Positive little sun, magical girl, I am awesome

Chapter 315 Strange odor

"It's a pity that I can't personally teach you how to make your first flying broom." Cynthia said regretfully.

Cynthia leaned back and rested her waist on the hard stone steps to give her tired body more support.

"I will send a letter to the witches in Goletia and ask them for help." She touched her daughter's soft and cool hair, her eyes full of tenderness.

Catherine followed Cynthia's force and squeezed into her mother's warm arms, her lowered eyes full of sadness - her mother obviously had her own broom, and it was said that when she was young, she rode the wind like that and went wherever she wanted, but now she was like a bird with its tail feathers clipped, trapped by the morality in her heart on this long and cold coastline, year after year.

"Don't always come here on winter days, Catherine." Cynthia was sensitive to her daughter's emotions and patted her back gently, just like when she was a child coaxing her to sleep. "Don't always worry about me. You should use every vacation time to explore the world like other students."

Catherine buried her head in her mother's hair and refused to answer.

"I can really handle it. There have been some gargoyles coming to the front line these days. With them, our nighttime pressure is much less." Cynthia pretended to be relaxed and tried to raise her tone. "I believe it will get better and better in the future!"

However, this still failed to comfort Catherine, because her mother mentioned the gargoyle...

Lilith's Gargoyle...

"I don't want to go back to Goletia." She said in annoyance. In her mother's arms, Catherine no longer wanted to pretend to be rational and calm. "I don't know how to face her, just like I didn't know how to face Angie at the beginning..."

Lilith was completely devoted to her and always cared about her, but she had kept so many things from her and even brought her sister to risk everything. Now Sean was still...

When she thought about how Lilith and her companions had come to Ozler with such expectations, wanting to give her a surprise, she covered her face in pain.

Cynthia sighed and hugged the little girl tightly in her arms. She understood the pain very well. She also didn't want to go back to Goletia and face her former colleagues.

The power of words is so weak. She didn't say anything, but just handed the bottle of wine again. This time Catherine didn't refuse. She took it and took a big gulp.

"…It tastes terrible." Catherine frowned. "How can something like this help relieve sadness? Is it because it tastes so terrible that I can't care about being sad?"

Cynthia burst into laughter and lay down on the back steps.

"It's much better than the wine of life, dear."

Now Catherine had to agree and took another small sip.

"Neither you nor I are the kind of people who would regret past decisions, Catherine." Cynthia looked up at the sky. Under the moonlight, the slightly tipsy witch used the ground as her mat and the stars and the moon as her blanket. Her wanton expression was breathtakingly beautiful.

"We are all struggling in this vortex of fate. No one can guarantee that every step they take is correct, but there is no turning back. You can only keep going... Talk to her and tell her everything honestly. Maybe she will understand you."

With her mother's encouragement, Catherine finally had some courage to face the future, and she nodded slightly.

"If you have figured it out, go back earlier. School is about to start! Besides, your brother has been thinking about returning to Highgarden. I know he is not happy here..." Cynthia could only sigh when she mentioned her son.

There were deliberately heavy footsteps coming from behind. The ginger kitten, who was originally playing with the black cat, raised its ears alertly when it heard the footsteps. The next second, it disappeared with a bang, leaving the black cat with a puzzled "meow", as if asking what it was hiding from.

"Madam." The black-armored knight stood still and saluted. "The High Court has sent a message that the King...he is seriously ill again. The Duke has received the news and asked me to inform Her Highness Catherine to prepare for the return trip."

Cynthia sighed, a look of indifference on her face.

"...Please help me deliver a letter to the Erpu Bay outpost and inform the two gentlemen of the Russell family to meet me." Catherine did not ask any more questions, but gave the order quickly.

The knight saluted and left quickly.

"Mom..." Catherine felt that her request might be a little embarrassing, so she spoke with some difficulty, "Wait... If you have time, can you come to High Court?"

Cynthia raised her eyebrows and looked at Catherine, somewhat unable to guess what she meant.

"There is something wrong with the king..." Catherine said in a deep voice without keeping the secret.

"When I went to Highgarden, he did look very ill..." Catherine carefully recalled the haggard and desperate look of King George. "But now he is always like this, sometimes better and sometimes worse. I thought he was just manipulating my father... But I also went to visit him..."

"His decline was not fake. There were many times when I thought he was going to die..." Catherine recalled Aunt Tservini's happy face at that time, "but he always recovered. When he was in good condition, he could not only go out, but also had the energy to meet with his subjects and handle government affairs."

"The church said it was the blessing of the God of Light, but..." Catherine disagreed with this statement, "Mom, there is a rotten smell on his body..."

These words made Cynthia sit up straight and listen carefully.

"I originally thought that this was the inevitable embarrassment of a person who had been ill for a long time, but... I found that Canion was indifferent to this. Every time he visited, he sat very intimately with His Majesty the King. You know him, he has always been very pampered and compassionate to himself..."

"That smell..." Catherine frowned as she thought about it, "It seems that only I can smell that smell."

"A strange smell?" Cynthia became interested and subconsciously curled the ends of her hair with her fingers while thinking. "Do you want to...?"

"If it's true as my father said, that he won't live for two years, I'm willing to wait for him. But what if he keeps doing this? Ozler will be dragged down by him, and he keeps making small moves..." Catherine's eyes flashed coldly.

"I think... he may have used some kind of secret technique." Catherine speculated based on the intelligence Margaret had provided over the years, "But I can't bring outsiders to visit him. Except for the church and his trusted subordinates, no one can get close to the king's bedroom."

"So, I hope you can go visit him in the name of the Duchess and see what he is doing," Catherine requested.

"Okay." Cynthia thought about it for a while and agreed readily.

"When the weather gets warmer and the beast tide passes, I will leave immediately." Cynthia planned quickly, then turned her head and winked playfully. She did not mention the difficult situation that she could not leave Ozler at the moment, but teased her daughter instead -

"Not now. If I go back with you now, your father will be scared to death, thinking that I am going to attack the king now."

Catherine laughed.