Theresa kept running...running...

She didn't know where she wanted to go, she just knew she wanted to escape from this place.

Even if she stayed here for a second, she seemed to be able to see the scene when the Revolutionary Army captured the palace that night.

The girl kept running...running...

When she stopped panting, she had unconsciously climbed to the tallest tower in the palace.

It was her favorite place to stay when she was young. Whenever she was sad, she would hide alone in the attic of the tower and cry.

And every time, her elderly grandmother, Maria II, finally found her in the attic, stroked her head with a smile, comforting her not to cry and be strong.

Her grandmother was a competent queen, but also a kind grandmother.

But nothing is gone.

My grandmother is gone, my home is gone, and even my identity is gone.

She could only live incognito, and she would wake up from her sleep for countless nights, dreaming of the night when the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed.

No hatred.

After she traveled with her teacher, she realized that the demise of the Holy Mannia was taken for granted.

However, she didn't know how to face the hatred of the angry people.

She didn't know what kind of trial would come when her identity was made public.

The girl hid in the attic, curled up and cried constantly.

Fear, confusion, sadness...

Various emotions were intertwined, making her want to escape from this world.

"Don't cry anymore... your eyes will be red when you cry, and you will not look good."

Grandmother's kind voice came, and Teresa was slightly shocked.

What caught my eye was a handkerchief.

She slowly raised her head and saw her grandmother holding a handkerchief, looking at her curiously and nervously.

Teresa was in a daze, and her grandmother disappeared, and replaced by an elderly woman.

Judging from the clothes, it seems to be a civilian.

Seeing the girl raise her head, the old woman smiled kindly and said:

"Children, when you are sad, just think about something happy."

Teresa stared at the old woman in a daze, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally reached out her hand.

At this moment, she thought of her grandmother.

"thank you……"

The girl swallowed even more.

The material of the handkerchief is not good, and it is patched, but it is washed very clean.

Teresa wiped her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Thank you, I'll clean it and return it to you..."

After speaking, she silently chanted the spell and performed the cleaning technique.

Seeing the magic glory, the old woman's eyes flashed with nostalgia:

"Cleaning magic... I really miss it."

Theresa was slightly stunned:

"Are you... also a mage?"

She did not sense the fluctuations of magic in the old woman.

"No, I'm just an ordinary person."

The old woman shook her head.

"Then how can you... recognize the cleaning technique?"

Theresa was a little curious for a moment.

The old woman reminded her of her grandmother, and the uneasiness in her heart unknowingly dissipated a lot, replaced by doubt.

"Daughter...My daughter is, she often uses cleaning techniques to help me clean."

The old woman said, her smile was very proud.

Teresa was stunned and nodded slowly.

The old woman didn't say anything anymore. She stood in front of the window of the tower and looked out quietly.

The sun shone on her hunched back and cast a thin shadow on the ground.

Teresa followed her eyes and the distant view of the palace came into view. Further away, there were crisscrossing streets and urban areas.

Here, she can overlook the entire Mannia and is also her favorite place to look into the distance when she was a child.

Prosperity, peace, prosperity.

“Is the scenery beautiful?”

Noting Teresa's gaze, the old woman asked with a smile.

Theresa nodded.

beautiful.

Of course beautiful.

Since she was a child, her favorite thing was the scenery here.

“I think it’s beautiful too…”

The old woman sighed.

Theresa's heart moved:

"Are you... a tourist too?"

"Yes, I'm old and can't walk anymore. I've gotten rid of my energy and climbed up."

The old woman pounded her back and said to herself.

"One person? Where is your daughter?"

Theresa was a little confused.

The old woman was silent.

Just as Teresa was wondering if she had said the wrong thing, the old man spoke again:

"She's gone."

"Not here?"

Theresa's eyes widened.

The old woman nodded and sighed:

"It's almost ten years... During the Great Revolution, she joined the rebels and died while attacking the Castle of Doloria. Until the last moment of her life, she still held the banner of revolution..."

As he said that, the old man looked at Theresa and smiled:

"I thought of her when I saw you. If she was still alive, she would probably be as powerful as you now. Your cleaning skills look much more skillful than hers."

After hearing the old woman's words, Theresa was slightly shocked.

At this moment, she seemed to have returned to that scary night again, but this time, accompanied by fear, there was a strong sense of guilt.

“Yes…I’m sorry…”

The girl lowered her head and said.

The old woman smiled and said:

"What apologize? I've already let it go."

After speaking, the old woman looked out the window again and sighed:

"The priest of the Church of Life said that revolution... always has sacrifices. It is precisely because of the efforts of countless heroes that today's peace and happiness are achieved..."

"I am proud of my daughter."

After hearing the old woman's words, Theresa's eyes were very complicated.

She lowered her head, clenched her hands, and pursed her lips tightly...

silence.

A long silence.
To be continued...