When they shared the cookies, it was already evening. Roma turned into a lion and teared the goose, Sabina whispered to her, and she listened half-responsively.

"Someone is looking for you to date?" Roma choked when he didn't know which sentence he caught.

"It's a date, not a date! They are indeed knowledgeable, but they are very bored except for their knowledge."

"The problem is." She used her paws to pick out the bones stuck in her throat, "Why are you looking for you? You are thin and small, and you like to yell."

"I am a human, not a lion. Don't measure me by the standards that Lord Ronald taught you...and the vision of most mysterious creatures."

"But he is very popular with women."

"Are you referring to his long hair, paw pads and sweet words?" Sabina pulled Roma's ear tips. "No one doesn't like them, but if you want to choose a partner, I prefer someone like Mr. Larson."

"I'm going to tell Ms. Helen."

"Shut up your mouth and chew on your goose. I'm just giving an example, and you can't go anywhere now."

Many people asked her to shut up, and Sabina was not enough to intimidate her. Roma pulled off a goose leg and sucked the flesh in the crack of the bone. Sabina talked about her date and complained about the taste of the drinks in a certain restaurant. Originally, it was difficult for the little lion to have the patience to listen to her about this, but even though she brought snacks, Roma now felt that she missed such harmless homely words.

"They will paint the surface of the fruit on the bar." Miss Astrologer shared her experience, "making it look tempting, but it tastes like chewing a sponge. The pigment changes the texture. I went there once and came back to warn Mr. Larson not to take His Hon Helen there."

"What the hell are you doing there?"

"Before I went to the appointment, I heard that the tutor invited His Excellency Helen to have dinner together." This was probably what she eavesdropped on. Even Roma had to admit that she was far worse than Sabina in terms of eavesdropping skills. But then again, Larsen asked her to arrange his meeting schedule and report on the progress of the project and related work. Sabina's chance of getting in touch with new news is dozens of times that of Roma. "This time Helen promised him."

"It's not easy." Maybe there was my help here, Roma realized. "Then how are you and your date?"

"Not really. He really hates it."

"Okay." Roma didn't want to care about these things at all, but the encounter between Manet and Ingrid made her wary. "Did he choose perfumes with poor taste or ugly appearance? These seem to be your standards."

"He talks like a kid, and we can't even talk together."

After Sabina entered the astronomical room, her classmates were naturally also members of the astronomical room. "I thought you would talk from Harp to Qiming."

"The Star of the Ancestral Star is the main star of the harp, not a sign." Sabina corrected, "not astrology. He believed that Qing made Dean Rubin more suitable for becoming a foreign minister, and said that the commander never cared about communication with the mysterious fulcrum."

Roma did not hesitate to unite the front 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 Synesbury."

She actually knew. "That 'magnifying glass'? No wonder he fell in love with you."

"Shut up, Roma! No matter what, I'm much more popular than you. He just admires me more and just happens to have a naive idea. But this nickname is just as naive."

"Okay, actually, I might think you're quite a match before that." Weigley is also a Roma's acquaintance. He is a relative of Lord Eloni, the "Ode to the Storm" and his student. Before the fire ceremony last year, Larson deliberately pulled him out as an excellent example of graduate apprenticeship, and Roma naturally disdained her. She felt that Weigley was petty and angry at the time, so the nickname "magnifying glass" blurted out and spread in the tower since then. I guess he wouldn't like this nickname. "Wegley is an astrologer in the astronomical room and doesn't understand the Ministry of Foreign Affairs at all. Maybe I want a new nickname for him, and you will change it."

"I said, I don't like him." Sabina replied firmly, "It's different from Larsen and Ms. Helen."

As you like. Roma never considered emotional issues, but she thought she needed to care about Sabina's date, what if the other person was Dalton's kind of person who would die if they broke up? "What kind of thing do you like?" She licked the oil star on her paws.

"How can you be so direct?" Sabina frowned and scolded her. She blushed a little.

Wait, something seemed to be wrong. Roma suddenly realized that there was no need for Sabina to be so angry about Weigley's view of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. She was not me, she was an astrologer. "No, right?"

"Not at all!" Roma said nothing, and the astrologer jumped up. The magic stuffed bones and biscuit slags into oil paper. She quickly picked up the basket, as if she wanted to express misunderstood anger. "I'm going back to sleep. There's still a topic tonight. You go to bed yourself."

Who can still sleep? Roma jumped up and grabbed Sabina with oily claws. Her movements were astonishingly fast, but Sabina was too close to the door. As a mysterious creature, she was still a lion. It was impossible for ordinary doors to stop Roma, so her confinement was mainly achieved by magic on the door. The astrologer slammed the door, and she bounced back to the ground like a ball after hitting.

Sabina was unwilling to share this secret with her, and Roma was very annoyed. But she could only hang on the floor and sulk, and there was not even a sandbag around her. She wouldn't have done anything if she had known it. She asked Sabina so much that it was so satisfying. The excitement brought by gossip rolled in her stomach, as if what she had just swallowed was not a goose, but a shiny and scorching light bulb. Roma couldn't sleep and had to consider knocking herself out.

But Sabina's arrival distracted her from the matter outside the Grey-winged Bird Island, which made Roma very grateful. Perhaps this was Larson's plan. He was always worried that the prophecy would leave a shadow on Roma. She was not as fragile as the mentor imagined, but she was probably due to Ulier who could come back so well. Not only did he find Little Aiken, but he also promised to help her fulfill Ingrid's last wish. Although Ulier didn't seem to believe the half-elves' words.

"I will do what you said." The commander's apprentice promised her, "but the effect cannot be guaranteed."

“What effect?”

"Of course it's revenge. Hate is more popular in the Knights' Bay than Sovero tobacco leaves." Ulier pointed to the book "Confession", which was being held in his hand by the White. "Ms. Ingrid believes you will help her because you care about the truth she told you."

Roma was puzzled at the time: "I do sympathize with her for this. Laurent Wigg is dead. Could it be that she wants me to kill Dalton?"

"You got the wrong object of her revenge, Roma. I guess the lady Ingrid hated Laurent Wigg or Dalton the most, but Wolfgang, the White Night Knight 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, the perfect knight, who is not burdened by personal feelings and eventually achieves a career'. She hates these praises and wants to destroy his legend."

"I do not understand."

"You don't need 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 instructions, the Gulf War will probably be officially renamed the White Night War. To be honest, I like that rose very much, but it blooms on the land of hatred."

Now Roma has time to think deeply and assume boldly, and the context of things becomes clear. Ingrid told me her story, telling me everything Wolfgang did for family honor, but this could not shake the White Night Knight's position in poetry, unless... she just wanted to make it clear that Ingrid Yunjing was Wolfgang's half-elf daughter and the source of chaos in the Knights Bay.

Roma knew that Dalton would kill the Earl Dewet Hearn there in Lighthouse Town, and that after the White Night War, there would still be no peace in the Knights Bay.

This is the purpose of Ingrid. She wanted to destroy his myth. When people mentioned Wolfgang on the White Night Knight again, no one would praise his feat, but accused his descendants of shame on his family. Only Roma knew the truth, and even Dalton didn't care. The Bay of Knights was no longer Wolfgang's territory... the castle he built... the castle where the tide of the night sounded... no wonder she didn't want to go back.

The witch of fate Helen destroyed the tower of Chaosheng Castle and guided Dalton to revenge. Ms. Helen asked Nadall 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 about Ingrid's death. How could I meet Ingrid? At that time, there was only one ship on the dock, Barov and his ghostly sailing boat...Roma suddenly turned over and covered his head with a quilt. Uriel didn't tell me these things, he was very wise.

This can’t be done anymore, Roma thought. The confinement room gives people room for reflection on mistakes, but she found that this place is even more terrifying than the painful secrets of Graywing Bird Island. I don’t think too much. She doesn’t have nothing to do in the tower. Regarding the Ministry of Foreign Affairs tests and courses, Sabina’s sweetheart, and the unsavory fruits in the restaurant. This is what Roma Penelope should think of, and those messy details and clues will sooner or later end, and that person will not be me...

...However, Roma lifted the quilt and approached the door. The Red Prophecy is over, and I will not hurt anyone anymore. She poked the door lock with her claws with her luck.

"You really didn't sleep?" the guy outside the door blurted out.

But Roma felt that he was dreaming.
Chapter completed!