not expect him to answer very quickly: "I am your brother, Roland Wimbledon, the four princes of the Greysburg."Then he laughed, "I know I've changed a lot, but I'm willing to explain it to you."

Tiley suddenly remembered what he wrote in his letter: "As for what made me make this decision, and what makes me no longer as indifferent to everything as I used to be, these chores can be said slowly when there is a chance."It was probably the words that prompted her to make up her mind to come to this remote town.

She couldn't help but lift her mouth, "I'll listen."

The whole story is not complicated, but very exciting, listen to Roland after the whole experience of being sealed to the border town, Tiley found that her tea cup is empty.She took a long breath and re-read the narrative.In short, a witch named Anna touched Roland, and through the rescued witch, he saw the evil of the church and the demagoguery of the people.Then the assassination of Garcia let him feel the darkness under the royal power, even if hiding in the corner still can not escape the malicious, he finally decided to change all this.

This passage sounds a bit dramatic, but it is a grudging explanation, but the problem is that the strange knowledge, whether it is a steam engine or a musket, cannot be known by a momentary perception.

“So, the ultimate factor in all this, or are you talking about the sudden extra memory in your head?”Tilly asked.

"Indeed," Roland said earnestly, "I know it's hard to believe, but it's so... I was lucky enough to escape the assassination of my sister, and I woke up from my coma to understand this."If meeting Anna is an incentive, then what I remember is the help I want to change the status quo.”

The witch?Tily thought that the possibility of replacement and control was not very large, and that Silvey had confirmed this - the ability to help the witch together was not mysterious, they had to practice on a daily basis, and no one's ability fell into these two categories, not even slightly closer.

The only possibility was occupied, and she did not rule out the ability to acquire the other's thoughts by encroaching on the body.But this speculation is equally vague, and Roland Wimbledon is no longer regarded by his father, and it is also the indisputable prince of the Grey Fort.The stone of divine punishment is not rare for him, and there are always knights and guards around him, and it is impossible to let a witch with no hidden ability easily approach him.

And how could there be such a witch who could know so many extraordinary things?As a child, she rummaged through the library of the palace and received several white-haired and knowledgeable court teachers, but even they never talked about the use of steam and snow powder to replace animal power and swords.

In this way, it seems that strange learning and strange encounters are so matched.

“How do you prove that you are Roland Wimbledon, not that part of the memory?”

Tily knew that the question was quite impolite, and that the four princes of the past would inevitably burst into thunder and throw away from the table.

"Because I still remember what happened in the court," the other said in a calm tone, "I think the essence of distinguishing a person lies in the unique memory."If a witch becomes like you and has a different memory, she is still a different person.I have many strange memories, but I can’t remember where they came from.And the look of you being left on the glass slag weeping is still in sight, so that is proof of that."He paused, "Of course... I never had time to apologize to you, and hopefully it's not too late."

Tiley was silent, and the Roland outfit in front of her was clean and sincere, as if she were telling a fact that there was no doubt about it.It was evident that at every point of view he was much better than the previous prince, but he still had doubts in his own mind.

"It's... unbelievable."

"It's normal," Roland seemed to see through her thoughts, "a lot of things will feel incredible before they have experienced it in person."I didn’t expect my sister to wake up as a witch and hide it from everyone in the palace.But ... as I said at the beginning, this winter is still very long, and we can get to know it slowly.”

That's probably the most appropriate solution right now, and Tilly nodded, "Then the next few months... will trouble you."

"Leave it to me, you'll like it here."

(Unfinished).