...

“Is that... that?I know.”When he heard the news from the front, Roland only felt that there was no place for him to sink in, and after a while he whispered, "Your injury, what is it now?"

Then there was the silent silence.

When he spoke again, it was a few minutes later, “No, it’s not your fault, and there shouldn’t be such a time.”Now that the threat on the front lines has been lifted, come back and take a long vacation and rest for a while.”

After hanging up the phone, Roland leaned back on the back of the chair and sighed.

The Nightinger seemed to anticipate something that did not flash to the table as usual, but walked step by step to him, “Is it the call from the leaves?”

“Hmm.”Roland closed his eyes and said, "The war is over, the First Army has conquered Takila at a very small cost, and found half of the tower base in the aeghenite pit."Although the ambush plan failed, the enemy beheader confirmed that he was killed, and the curse no longer existed, which can be said to be a blessing in misfortune, but...” He paused, “The Ashes and Elena did not survive.”

“That—stupid?”The nightingale could not help but slack off, and then turned its head.

“Hear the lightning say that the ashes were at last superior, and perished with the devil, and there was nothing left on the spot but a small molten hilt of the sword.”Roland said slowly.

He had known through the phantom instrument that the ambush site had been besieged by the enemy, and that from the devil's arrangement it was like waiting for a witch to shoot.Unfortunately, the light curtain could only see a corner of the battlefield, and the special operations team decided to disappear into view soon after the west retreat, so that he was anxious for the next day and a half.

In fact, at that moment, Roland had the worst plan in mind.

The end result could be said to be much better than he expected.

But even so, when he really learned of the news of some casualties, he found that he could not relax at all.

After all, he passed the ambush program.

“The Grey is arrogant and arrogant, but at least every choice you make of yourself...” The Nightingale laid his hand on the back of his hand, “Eleanor, and believe they were prepared for it long ago, and you don’t have to put this responsibility on yourself—what you say to the leaves is the same for you.”

Roland nodded, and he still did not understand why the devil could see through the whole action in advance, and even regard the goal of annihilating the witch to the holy city of Takilla, but the facts could not be changed - as the leader of the gray castle and the united front, he could not show any depressing look in front of everyone, no matter what difficulties and setbacks should be.

If he is in the middle of the trough, how can he support those who are more sad?

Take, for example, Tili.

This is also the most difficult problem Roland feels at present.

From the words of the leaf relay lightning, the relationship between the two is probably much closer than he thought.Although Tiley did not act grieving at the time, still put the transport of the injured in the first place, but the loss of eyes can not be hidden - in the words of lightning, as if suddenly lost the luster.As for why the little girl secretly communicated that last sentence to him, it is also hoped that he can calm Tilly.

This is the least good thing about Roland.

I can only take a step forward, he thought.

In the afternoon, the Seagull returned to Winterfell.

The first to return were uninjured, or lesser-injured witches.The more serious injuries still need to be repaired in the front camp for a period of time, waiting for Nanawa to completely heal the wound.

Roland personally brought the rest of the league members to the airport to welcome their return.

Anna, Aegsha, Morrill, Fries... everyone walks down the gangway and hugs each other in turn with books, Nightingeon, and Schlenn, and the ordinary clerks in the league, such as bells, gray rabbits, pearls, and so on—whether it be a fighting witch or a non-combatant witch, a new generation or a survivor of the confederation period, whether it is an awakened or an ordinary person, there is no difference at this moment.

The last one is Tilly.

Roland walked up to her and said, “That...”

“Can I talk to you alone, brother?”Tilly raised her head.

...

Returning to the castle office, Roland confessed a few words to the Nightinge and closed the door himself.

“Well, what do you want to say...” He just turned around and felt his chest tightened, and a figure came up.

"Don't move, please," Tilly held him, her voice trembling slightly, "let me lean on like this for a while, for a while..."

Speaking of the back, her voice had already been crying, and the fingers holding the back were more and more forceful, almost as if they were to be embedded in the flesh.

That's it.

She is like herself, as a guide to the sleeping spell, she must not show excessive sadness in front of everyone, and the deeper the feelings, the more painful it is to restrain.It is not easy to persevere until now.

Roland gently patted her back and said, "No need to endure anymore, cry with confidence, no one can hear here..."

“Uh... uh...”

Tilly first let out a very oppressive sob, then more and more loudly, and finally let out a cry he had never heard - not even when he was maliciously bullied by the four princes when he was a child, the other party was not so sad.It is like a person who has lost his treasure, and the cry is full of sorrow.

The absence of verbal comfort is no longer important.

All he could do was stay with her until the end.

...

At the same time, the front camp.

The tent was lifted open, and yarn came in with a bowl of fried potions.

“Do you want to drink this again?”Andrea was vague.Her legs were tightly wrapped in gauze, and her cheeks were plastered with ointments—though there wasn’t much healing effect, but the cold touch would at least offset some of the pain for her."I can't drink sugar without sugar."

“So... I’m going to ask the medical team?”Scully hesitated.

“Where there’s sugar in the medical team, it’s not in Winterfell.Take it, help me up."

Andrea sat up and took the bowl, drinking the bitter painkiller.

“Cough, Nanawa is busy, how long will I have to wait for her treatment?”

"I asked, and it was almost three or four days, and she said that the witch had been punished by the gods and had been much more wounded than you, and that she had been hurt more than you."

“What else to say?”

Savi muttered in a low voice, "It's just that your leg injury just looks scary, but it's not fatal, just be honest with your medicine."

Andrea rolled her eyes, “I’m not that muscle monster, how can this degree of injury be naturally good?”

The latter eye is not red.

"Well," Andrea coughed, "when I didn't say it."

"No..." Si Wei shook her head, "I just think that your look just a little bit like ashes, so I can't help it..."

“I’m like her?What to play—” She just frowned and pressed down again.It seems that this is a bit vulgar, um...noble style, aristocratic style.“I’m just tired, so go back and rest.”Remember to say a word to the lightning or Macy in advance next time, and ask them to bring some honey back while they patrol, or at least make it easier for me to drink medicine."

"Well, I know."

“Thank you.”

After Jasmine left, Andrea found that her mood had never calmed down.

You know that a person is strong, and what is beyond the extraordinaryness in the end, do you think you are the queen of stars?

Now, after killing the devil, he has become a hero to save everyone.If only that was –

She lay down again, holding her face with her hand.

Bastard, have you not considered it?

Become like this now, how can I surpass you?