Tilly sat at her desk, writing a secret letter destined for Sleeping Island on a small piece of paper.

Since it needed to be delivered by a flying messenger, she had to minimize her handwriting as much as possible and express her meaning in the most concise language.

The content wasn't actually complicated, two or three sentences could summarize it completely, but for some reason, she couldn't stop her pen. It was as if an emotion was pulling her, making her unconsciously ramble like a writer – letting her emotions get out of control was truly a rare thing for her.

However, Tilly unexpectedly found that this feeling wasn't bad.

Since it wasn't a matter of life and death, she let it be.

The slender ink traces slowly spread on the letter paper, creating a warm and cozy charm.

"Dear Camilla,"

"The Month of the Demons is over, and the Western Region has returned to peace. The Victory Day celebration was especially interesting. Remember the hotpot I told you about? Roland directly moved this practice to the town square, using four huge iron pots to boil thick soup, and then throwing pieces of meat, vegetable leaves, whole chickens, and bird kiss mushrooms into the soup. The aroma that wafted out could be smelled even on the other side of the Redwater River. He also said that hotpot is a specialty of Neverwinter City and must be tasted."

"Under Roland's encouragement, everyone followed suit and threw all kinds of food they brought into the pot. I have to say, with the fresh and rich soup base, everything tasted quite delicious. Whether they were city hall officials, witches alliance, or ordinary subjects, there was no distinction between them, which would have been impossible to see before. Just witnessing this enthusiastic scene, it is hard to imagine that a cruel war that will determine the fate of everyone will soon descend upon the world. Precisely because of this, this kind of joy is especially precious."

"I am writing this to tell you that Neverwinter City is indeed an incredible place – I don't intend to make you give up your prejudice against the nobility, but Roland Wimbledon is not a noble at all. Don't be surprised, I just confirmed my previous guess, he is the same as us, the so-called noble status is just a past, or a disguise. So you should also come and see this newborn city. Sleeping Island certainly needs people to stay and guard it, but I don't want you to regard this duty as a cage that binds you."

"By the way, during this Evil Moon, our witches finally didn't just stand by, Roland's main plan to conquer the extreme south was centered around Ashes, Andrea and Echo. As for the interesting things that happened in the desert, I won't go into detail here, we can talk about them slowly later. I believe that when the other sisters come over, the power of Sleeping Island will definitely become more and more important."

"Writing to the chief steward of Sleeping Island?" At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind Tilly and placed a glass of sky-blue drink in front of her.

"Yes," she smiled slightly, knowing without looking back that the other person was Ashes, "I just wrote about your part, do you want to take a look?"

"I'd rather not," Ashes rubbed her shoulders and whispered, "I still have to prepare today's dinner."

"Then go, I'm looking forward to your delicious food," Tilly smiled. The witches generally dined with Roland in the castle's reception room, so the small kitchen in the residence was rarely lit, but since the two had been separated for several months, Ashes wanted to share dinner with her alone, and she certainly wouldn't refuse, especially since the other party had mysteriously claimed to have obtained a divine seasoning from the extreme south.

She took a sip of the refreshing chaos drink like an ice spring, and then continued to write.

"After chatting so much, let's talk about business next."

"According to the agreement between him and me, the beginning of spring is the time for migration. Now is the time to act, and my thoughts have not changed. Everything is as expected, even more perfect, so implement it according to the plan – I believe you have made sufficient preparations."

"After the Evil Moon ends, the trade routes in the Fjord will soon become busy. It may be difficult to hire enough free ships and sailors for a while. If you encounter such troubles, you can ask Thunder for help. He is gathering adventurers to explore the sea routes. Ships and people are not a problem. Before the ironclad ship that Roland built for him is launched, Thunder will stay in the Fjord. As long as you contact him, he will definitely help us with this."

"In addition, don't forget to promote our destination to the lords and merchants of the Fjord Islands, and tell them that the Sleeping Spell will continue to be open to everyone. Don't worry that some witches will be too far away from the Fjord after the migration. The Western Region shoals' port has been put into use, and Roland also plans to build a new port at Endless Cape for supplies. In this way, Neverwinter City's ships can easily reach the Fjord directly."

"And I have a feeling that before long, this route will become the busiest trade route between the mainland and the islands; crossing the strait will become a normal occurrence, especially when the paddle steamers being renovated in the port are completed."

"Please remember, Camilla. Migrating to the Western Region does not mean giving up Sleeping Island. Neverwinter City is the front line against the demons, and also the most dangerous fortress after the War of Divine Will begins. As a member of humanity, we should do our duty and make a contribution to fighting the enemy. But even Roland has no certainty of winning. When the Western Region is captured by the enemy, the only place we can go is the Fjord Islands."

"Although it is best if such a thing does not happen, no matter what, as long as Sleeping Island is still there, we still have hope."

"Take care of yourself."

"Tilly Wimbledon."

After finishing writing, the Fifth Princess breathed a sigh of relief. Camilla Dairui was originally a member of the old king's city nobles, and was quite aware of the dirty deeds among the nobles, which made her completely lose confidence in this class. Although she still supported all the decisions she made, the chief steward faintly meant to stay on Sleeping Island forever during the last conversation.

However, in Tilly's heart, Sleeping Island was certainly important, but it should not be an isolated place. The stayers take turns, and everyone has the opportunity to come to Graycastle and re-experience the life of a normal person, which is what she hopes to see. Of course, this letter may not completely relieve Camilla, but as more and more witches understand the Western Region, she believes that the other party will always change her initial views.

Tilly put down the quill and rolled the letter paper into circles, then tied it tightly with a thin rope.

When Honey was called over, she was startled by the five or six paper circles on the table.

"Are these all going to Sleeping Island?" she asked.

"Yes, and all of them must be delivered to Camilla," Tilly nodded, "...Is it a bit too much?"

"It doesn't matter, since it's a letter from Princess Tilly, it must be delivered no matter what!" Honey patted her chest, "I'll go catch two big seabirds for you now, not to mention a secret letter, even a honey-glazed grilled fish can be delivered!"

Watching the little girl jump and run out of the room, the Fifth Princess couldn't help but walk to the window and look towards the Fjord Islands.

Before long, the witches who had left their homeland will set foot on this land again.

Starting from Neverwinter City, everything about them will be rewritten.

By then, the Western Region will be many times more lively, right?

She sincerely looked forward to that day.