After lunch, Loran Hill returned to her residence. She was the only one in the room. Charlie was still shopping outside and probably wouldn't be back until the evening.

Feeling a little tired after hearing too much information about the past that day, Loran Hill rubbed his forehead slightly and prepared to take a nap leaning against the head of the bed.

She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her gray boots. A light and breathable feeling of comfort came from the soles of her feet. White socks wrapped around her feet. After thinking for a while, Loran Hill carefully took off her socks and put them back into the storage space.

Will there be a smell if they are placed randomly? The girl suddenly thought of this question. When she was in college, she was most afraid of her roommate throwing socks everywhere. The smell was really disgusting and nostalgic.

Shaking her head, Loran Hill didn't want to think about anything too complicated. She had heard too many things from the past today, and too much information made her a little tired.

It was still afternoon, but Loran Hill walked a few steps in the room in his slippers, closed the door, heated up some milk, and sat by the orange-red fire, taking small sips and savoring the warm and comfortable feeling that the warm liquid brought to his body.

Just like that, she looked at the burning fire, her eyes began to half open and half closed, and finally she slowly stood up, lay down on the bed, leaned on the quilt and pillow to fall asleep.

Just like that, the fire in the room burned quietly, then slowly became dim, and the winter snow town outside the window gradually returned to tranquility.

When the clock in the room passed three o'clock, the girl slowly woke up.

Phew, I feel much more energetic.

Loran Hill sat up from the bed and only then did he hold the doll beside him in his arms and wake it up.

"Is Yi Xue here?" The girl looked at the quiet doll.

"Yes." The puppet opened its crystal eyes and looked at Loran Hill in front of it.

"Yixue should have heard about what happened during the day."

"Um."

"It feels a bit complicated. I didn't expect there are such big differences among witches." Loran Hill and Yi Xue expressed their feelings.

Although she is also a witch, this girl seems to have never adapted to this identity. Perhaps it is because she has memories of the past and cannot completely define herself as a witch who transcends mortals.

"The relationship between witch factions is actually a continuation of the relationship between witches." Yi Xue raised her arm slightly and simply expressed her thoughts.

"In my time, the Mercury Dynasty was a huge aggregate. Although it was called a dynasty, it actually had many relatively independent groups within it. This also made it impossible for us to eliminate it in one fell swoop."

Yi Xue talked about her past experiences in fighting against the Mercury Dynasty.

"Like a hydra, it's difficult to kill them instantly. The Necromancers, on the other hand, fight to survive, quickly absorbing the remaining friendly forces and then regrouping."

"So when I woke up and heard you say that the Mercury Dynasty perished due to self-disintegration, I wasn't surprised."

"In reality, the Mercury Dynasty hasn't developed a stable governing framework to reconcile various internal issues and govern its vast territory and people. It's just that in the past, due to wars, many problems were suppressed."

"And it's normal for witches, or sorcerers, to not reach a consensus on ideas. Even the three tribes of elves had overt and covert competition in the First Age." As Yi Xue spoke, she jumped lightly and sat on the desk in the room. Her legs swayed slightly under her skirt, and occasionally the exposed spherical joints could be seen.

"I don't recommend that Roland get too deep into the disputes between witches. It would be very tiring. And you are too soft-hearted. I'm afraid you will take a lot of things on yourself." Yi Xue covered her fingers with the wide sleeves and placed them on both sides of her body. She turned her face slightly and looked out the window.

Seeing his friend giving him such advice, Loran Hill was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Is Yixue worried about me?"

"No, I just feel that you have become very busy now. You haven't talked to me for a long time."

"Well, it's my fault. I neglected Yi Xue." As he said that, Loran Hill picked up the doll in front of him, and then held it in his arms again, feeling the slightly cold body, and gently stroked the doll's silver hair with his fingers.

Indeed, he is now involved in too many things, the preparations before the Chaos Disaster, the inheritance of the Sun of the Divine Wings, the legacy of the Deep Sea Alliance, many things in the empire, the internal unification of the Emerald Forest, there are already too many things weighing on his mind, and he has probably become busy and indifferent in his daily life, making many people around him feel neglected.

It is no longer appropriate to understand everything in depth.

For this, Loran Hill sighed slightly.

Although I am somewhat curious about the Oak Witch's past, I really don't have the energy to spare now.

Well, it will be like when you are playing a game, the main questline is already very urgent and there is no time to deal with the side quests.

After several seconds, Yi Xue finally broke free from Loran Hill's arms. Unfortunately, the doll's body could not reflect whether the ghost was shy or embarrassed, and Yi Xue became as cold as usual.

It was obviously not like this at the beginning. When Loran Hill first met Yi Xue, she was still very gentle and would talk about a lot of her thoughts. Now she seems to be getting closer and closer to certain princesses, with a little bit of pride and unwillingness to lose face.

After a brief conversation with Yi Xue, Loran Hill reignited the fire in the fireplace, and it began to crackle.

Not yet hungry, Loran Hill sat by the warm fire, took out a diary book he usually used, thought for a while, and then slowly wrote down some of what he had seen and heard today.

She usually encounters a lot of things, but not every one of them can be dealt with in time. Sometimes she is afraid that she will forget something, so she will write down some things.

[Regarding the past of 'Warm Oak' and the Witch Lorena...]

The slender and hard pen tip oozes out thin black ink, which then writes clear handwriting on the pale yellow paper, and a faint scent of ink also emanates.

The long skirt was a little hot from the fire, and the table under my wrist was also a little warm. An exquisite doll was sitting quietly on the wooden chair opposite the table, and light snow was falling outside the window.

The fire burned slowly, and the crimson flames reflected on Loran Hill's profile. She carefully and quietly recorded what she had seen and heard recently, and a faint sense of ease flowed in her heart.

It's like slowly unloading the many things you're carrying and putting them into books and diaries. You can then travel light and no longer be anxious every moment.

Slowly, a page turned over, and Loran Hill sketched the image of Miss Heron she saw on the light yellow paper. It was a slightly cartoon-like appearance, wearing a black robe and walking through the street with a horse.

Although she cannot know everything and every moment of the past, she will preserve this feeling and curiosity, waiting to slowly savor it in the future, or embark on the journey again to explore some truths in history.