Angel of Fionas

who had come out to check on her. He was surprised to see her here.

"Edith, how haven''t you returned to your own quarter yet? And where''s your shawl?" he asked, swiftly taking off his own coat and wrapping it around her. Edith briefly explained to him what had just happened.

Andre looked frustrated. "You''re too reckless, Edith. I warned you not to interact with the locals alone. Did you ever consider that it might have been a trap set by the rebel guerrillas?"

"I am not inclined to believe a little girl freezing to death could be a royalist spy," Edith gave a cold hum, turning her head away.

He grew angry at her stubbornness. "I told you this place is dangerous. You have to put your safety first!"

"Do you mean to say that only you are allowed to do good?" Edith questioned, displeased.

Andre sighed apologetically. "I''m just too worried about you. If I brought you out here and then let you get into danger due to my carelessness, how can I answer to Philippe and Citizeness Percys? And how can I ever forgive myself?"

Edith didn''t answer, letting him take her hand and lead her back towards the army camp.

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Fiona''s petite figure wandered alone on the vast expanse of white land.

The child was in fact already ten years old. Only did she appear much younger due to her frail and small frame.

Her memories of what had happened were hazy. She only vaguely remembered walking for a very long time in the snow, collapsing on the ground in cold and hunger, as if she was about to join her mother; but then she woke up in the arms of an angel. However, this fairy godmother was not dressed in a white gown like in the fairy tale, but in a red robe, just like her own hair''s fiery guise.

The fairy seemed to have spoken to her a lot, but she couldn''t recall what was said. She only remembered the melodic voice telling her a name in the end. Did angels also have names?