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The snow outside the window grew larger, and a nail-sized snowflake scattered from the sky and looked away, and the town was full of their figures.The gray-white elves dance with the wind, fall densely to the earth, and become one with the white roof and tree apricots, and this scene will make people feel cold.

The more so, the more it was warm for Tilie.

She leaned on the back of the recliner, half covered in a soft blanket, and her feet in the barrel of fire—a convenient heating device from Roland Wimbledon’s invention, square barrels and chairs flushed with a charcoal pot inside, separated by a horizontal wooden fence in the middle.It is not like a bonfire burning, too close to be easily burned, far away and feel not much heat.As long as the feet on the wooden fence, you can enjoy the warmth of the charcoal fire up close, and then cover the quilt, the whole body seems to be surrounded by warmth.

The snow outside the window is even more foiled out of the comfort of the house, and the happiness generated by the comparison is impressive.

It must be said that the treatment of the witches here and the fact that a year ago was completely heaven and earth, it is not difficult to understand that they did not want to leave the town, because even she herself enjoyed the moment.

In addition to her, there was Anna and Agra, Anna's bedroom, and in her spare time, Tilie would come to the door with a book and ask the other person for advice.At first, there were only two of them, and now there is an ancient witch who awakens from the ruins.Anna simply moved the barrel from the table to the empty room, and let Roland add two chaise longues, three people sitting around the barrel of fire, feet together, to study the eye-opening novel knowledge.

More often than not, of course, they just ask, Anna answers.

"It is hard to believe that such a book is actually from the hands of mortals," Ai Gesha, "the more he took a breath, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the world seemed to be so, and all the chaos implied laws, and all things follow the same rules."Even if he came from Takira, the Federation would have included him, perhaps on an equal footing with the higher-ranking witches.”

At first, she also questioned the contents of the book, but with Anna's careful answer, Gessa's attitude towards Roland has been greatly improved.

But Tily believes that this change is only for Roland, and other mortals are probably still stupid in their eyes.

She could not help but sigh at this, only she knew that this knowledge did not belong to Roland Wimbledon, but to another person, a person who suddenly appeared in his mind.

After these days of getting along with Hilvi's corroboration, Tiley basically confirmed this statement.But then, it proves that he still has become an unattainable thing.And the most doubtful thing is that he really does not know where this part of the memory comes from, who belongs to?It’s hard to believe that memories can be completely cut off from life, at least not on your own.As long as the knowledge of the court teacher is recalled in the mind, the eyes will always flash the relevant fragments at that time.

“Where did he learn this knowledge?”“I thought the study of mortals had reached such depth, but these days it seems not much different—even a little behind—even a little behind, it seems to have been observed these days.”

"I don't know," said Tily, shrugging, "it can't be learned from the palace anyway."

“What kind of person was he before?

The question made Anna raise her head too.

“Before,” Tilly paused for a moment, “arrogance and timidity, I’m self-absorbed, unlearned, and bad character... Probably the only advantage is that I haven’t done anything harmful to the prince.”

“Is it human level?”

"No, he's a bad guy among mortals," she complained. "Even if it gets better when he comes here, he still makes it clear what he's thinking... There's nothing he's holding in his stomach and trying to convince others to believe him."

The room suddenly calmed down.

“What happened?”Tilly thought the eyes of the two were strange.

"No... nothing," said Anna, covering her mouth, "that's the first time I've heard you say this."

Hell, it was only then that she found herself saying it, and that such a complaint should not come from an ally, presumably too relaxed in recent days, "I mean—"

"It's all right, your Highness doesn't make it more of that," said Anna, shaking her head. "Probably he has his own reasons."

“Roland...” said Tily, “hasn’t he mentioned this to you?”

"No," Anna said, "I didn't ask, if he wanted to say it, he would always say it."

Also, she sighed in her heart, for the other party, from the first face of the prince, it should be the change of Roland, to consider this kind of problem is meaningless.

“Hear what you mean, he was and is he judged two now?”Agra has asked with interest, "The more extraordinary is spread in the exploration meeting, the more extraordinary, the more different from the quirks of ordinary people, perhaps this change is normal."Did Roland howling at the moon while he was in the palace, or stared at the wall for a long time?"

“What a quirk...” said Tily, shaking her head helplessly, “he used to be no different from ordinary people except to act a little bit.But I also heard it mentioned that he had been trumpeting in court class to marry a witch, presumably because of these words, Golon and Tfico had always tossed him in the name of purifying the devil's minions, and that his father was not happy with this behavior, and that his character became more and more insatiable afterwards."

“Discriminated for wanting to marry a witch?”Agra has left her mouth open, “This is a great ideal in Takila.Of course, there are very few successful people, and most witches do not want to spend their whole lives with only one man.”

“But unlike four hundred years ago, if he marries a witch, he would have no children to inherit all his things, and how could his father have a favourable opinion of this idea.”Tily sighed, "But it's been more than a decade, and he should have forgotten the stupid things he said."

“Is it?”Anna suddenly said, "But he still wants to marry a witch."

"Well, do you remember—wait," said Tily, not getting her eyes, "you mean now?"

"Well," she said with a slight smile, "Her Highness Roland himself said."

Tiliton stood there.

(Unfinished.)