"If I could have given Maka more support."
When Mrs. Maxim expressed this feeling in the grove on the northwest border of Germany, there was a figure who was particularly petite but not weak compared with her in the north of Belgium, which was not far away from there and connected with the Netherlands, and also happened to say similar words.
But compared with Maxim's regret and helplessness, what this other voice contains is a touch of melancholy and injustice.
"Miss, report from the front line - Tilburg has been completely under our control. The seriously injured are being transported back after emergency treatment, and they can get full treatment when they return to Belgium. In addition, the team that broke into the Maas River in the East is about to complete the established task and separate Limburg Province at the border of the three countries... Tilburg's front-line troops will stand firm After that, the next step will be to eliminate the isolated corpses in Limburg province and recover the triangle area... "
At present, in a riverside camp on the northern border of Belgium, an old man with neat and elegant clothes and carefully combed gray hair is leaning slightly and standing with his hands, whispering something beside a girl.
The old man looks quite modest, but he doesn't lose any spirit. Although he can see at a glance that he is a servant, he has a kind of ability and calm that won't fall behind in both temperament and speech.
He is the old housekeeper of the brova family. He has been employed by the previous generation of family owners since his childhood. So far, he has served three generations of brova family owners. He is an old man who will be treated with courtesy by the current family owners.
Of course, the only daughter of the current owner of the brova family, Miss Willie brova, is standing next to him and accepting his service and loyalty at this moment.
"I see." after listening to the old housekeeper's report, the girl nodded, "so, what about the sea?"
She answered in a flat tone, and then asked about the Third Team marching into the Netherlands.
At this time, standing by the bend of the river, she must no longer go to Hogwarts School. Now she is completely acting as the owner of the brova family. But somehow, she was still wearing the Slytherin uniform of that year, and she still wore the wide brimmed pointed Wizard Hat on her head.
This dress seemed a little too big and loose when she wore it, probably because her body shape hasn't changed much in recent years, and it still doesn't fit today.
Only her silvery white hair was no longer hidden in the broad pointed hat as before, but let them pour down like a waterfall on her shoulders and behind her, dancing gently with the breeze by the river.
Willie has long been used to the low-key without a sense of existence. Although she has been trying to change for some time, in the final analysis, she still finds that she probably doesn't hate this unattractive peace at least.
Perhaps she once had a dislike for her lonely childhood, a resentment against the injustice of fate, and even for a long time, she was not qualified to have these resentments that should have been there.
But now she doesn't care much about those past events, and even when watching the panic caused by the disaster, she will be glad for the insipidity of the past ten years.
Of course, she is still grateful to Maka for liberating her feelings - even if there is obviously more than laughter in the world, even if it doesn't have to be shown on her face, it's better to have than not.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on Willie's little face hidden under the brim of her hat. This does not mean anything. There is not much emotion behind the smile. She just suddenly wants to smile, that's all.
And right beside her, the old housekeeper was still answering her questions.
"... the third main team has stopped at the sea entrance of Halin waterway and can enter the cloudy area through the waterway at any time. When Tilburg is ready, the two teams can cooperate with each other to attack the area south of the Val river."
At this point, the old housekeeper suddenly paused and frowned with some hesitation.
"It's just," he said, "it's difficult to recover southern Holland from the intelligence judgment of Granger camp... Although our team has not encountered the kind of 'high-level corpse' in the intelligence record, miss, I think it will be the enemy sooner or later."
"Well," said Willie quickly without hesitation, "if there is such a high-level corpse, tell me and I will go to the front in person."
This should have been a very risky thing. With the old housekeeper's care and love for his young lady, he could not have promised. But I don't know what reason made him nod silently after opening his mouth.
"And the Brandts?" Willy thought and continued.
"The latest news hasn't arrived yet, but the fire dragon group of the Brandt family has been divided into two parts, flying to the north and northwest borders of Germany. In terms of quantity, the Brandt family should have put all their cards in one basket this time... There's no way, the army of corpses has started, and they can't wait any longer."
When Willie heard this, she nodded slightly and thought for a moment before saying:
"It's not too late to have the determination, but to deal with both Denmark and the Netherlands at the same time... These are not enough. So... The Brandts may still have to escape."
It can be seen from here that as the eldest lady of the brova family and destined to be the heir of the family, she is not as ignorant as she once showed.
In the past, she was just not interested, so she didn't want to think about this kind of problem. But now, when she is willing to use her brain, with her intelligence and the influence of her father from childhood to childhood, it may not be a big problem to judge the situation like this.
Sure enough, the old housekeeper nodded immediately:
"Yes, the strength of the Brandt family is not enough to protect the whole territory of Germany alone under the corpse - it will be very difficult for anyone to do it. However, I just got the news that Mrs. Maxim had just taken someone out of the Federation headquarters and probably went to Germany... It seems that she should provide some help for the Brandt family."
"OK," Willie thought, "well... Let's try to help. Now it's not a time for infighting. Let's put aside the past grievances!"
Speaking of this, Willie took out a pocket watch from her arms, looked at it, and finally said, "that's it! It's time to take care of the nursery again... As usual, except for major changes, other trivial things continue to be handled by you."
"Yes, miss."
Before the voice fell, Willie had put on her pocket watch again, and suddenly the phantom moved and disappeared from her place - this is not the Netherlands shrouded in clouds, so naturally there is no need to worry about moving.
The old housekeeper who stayed by the river watched Willy leave, then turned his head and looked at the northern sky. After staring at the thick lead cloud that seemed to extend infinitely on both sides for a long time, he turned and walked to the camp not far away.
"Miss... I'm going to grow up after all!"
With a sigh, it went away in the package of the river breeze.