Roll stood behind Roland, quietly watching him draft a manuscript. The autumn sunlight shone from the window behind him, making her feel bathed in warmth.

"Ah, besides electron gain and loss, what else... online, urgent." The prince would occasionally write two strokes on the paper, then begin to rub his forehead in contemplation, muttering some incomprehensible nonsense. At first, Roll was worried about his health, but later discovered that it was just his normal state when recalling "knowledge."

However, today's symptoms were more severe than usual.

Unfortunately, she couldn't help him... Roll sighed softly. Among the witches, probably only Anna could help him in this regard. She had memorized all the pages the prince had written previously, but that was all she could do. This knowledge was much more profound than the past mathematics and natural principles; just reading it once was enough to make one's head spin. No wonder the prince was having such a hard time.

"Why don't we call it a day?" Roll couldn't help but say.

Roland dropped his pen as if giving up, leaned back in his chair, and exhaled deeply. "I really envy your ability to remember everything you see. If I were like you, I wouldn't be afraid of exams. I would have gotten into a prestigious school and reached the peak of my life long ago."

She automatically ignored the latter half of his nonsense. "Does His Highness need to take exams in the palace as well?"

"Yes, otherwise how would they distinguish which prince is more outstanding," he muttered.

"Actually, sometimes it's not good to remember everything," Roll smiled. "For example, bad encounters, sad and difficult things, it's better to forget them."

In Seawindshire, because of her status as a pauper, she had suffered countless humiliations and beatings. Even now, she clearly remembered the parts of her body that were hit, the distorted faces of the abusers venting their anger, and the pain brought by each punch and kick. Only after being sheltered by the one-legged old sea captain did her life improve slightly. In fact, in places like slums, people died every day from internal infighting and brawls, no less than those who froze or starved to death.

For a long time, she had loathed herself, wondering why all the suffering was so vivid in her mind. Because the scenes in her memory were too clear, she almost repeated the unbearable past during every nightmare in the middle of the night. Later, on the day she came of age, she awakened her branch ability, Magic Power Memory, and realized that her extraordinary memory was brought by her witch identity.

Roland probably guessed what she was thinking and gave a sorry smile. "You're right."

Roll felt a warm current flow through her heart.

Few people cared about the thoughts of witches, let alone a prominent member of the royal family.

"It's okay, those are all in the past, Your Highness."

Roland Wimbledon was completely different from the nobles she had seen... no, he was different from anyone she had ever seen. He possessed erudite knowledge but thought about imparting it to others all day long; he was of noble status but had no aloof attitude; he enjoyed the pursuit of the crowd and could act recklessly, but not only did he not do so, but he would also take care of the other person's feelings.

A remote and impoverished small town had undergone earth-shattering changes in one year, and the witches had also obtained the long-awaited peace and freedom. All of this was thanks to Roland. If she hadn't experienced it personally, she wouldn't have believed that there would be such a ruler in the world.

Now, Roll found that her thinking was also changing little by little. Previously, she did not agree with His Highness marrying a witch, but at this moment, she felt that no matter who His Highness married, he would ascend the throne of Graycastle. He relied not on those conservative, power-hungry nobles, but on the people who supported him in bringing a better life for themselves.

She vaguely felt that this force would be more powerful than any previous force.

"Ah, forget it," Roland suddenly rubbed his head. "This is the last page of content."

"Record it tomorrow?"

"No, just hand it over like this, and attach a physics textbook. That should keep him busy for a while." The prince pulled out a new piece of paper and quickly wrote a few large characters, "After all, it's a book from ancient times, it's normal for half of it to be missing, right?"

Roll took the paper, and saw the name of the book written on it: 《Intermediate Chemistry (Fragment)》.

...

After completing her memory work, she left the office and prepared to go to the City Hall when the splendid scenery of the back garden caught her attention.

With the completion of the expansion of the castle walls, the backyard was now about the size of a small town square. In less than a week, it had been planted with all kinds of plants. Without a doubt, this must be Leaf's masterpiece.

Roll followed the path formed by olive trees, walking step by step into the depths of the garden. After passing a row of dense sugarcane fields, she saw Leaf resting by a small pond.

Leaf was not wearing her usual braids, but had her turquoise hair draped loosely over her shoulders. Her bare white feet were gently patting the water, and she held crushed wheat grains in her hand, occasionally throwing them to the schools of fish swimming around. Whenever a fish came up to rub against her toes, Leaf couldn't help but giggle.

"Is your foot okay?" Roll sat down beside her.

"Ah, Roll teacher," she blinked her eyes, then nodded and smiled, "Yes, Nana Watt xiaojie restored it to its original state, so that I finally don't have to endure the pain in my toes in winter."

"Are all the plants in the garden improved by you?"

"Yes," Leaf pointed happily, "That side is the grape trellis, this side is the orchard and crops. I also asked His Highness to transport a batch of compost, which can be used to test the absorption effect of the new crops. In addition, there are dozens of bird nests in the orchard area, and all the honey-fed flying messengers sleep on the trees."

Roll lovingly stroked her long hair. "I originally thought you would be the first witch to evolve in the Mutual Aid Society. After all, when you were in the Desperate Mountains, your abilities were already no less than Hakura's."

"His Highness said that evolution comes from understanding one's own abilities. Plant cells do seem incredible, but I felt a long time ago that they should be a whole. You see, a bundle of small grasses can be condensed into a ball and transformed into a flexible vine. If they are all different, how can they be integrated together?"

Roll opened her mouth, not knowing whether to comfort her or agree with her. In the end, she could only say, "Even if your abilities don't evolve, you can still do a lot for His Highness."

"I feel that it is not far from me," Leaf shook her head, her eyes shining brightly. "Animals are life, plants are also life, even the parts that make them up are life... Birds need trees to nest, and their feces can also nourish the trees. A forest can provide everything needed, and at the same time it will expand under the nourishment of all things." She paused, "Looking at this garden, I feel that I have found the direction forward."