Release that Witch

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"Please use it slowly," the maid placed the wine on the square table and looked at the three strangely. "If you need to add wine, pull the rope off the door."

"Know, you go to work." Otto waved his hand, and the latter took a nap and turned away. As the door closed, the buzz of the lobby was blocked and the room was quiet.

Until now, he still felt his heart pounding and his eyes, staring at Andrea at a glance, for fear that she suddenly disappeared. "I thought it was a dream. Belinda and Oro thought you were dead. I didn't expect to see you again one day..."

After screaming in the market, the other party also turned his attention to him to respond to the name, which proves that she does not just happen to be similar.

No, it should be said that it must not be two people. Andrea's voice appearance is so good, every move has a unique temperament, it is difficult to compare with other women.

But the reaction of the other party was not as pleasant as the one expected, but the brow wrinkled, walked to his side, followed the command in the tone of the tone, and then rushed out of the market.

Probably she didn't want to cause too many people to watch. Yes, the nobility should not yell at the place where the civilians gather. It is too rude.

When they walked into a single room in a pub, he had the opportunity to look at each other again. For the past five years, she still looks like a memory. If it is a dream, he hopes to do it longer. a little.

"This is your old lover?" The black-haired woman whistleed.

"Since you have to follow, you should know the value of silence at this time," Andrea gave her a look. "No one will treat you as a dumb."

"I want to protect you," the other grinned. "Moreover, I started pulling me to buy Tilly's birthday present. Now I want to drive me away. It's too aristocratic."

"The aristocratic demeanor has to be seen," Andrea said. "It is not necessary for you."

"This is..." Otto didn't get a response when he saw his own words. He couldn't help but look at the black-haired woman who was equally outstanding. "Your friend?"

"Ember," she waited for Andreia to speak, and she said straightforwardly, "Who are you, why do you know her?"

"I am Otto Locy, from the morning kingdom." Hearing the other person's inquiry, he was slightly surprised that the woman who claimed to be ashamed was too straightforward and sharp. It seemed that she was not a well-educated aristocrat, Andre. Why is Asia staying with such people? "I have known Andrea since I was a child, and my sister Belinda, Toro's Oro, and the eldest son of the morning lord, Anpein, we are friends who talk about everything."

“It sounds like a bunch of powerful stories,” Ashes shrugged. “You just said she is dead?”

"that is because"

"Enough," Andrea interrupted. "Belinda and Oro are not wrong. The Queen of Quin, who you are familiar with, is dead."

"But you are still here," Otto shook his head again and again. "What happened at the time?"

In addition to the royal family, the most famous nobles in the morning light are the Tokat, Quinn and Losi. Their owners are the extremely trusted partners of the king and the ministers with real power. This tradition has continued since the dawn of the morning, and it is still true for their generation.

Among them, Andrea is the eldest daughter of Quinn's family. Both the appearance and the family are impeccable, and the number of pursuers is countless. Own and Oro are no exception.

But no one expected that during a spring trip, Andrea's carriage suddenly lost control and fell into the mountains. The accident even alerted the king. The three joint royals searched for a long time before they found her broken body at the foot of the mountain.

After learning of this result, Otto was so sad that it was a long time, and compared to Oro, who had already pursued action, he could tell the other person in the future. I thought I didn't have this opportunity anymore. I didn't expect to meet her again in this foreign land.

After a while, Andrea just sighed. "That was not an accident."

"what?"

"The carriage that was out of control five years ago, falling from the mountains, was planned by the family," she said in a low voice. "My father found the identity of my witch."

Ottoton stopped, "Witch?"

"It seems that you still hide very well," Ashes murmured. "Even a small to big partner can survive."

Andrea did not pay attention to her. "Yes, after the father knew this, he immediately arranged the accident. The person in the car was not me at all. The driver and the maid were killed. Then I was sent by him to the morning kingdom. Finally, she retired in the cliff city of the Grey Fort." She paused. "In fact, he did not ask me from the end, nor did he care about my thoughts. What I did was as soon as possible. I opened it."

It turned out to be the case... Otto was silent, and the "Flower of Glow", which was deeply loved by people, turned into a witch. If this news spreads, I am afraid it will cause serious problems to the Quinn family. Strike. However, the practice of falsifying accidents is also to protect Andrea's safety as a well-informed upper-class aristocrat. He has heard more than once that the witches who fall into the church will suffer miserable treatment.

After hesitating for a moment, he said his thoughts, but was interrupted by Andrea's sneer.

"Protection? As long as the father does not hand me over, what can the church do? With the trial army rushing into the inner city to arrest me?" Her voice raised a few points. "He is the prime minister of the morning lord." At the same time, I mastered the outer city patrol and did nothing. The father of Miss Nana Wa was originally a baron, but she rushed into the lord's castle for her daughter, and arguing with Roland under his face, and he would only drive me. Going home, is this also protection?"

Otto was speechless at the moment. After a long cold field, he hesitated and asked, "Would you... go back?"

"It won't be a day," Andrea stood up. "I said that the Queen of Quinn's family had died five years ago. This is what the father wants to see."

"Oro will go to your graveyard every year to give flowers, he still can't forget you."

She went to the door and whispered. "That's just his wishful thinking. One day he will forget."

Looking at the two disappeared outside the house, Otto was lying on the bench weakly.

He hates his own weakness.

It is still Oro that moves out at this moment, instead of saying his own mind.

I can't forget you either.

He closed his eyes.

(To be continued.)