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Scroll knocked on the door, and soon there was a response from inside, "Come in."
She pushed the door open and entered. Anna was sitting at the table by the window, flipping through a thick book. The sunlight poured in from the window, stretching the woman's figure. Her soft cheeks and neck were a little dazzlingly white under the light, and the flaxen hair covering her shoulders was almost dyed light gold.
After almost a week of getting along, Scroll has basically figured out the other person's temperament, such as speaking directly, never beating around the bush, being calm and quiet, and being particularly studious... Although, when conducting those experiments on semen, she may seem a little crazy, in short, it is difficult for a child born in a civilian family to be as pure and peaceful as Anna.
"You don't want to play that... card game?" Scroll pulled out a stool and sat next to Anna. In the past two days, the sisters would rush back to the castle as soon as they finished practicing, squeeze into Soraya's room to play the so-called Gwent cards, and compete for each other's collected paper pieces, seemingly enjoying it. Even Nana Payne, who came to play with Anna every day, rarely appeared less often after learning how to fight. Unlike the past few days, she could always see the little girl with magical healing abilities in the room.
"I want to read more books," Anna turned to the next page, "I don't have the same ability as you, so I have to spend more time on this."
She reads almost everything, from historical biographies to long poems, including various folk stories she heard from the streets and alleys. As long as they are compiled into books, she can read them with relish.
Scroll touched her head lovingly, "Don't worry, I will tell you everything I remember one by one."
This is the child who changed the fate of the survivors of the Mutual Aid Society, Scroll thought. Without her, Nightingale would not have gone to Border Town halfway, nor would she have met the four princes of Graycastle, let alone what happened next. In a sense, she is the savior of all witches.
This is also the reason why I was full of affection for Anna from the beginning, and the latter quickly accepted me after seeing the Book of Magic, and expressed great envy, which made Scroll feel a little ridiculous. In the Mutual Aid Society, no sister has ever envied my ability. On the other hand, Anna's magic capacity is the largest among all the witches Nightingale has ever seen. Her green flames are also very aggressive. According to your theory, this may be because she has absorbed a lot of semen. Another person who is equally powerful is Nightingale. This is because of Nightingale's past. Scroll has known about it before.
"Your hair is a little long," Scroll lifted Anna's bangs that were about to cover her eyes. "Has no one cut your hair for you?"
She shook her head. "I cut it myself."
Scroll was immediately interested. "Twisted hair is not good-looking. Let me help you trim it."
"Can you do this?"
"When I was in the Mutual Aid Association, I cut the hair of most sisters," Scroll chuckled. "Wait a minute, I'll go get the tools."
She quickly came back with a cloth bag. Spreading out the layers of white cloth, there was a pair of bronze scissors inside. The scissors were V-shaped, with fine scratches on both ends of the handle, exuding a moist luster, and were obviously often used. Before joining the Mutual Aid Society, Scroll used this pair of scissors to make a living by cutting hair in a tavern in Sea Breeze County. The copper eagles he saved were used to buy bread, and the rest were given to an old captain with a broken leg. The captain taught her to read and write until he died of old age.
Scroll skillfully unfolded the white cloth, tied it around Anna's neck, and began to help her trim her long hair.
"I... have some questions to ask you."
"What?" Scroll's fingers flew, and the scissors kept opening and closing in her palm, making a crisp clicking sound. The flaxen hair slid across her fingertips in clumps and fell to the ground.
"The book you showed me yesterday, many of the stories recorded in it have almost the same ending. Will the prince definitely marry the princess?"
Her hand paused slightly. The storybook was not a real book, but a collection of folk tales she had heard from sailors in Sea Breeze County for more than ten years. However, Scroll deliberately selected the content. Stories without a happy ending were not accepted, and stories where the prince and the princess were not together were not accepted. In the end, a book was compiled and conjured up for Anna.
She knew that the other party would definitely ask such questions after reading it, but when she really wanted to answer, she felt a little reluctant.
"Most of the time, of course, some princes will marry the daughters of the Grand Duke or the Duke, such as King Wimbledon III of Graycastle, whose wife is the daughter of the Duke of Silver Light."
After saying this, Scroll sighed in his heart. Wendy mentioned Nightingale's concerns to her. Compared with the mature and calm Shadow Killer, she was more worried about Anna, who was getting closer and closer to His Royal Highness. How important this woman is to His Royal Highness, anyone can see it. When Anna is present, Roland's eyes always fall on her more. She is busy with work several times more than other sisters in a day. After Nightingale and Wendy's room was changed to double living, His Royal Highness did not adjust Anna's room, and explained that if Nanava stayed overnight in the castle, she could sleep in the same bed with Anna - he did not realize that as the owner of this place, he did not need to explain at all.
Anna is the same. She doesn't talk much when she is with other witches. She is a quiet listener most of the time. She only becomes active when she is next to Roland. If there is anything that can make her eyes leave the book, Scroll bets that it must be His Royal Highness the Prince.
Unfortunately, Roland is the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle and the future king that the witches will strongly support, while Anna is a witch.
Scroll can't remind His Royal Highness the Prince, so she had to come up with this method to hint at Anna. She doesn't want there to be a gap between the two of them, and she doesn't want to see a tragedy that has no result.
"Why?" Anna shook her head, as if trying to get rid of the loose hair on her neck, "What if the prince doesn't like the princess or the noble lady?"
"Uh..." Scroll didn't expect her to ask this, "Then he has to marry. Because the prince is likely to become king, and the king's marriage is not just his business," she tried to recall the relevant knowledge recorded in the book, "In order to stabilize the great nobles far away from the border of the kingdom, to appease the neighboring countries that are ready to make a move, and even to make a good deal. But the most important thing is that the king must have an heir."
Anna didn't ask any more questions, which made Scroll feel a little relieved. This kind of thing can only be persuaded slowly, she believes that one day the other party will understand. After trimming the hair, Scroll smiled and scratched the ends of Anna's hair, "Not bad, you look much more energetic."
"Thank you," Anna said with her head down.
"Well, today's book..." Scroll thought for a moment and decided to summon a history of the evolution of the Wolfheart Kingdom's royal family to reinforce the impression instilled today. "Let's choose a family biography."
When she was about to say goodbye, Anna suddenly said, holding the Book of Transformation, "I don't think Roland is the prince in the stories." Her voice was very sure, and she didn't sound like she was trying to convince herself. "He only does what he wants to do and it has nothing to do with anything else."
"..." Scroll was stunned. "Why?"
"If he was that kind of prince, he wouldn't have saved me."
Scroll was speechless.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and Soraya rushed in like a cheerful little bird, holding a stack of papers in her arms.
"Sister Anna! Sister Scroll ! It's your turn! His Royal Highness wants to leave a portrait for everyone!"
Scroll and Anna looked at each other, tacitly skipped the previous topic, and cooperated with Soraya.
As expected by Anna, Scroll chose a posture of sitting upright on a chair, with her legs slightly sideways. Even though she was over 40 years old, her gentle temperament became more profound. Her long black hair wrapped around her snow-white neck and scattered on her plump chest. The witch costume outlined her slender waist, just like a beautiful lady. When Scroll saw her appearance above, she didn't expect that he would be so beautiful.
When it was Anna's turn, Anna asked to draw a few more pictures.
The first one was still a normal look of standing by the window and looking out, full of intellectual breath.
When it came to the second picture, Anna posed in a more seductive posture.
Anna took off her shoes, revealing her slender feet wrapped in black silk stockings, then stepped on the chair, and sat on the desk.
The short skirt of the witch costume was blocked, revealing most of her long legs.
Soraya was asked to squat beside the chair and paint from a bottom-up perspective. Soraya couldn't help swallowing her saliva. From her perspective, Anna's entire beautiful legs wrapped in black silk stockings were exposed. Under the short skirt, although the shadows prevented her from seeing the whole picture, the mysterious place attracted her attention like a black hole. She couldn't see anything and it was dark, but she couldn't help but think of what kind of beautiful scenery would be at the end of the black silk stockings?
"Anna...is this too..." In the end, Scroll couldn't help but speak.
"This is for His Highness to see, it's okay." In return, Anna said in a faint tone.
After the second photo was finished, Anna unbuttoned her witch costume in front of the two of them, and the hem of her skirt fell to the ground. Then she turned her head, revealing half of her shoulders, and her beautiful buttocks with black stockings without underwear below her slim waist.
Soraya's brush kept recording the scene in front of her.
And Scroll shook his head helplessly. She had long known the relationship between this witch lady and His Highness. Even other witches, including Nightingale, seemed to have some unclear relationship with His Highness. Before, Scroll was very worried that His Highness only regarded witches as tools for use and sexual gratification. However, judging from the exchanges during this period, this His Highness seemed to be really different.
Otherwise, how could these witches follow him wholeheartedly? Especially Nightingale. Scroll knew that she had the ability to see through lies, and because of the unbearable experience in the past, Nightingale would not open her heart to a person with ulterior motives.
This is fine, this is fine, Scroll thought so. She knew the advantages of witches very well. Even if His Royal Highness married the daughter of a nobleman as queen, witches would be able to occupy a place in the harem. No, a large part. There should be no ordinary woman who could compete with the beauty of witches, especially this kind of beauty is not repeatable, and it is accompanied by a variety of personal temperaments.
The only worry now is that His Royal Highness will not be too obsessed with the bodies of witches and cause physical discomfort, but this is not something I should worry about.
However, thinking of the matter of witches and semen, and the scene where Anna was constantly inseminated by workers before. If these are all tacitly approved by His Royal Highness... Alas, what am I thinking about? His Royal Highness must understand, then for witches, His Royal Highness is really an excellent choice, and it seems that infertility is not important.