By the time they shared the cookies, it was already evening. Roma turned into a lion and tore the stuffed goose, and Sabina whispered to her, but she listened indifferently.
"Someone wants to date you?" Roma choked as she didn't know what her ears caught.
"It's a date, not a relationship! They are indeed knowledgeable, but apart from knowledge, they are boring."
"The problem is." She dug out the bone stuck in her throat with her claws, "Why are we looking for you? You are thin and small, and you also like to yell."
"I am a human, not a lion. Don't judge me by the standards Lord Ronald taught you... and the eyes of most mysterious creatures."
"But he is very popular with women."
"Are you referring to his long hair, paw pads and sweet words?" Sabina tugged on the tip of Roma's ear. "No one dislikes them, but if you want to choose a partner, I prefer Mr. Larson's. people."
"I'm going to tell Ms. Helen."
"Shut up and eat your goose. I'm just saying that, and besides, you're not going anywhere now."
Many people told her to shut up, and Sabina was not enough to intimidate her. Roma pulled off a goose leg and sucked the meat from the bone. Sabina talks about her date and complains about the taste of drinks at a certain restaurant. Originally, it was difficult for the little lion to have the patience to listen to what she said, even though she brought snacks, but now Roma felt that she missed such innocuous homely verbosity.
"They will paint the surface of the fruit at the bar." Ms. Astrologer shared her knowledge. "It makes it look tempting, but it tastes like chewing a sponge. The paint changes the texture. I went there once and came back. Warn Mr. Larson never to take Mr. Helen there.”
"What on earth did you go there for?"
"Before I went to the appointment, I heard that my mentor invited Helen to have dinner with me." She probably overheard this. Even Roma had to admit that she was far behind Sabina in eavesdropping skills. But having said that, Larson asked her to arrange his meeting schedule, report on the progress of the project and related work, and Sabina's chances of being exposed to new information were dozens of times greater than Roma's. "This time Your Excellency Helen agreed to him."
"It's not easy." Maybe I had some help, Roma realized. "So how's it going with you and your date?"
"Not really. He's really annoying."
"Okay." Roma didn't want to care about these things at all, but what happened to Manet and Ingrid made her wary. "Does he have poor taste in choosing perfume or is he ugly? These seem to be your criteria."
"He talks like a little kid and we can't even talk to each other."
After Sabina entered the astronomy room, her classmates were naturally members of the astronomy room. "I thought you were going from the Harp Seat to the Enlightenment Seat."
"Morning Star is the main star of Harp, not a constellation." Sabina corrected, "It's not astrology. He thinks that the Blue Envoy Dean Rubin is more suitable to be the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and also said that the Commander never cares about communication with the mysterious fulcrum. "
Roma did not hesitate to unite with her: "Nonsense! Who is he?"
Sabina rolled her eyes. Apparently she had mentioned the other person's name to her before, but Roma didn't listen at all. "Wegley Sainsbury's."
She actually knew him. "That magnifying glass? No wonder he fell in love with you."
"Shut up, Roma! After all, I'm much more popular than you. He just admires me more, and he just happens to be childish. But the nickname is just as childish."
"Okay, actually I might have thought you were a good match before this." Wegley is also an acquaintance of Roma. He is a relative of Lord "Storm Songer" Aironi and also his student. Before the start of the fire ceremony last year, Larsen specially pulled him out as an excellent example of a graduating apprentice, but Roma naturally dismissed him. She felt that Wegley was being careless and angry at the time, so the nickname "Magnifying Glass" came out of her mouth, and it became popular in the tower. Presumably he himself would not like this nickname. "Wegley is an astrologer in the astronomy room and doesn't know anything about the Foreign Office. Maybe if I think of a new nickname for him, it will change your mind."
"I said, I don't like him." Sabina replied firmly, "It's different from the situation with Ms. Larson and Ms. Helen."
it's up to you. Roma had never considered relationship issues, but she felt that she needed to care about Sabina's date, what if the person she was dating was Dalton, the kind of person who would die if they broke up with her? "What kind do you like?" She licked the oil stars off her paws.
"How can you be so direct?" Sabina scolded with a frown. She blushed a little.
Wait, something doesn't seem right. Roma suddenly realized that there was no need for Sabina to be so angry about Wigley's views on the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. She was not me, she was an astrologer. "Nothing, right?"
"Not at all!" Before Roma said anything, Miss Astrologer jumped up. Magic stuffed all the bones and biscuit crumbs into the oil paper. She quickly picked up the basket and yanked open the door as if to express her misunderstood anger. "I'm going back to sleep. There are still subjects tonight. You can sleep on your own."
Who can still sleep? Roma jumped up and grabbed Sabina with her oily claws. She was moving incredibly fast, but Sabina was too close to the door. As a mysterious creature and a lion, it is impossible for an ordinary door to stop Roma, so her confinement is mainly achieved by the magic on the door. Miss Astrologer slammed the door and she bounced back to the ground like a ball.
Roma is annoyed that Sabina doesn't want to share this secret with her. But she could only sit on the floor and sulk, without even a sandbag around. If she had known earlier, she would not have done anything. It would have been so satisfying to ask Sabina directly. The excitement of the gossip rolled in her stomach, as if what she had just swallowed was not a stuffed goose but a shining, hot light bulb. Roma was tossing and turning and had to consider knocking herself out.
But Sabine's arrival allowed her to distract herself from matters outside Gray Wing Island, which Roma was grateful for. Maybe that's Larson's plan. He was always worried that the prophetic trip would cast a shadow on Roma. She is not as fragile as her mentor imagined, and her return in such good condition may be mostly attributed to Uriel. He not only found little Aiken, but also promised to help her fulfill Ingrid's last wish. Although Uriel didn't seem to believe what the half-elf said.
"I will do as you say." The leader's apprentice promised her, "but the effect is not guaranteed."
"What effect?"
"Of course it's revenge. Recently, hatred sells better than Sauvero tobacco in Knight's Bay." Uriel pointed to the confession book, which was being held by the White Envoy. "Ms. Ingrid believes you will help her because you care about the truth she tells you."
At that time, Roma was confused: "I do sympathize with her for this. Laurent Vigue is dead, does she want me to kill Dalton?"
"You have mistaken the target of her revenge, Roma. I guess what this Ms. Ingrid hates most is not Laurent Vig nor Dalton, but the White Night Knight Wolfgang who abandoned her and her mother. "
"He is dead!"
"But his legend still exists. When people talk about Wolfgang, they will say a true hero, a perfect knight, who is not burdened by personal feelings and ultimately achieves his career. She hates these praises and she wants to destroy him s legend."
"I do not understand."
"You don't have to understand, Roma, this is a bad thing. There will never be only one truth." There was something in his expression that she couldn't understand. "When I complete your request, I'm afraid the Gulf War will be officially renamed the White Night War. To be honest, I quite like that rose, but it blooms in the land of hatred."
Now that Roma had time to think deeply and make bold assumptions, the context of the matter became clearer. Ingrid told me her story, told me what Wolfgang had done for the honor of the family, but this could not shake the status of the White Night Knight in poetry, unless...she just wanted to make it clear that Ingrid Kumoi was Wolfgang's half-elf daughter is the source of chaos in Knight's Cove.
Roma knew that Dalton would kill Lord DeWitthearn in Beacon Town, and that there would still be no peace in Knight's Bay after the White Night War.
That's Ingrid's purpose. She wants to destroy his myth. When people mention White Night Knight Wolfgang again, no one will praise his feats, but blame his descendants for bringing shame to the family. Only Roma knows the truth, and even Dalton doesn't care. Knight's Bay is no longer Wolfgang's territory...the castle he built...the castle where the waves sound at night...no wonder she doesn't want to go back.
Helen, the witch of fate, destroyed the towers of Tidecastle and guided Dalton to the path of revenge. Ms. Helen asked Nadro to come to her, and the little lion knew this very well. But only fate itself knew that I was with Ingrid at that time, and Ms. Helen only knew of Ingrid's death. How did I meet Ingrid? There was only one ship on the pier at that time, "Iron Oar" Barov and his ghostly sailboat... Roma suddenly turned over and covered his head with a quilt. Uriel was wise in not telling me these things.
This can't happen anymore, Roma thought. The cell gave room to reflect on one's faults, but she found the place even more terrifying than the painful arcana of Gray Wing Island. I don't want to think too much. She didn't have nothing to do in the tower. About Foreign Office tests and lessons, Sabina's sweetheart, and the unpalatable fruit in the restaurant. This is what Roma Penelope should be thinking, and sooner or later someone will end those messy details and clues, and that person will not be me...
...However, Roma lifted the quilt and approached the door. The Red Prophecy is over and I won't hurt anyone anymore. With luck in mind, she poked the door lock with the tip of her paw.
"You really didn't sleep?" the guy outside the door blurted out.
Roma felt like she was dreaming.
