"Thank you, kind child."

"You're welcome."

The old nun with a kind smile walked the boy to the door of the church.

"Can you answer one more question for me?"

"Of course, please ask, kid."

"Perhaps very presumptuous... What do you think 'God's will' have in common?"

"Oh, this is not presumptuous at all. I can tell you with absolute certainty, child - God's will is everywhere. Your coming is God's will. Your meeting with me is God's will. I am also here.

I will reply to you under God’s will.”

"I don't quite understand. How do you perceive 'God's will'?"

“We don’t need to deliberately perceive, God’s will accompanies us from birth to death.”

The old nun spoke slowly, and then her eyes lit up as if she suddenly remembered something:

"Ah, let me quote a metaphor I once heard from an old gentleman...Boy, do you understand drama?"

"Well, I've seen a lot."

"The script is born from people's wisdom, but no matter how wonderful the script is, we can easily give it some definitions. For example, "McHay" is a tragedy, and "The Two Gentlemen of Bash" is a comedy. This is

Why? Probably because human energy is limited, and even talented dramatists have to make choices in their treatment of the characters in the play. This leads to the fact that some people are the protagonists as soon as they appear on the stage, and some are destined to be supporting roles.

."

"Aren't protagonists and supporting actors necessary for a drama?"

"Yes, kid. In a play, all the characters have the same script. There are obvious differences between the characters, but these differences are led by the person who created the play rather than the characters themselves. Don't you think this

Is it different from our real life?"

"It's a drama after all."

"So, if you think of the world we live in as a 'stage', and we are the 'actors', who do you think created the 'script' for us?"

"Lord God?"

"Well, kid, can you know...or guess whether we will meet again in the future?"

The young man shook his head decisively.

"Yes, God's 'script' is mysterious. It is obviously the same 'stage', but God has prepared a unique 'script' for each of us. In addition, God has also given us the ability to control our own emotions and personalities.

Rights allow us to enjoy freedom. Think about it from another perspective, does God not only not stop us from thinking, but also predict our behavior in advance?"

"You mean...the gods have already learned about people's future?"

"To be precise, God has already planned our lives."

The old nun’s words were full of piety:

"At the last moment of life, we will realize what kind of 'script' God has prepared for us, but before that, God's 'script' cannot be defined by anyone."

"I understand, Lord God's 'script' is 'God's will', right?"

"Well, it's like this, child. 'God's will' will always be with us. We can occasionally detect its existence, but it will take us a lifetime to fully understand it. 'God's will' represents God's relationship with mankind.

hope."

The young man was silent for a while, seeming to be trying hard to accept the old nun's words.

After briefly sorting out his thoughts, the contradiction in the young man's heart was somewhat eliminated, which made him very happy.

The young man thanked the old nun and left immediately.

Walking on a path covered with a thin layer of snow, the fresh air has a hint of wild fragrance. The path is quite short, and there is a carriage parked at the end. The four white horses in front of the carriage are very conspicuous.

Without hesitation, the young man stepped into the luxurious carriage.

At the same time, as if by magic, a large number of heavily armed cavalry emerged from behind the carriage - they had previously hidden their presence with magic.

The carriage drove slowly, and the cavalry followed neatly around the carriage. They all seemed to be nervous and able to cope with any emergencies.

In the car, the boy looked tiredly at the woman sitting opposite him - she had a scar on her forehead, which made her look much older than the boy.

"I almost went to find you, Your Highness."

"Sorry, the scenery near the church is so good that I couldn't help but stroll around for a while."

The woman threw the cigarette butt out of the window.

"Really? I thought you were chatting with people from the church."

"Well, your intuition is so keen."

"It's just a random guess. Did you talk about anything interesting?"

"It's true that I was curious first... Unfortunately, I was too stupid to fully understand what the old man said."

"Don't worry, old people always describe one thing in a very complicated way, so you don't have to blame yourself."

"Isn't the experience of the elderly very valuable? After all, it is the wisdom they have spent decades gaining."

"I don't think so, Your Highness. People will always get older, but getting older does not mean becoming wiser. Old people are not as gentle and kind as you imagined. On the contrary, most old people are stubborn, and stubbornness leads to failure.

..... Just listen to the experiences of losers. Although failure is the mother of success, this truth only applies to those who have succeeded and who were losers."

The young man muttered in dissatisfaction:

"How do you know if she has failed..."

"You are right, I was the one who was offended."

"..."

The woman decisively admitted her mistake. The boy was surprised and realized something, so he had to say nothing.

But the woman added another sentence:

"It doesn't matter, just come back."

"Well, thank you for your trouble."

The young man closed his eyes and adjusted his emotions, but the woman could clearly see the way he hesitated to speak.

After a long time, the young man spoke:

"Beilene...Beilene?"

"I am here, Your Highness."

The voice called the woman named "Beilene" out of her thoughts.

"How long until we arrive?"

"In about six hours, we will pass through the edge of the Pamu Desert, where there are many villages for rest. After about two days of walking, we will reach Bevera Mountain. The advance troops have already explored the route. There is no

Abnormal, if we continue to move forward, we——"

"Can it be faster?"

The young man interrupted Beilin. It seemed that he was not impatient. On the contrary, the young man secretly marveled at the strength of her memory. However, the young man had other more important things.

"We have to think about your safety. I can understand your mood, but waiting is necessary."

"Okay... But there's no need to worry about safety or anything, right? You're obviously here."

The boy showed a naughty smile:

"I heard that His Majesty will appoint you as the vanguard officer of the Northwest Front Army, is it true?"

"You have appreciated the award, but His Majesty has not given me the relevant notice yet."

"That's it."

"In addition, I am very sorry to be honest with you now...I cannot follow you all the way. In fact, I have to say goodbye to you."

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"There is an urgent task that I need to handle, and I have to set off immediately."

"Ah..."

The sudden news left the young man speechless for a moment.

"His Majesty asked me not to tell you the contents of the mission. He doesn't want you to be sad because of it."

"Sad? Me? Why?"

"You will understand in the future. For now, I beg your forgiveness."

"...raise your head."

Belin did so.

"I wanted to say it from the beginning, don't call me 'you' or 'your highness' in private."

The young man curled his lips helplessly, and then hugged Beilin:
To be continued...