Don't Come to Wendy's Flower House

“Let’s go back. I think you can ask the crowds to come here. No problem? ”

When Wendy asked, the man told her she didn’t have to worry and left.

As she began to walk a few steps on the sandbar, an unexpected voice came from nearby.

“… Miss Wendy! Wendy! ”

Someone called her across the river. His voice was full of joy and excitement.

“… Sir Dowain! ” Wendy immediately ran back across the water.

Although the water soaked her feet, she didn’t care. She was all smiles. Never did she expect to meet him here!

“Sir Dowain!”

As if to reply to her trembling voice, Pascal also called her name several times.

“I knew you were alive!” Pascal shouted, with tears in his eyes.

It was fortunate that his tears were not visible because she was on the other side of the river.

Shortly afterwards, several knights crossed the river. As they had traveled with horses, they needed a big boat to cross the river. The fishermen who came out to help her offered the largest one to carry them.

Wendy was very pleased with meeting Pascal again, but even more happy to find Benfork unconscious on his horse.

“I discovered him lying by the riverside. Looking at the child, I thought he was related to your disappearance. Is that correct?”

She nodded at his question. She carefully stroked the forehead of the sleeping boy. His warmth proved that he was safe.

“And this…” Pascal said, pointing to something tied to the horse. Folded in a random way, it was tied with a rope, but she could easily identify it. It was a water hyacinth she grew on the river.

“I discovered it on land. I couldn’t help but think of you because of its strange size. What happened to you? ”

When he asked, she didn’t answer right away, saying that she would tell him later.

Pascal looked at her with a worried expression.

“You should help me. All the other knights, too.” Wendy spoke to them with a brighter voice.

There were a lot of things to do.

Soon the fishermen lowered the nets at her request. More people came out than she thought.

Standing on the sandbar, she was busy running around, assigning their location.

“Good! Yes, around there! ”

“Lady, it’s pointless to lower the net here! You can’t catch any fish here! ”

An old fisherman with a long beard yelled at her. His voice was so great that it echoed everywhere.

“I’m not asking you to catch fish! When I give you a signal, please raise the net! Please bring anything that’s trapped in the net.”

She folded her hands around her mouth and cried out loud. After that, she ran upstream.

Pascal accompanied her.

After running upstream for some time, she stopped where the river became narrower.

She walked on the rocks all the way up to the other end. After checking nobody was around except for Pascal, she waited for a signal. How much time passed? A long whistle was heard from a distance. It was the signal she had been waiting for.

Wendy immediately squatted at the end of the rock and soaked her index finger in the water. The narrow upper stream was faster than the lower stream where fishermen were gathered. It was a very good condition for her actions.

“Don’t get too close to the water!”

Pascal shouted at her for fear she might fall into the water. She focused on what she was doing. She felt a strong stream passing over her finger. The image of Montappi fully came to her mind. It was the image of Montrapi flowers falling and the grains just ripening instead.

The change happened first down there, not near her fingers. It was a change in the water that passed through her index finger. It was Montrapi. It was definitely Montrapi! The green color that was floating on the river gradually grew big. White Montapi flowers bloomed here and there and quickly faded among the green color.

“… Miss Wendy, what is this that I’m looking at? That is…”

She heard Pascal screaming in amazement, but she could not answer.

She was busy concentrating on her finger. The waves were unstoppable and continued to flow. The waves that passed through her finger constantly produced light green Montrapi buds, which then did their job on the sparkling water. Light green became green, and flowers fell and bloomed endlessly on the river.

As soon as the remaining rebels in the Imperial Palace were subdued, the imperial knights, including Lard, began to mount their horses again because they heard about the procession of farmers who left Boram.

They rushed out of the palace. On the way to the procession, Lard heard that the procession passing through downtown diverted outside. They immediately changed the direction.

Jean, who was driving a horse close to Lard, hid his nervous feelings while checking his expression. He also heard about Wendy’s disappearance. Sir Burleigh’s babbling about her tragic murder was conveyed to him through a knight who was at the scene of their fight.

With a nervous look, Jean checked Lard’s countenance again.

His boss was on the move out of obligation. There was deep disillusionment in his tightly closed lips and untouchable anger and pain in his gray eyes. It looked like he would never shake off such feelings.

Jean couldn’t tell him that he should recover Wendy’s body. He couldn’t dare to tell him that he should recover it before it drifted out to sea. He was not sure that even if he found her body, he could show it to his boss. Extreme anxiety overwhelmed him.

He was afraid that the chronic apathy of his boss would deepen or disappear. The sense of loss that his boss would have to go through was like a deep illness that would never end or be cured. His boss would not try to recover from the illness because it was left behind by a woman named Wendy Waltz. He would be willing to suffer the illness.

They saw Buttuwat River in the distance, and the procession of farmers moving along the river caught their eye. The knights paused for a moment and counted their heads. The procession seemed endless.

“Sir Simuan,” Lard called him. “Wendy, the color of her eyes… ”

Jean waited for his next words for a long time, but he could not hear them. He just guessed that since his gaze was directed at the green river, his boss might have recalled the color of her eyes.

They moved again to stop the peasants’ procession and convey the emperor’s message about putting the top priority on their concerns.

It would have been very insulting for Emperor Isaac if they reached the palace and raised their voices before the emperor. There had been no such thing at any moment in the history of the empire. This would be recorded as a lasting shame in the reign of Emperor Isaac. The imperial knights had to stop it.

They drove quickly, blocking the peasant procession. The peasants grew agitated all at once, lifting their weapons. Lard looked for a familiar face among them. It was Eduval, the virtual leader of the peasants.

Lard, who discovered Eduval at the forefront, narrowed his eyes. His eyes turned to the man next to Eduval.

“Sir Dylan Lennox, why are you with them?”

When asked, Dylan said in embarrassment, “Didn’t you meet the knight I dispatched?”

At Wendy’s request, Dylan sent a knight to Imperial Palace to tell Lard about her survival and her secret plan. The knight left after hearing the news that Dylan successfully worked with the peasants. However, the knight seems to have not reached Lard before Lard left the palace.

“I sent a knight to give you a briefing…”

“Dirty bastards! How can the imperial knights set a trap like this?” John Piaf cut off Dylan’s words and shouted angrily.

He cursed at the imperial knights at the top of his voice. His high-pitched voice was enough to agitate the peasants. The farmers pushed their weapons forward, wary of the imperial knights. Several farmers standing by Dylan pointed sickles and pickaxes at him.

A knight behind Lard approached him and whispered. He was Tulin, who secretly conveyed to Lard useful information about Duke Engre, while acting as the duke’s right hand man. After hearing, Lard had a cold smile.