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...the sound of horseshoes fighting, the blood-stained trenches, the shrill roars, the wailing of women and children...

She clenched her fists nervously, her vocal cords were tearing but could not make a sound, she kept rolling, as if a cavity of blood was spraying in her chest.Her sword hand was trembling uncontrollably...

"Camelia!!!!!!"

The chestnut curly-haired girl was wearing a blood-stained men's shirt, breeches and short boots, with some determination, and was holding a knight sword tightly in her hand. She couldn't hold it with one hand, so she could barely lift it with both hands. Her eyes were burning like fire, and she was vigilant. Scanned around.Mirja could see clearly that it was her saber.

She habitually touched her waist, which was empty. Mirja tried to recall everything, but she couldn't remember how Camelia got her saber, and she didn't even have a clue how she stood here.

She was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, and she had a splitting headache.Camelia was standing on the edge of the cliff. As long as she took another step back, she would fall to the bottom of the valley like a fallen leaf, bloody and bloody, perhaps, she would not even be able to recognize her appearance.

"Camelia, come here, come here!!!!!! It's me, Mirga! I'm here." She shouted hoarsely, but the girl obviously didn't notice her.

Mirja turned around, but was shocked by the scene in front of her.That wind banner—it was the Hei Jinyue she was most familiar with and... Her gaze could not be taken back once it was gone.It is impossible for Heather Riddell to wear a red open belt on her arm. Only a few of her confidants with command authority can show their status with open belts on the battlefield.But usually - because the target is too obvious, usually they will be in the middle of their respective teams and will change the open belt of a different color every time they go to the battlefield.And red was the color her father often used when she was young—since she was awarded the highest knighthood, as if by convention, no one has used this blood-colored will again.

He...how could it be?

Just as she was thinking, there was a crisp sound behind her. Mirja was familiar with the sound, and it was the sound of the blade rubbing against the ground. She turned her head quickly, but saw Camelia's determined appearance.The proud female lord frowned with unshakable determination, and her chestnut hair was blown out of shape by the strong wind, but at this moment, she didn't retreat or show a trace of cowardice.Mirja stood there blankly, and she watched Camelia raise the sword above her head, pointing directly at the sun.

The crowd behind him was boiling, Mirjia seemed to realize something, and the sixth sense unique to women drove her to go straight to Camelia.Camelia curled her mouth, narrowed her eyes into beautiful arcs, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her eyelids, her thin body leaned back like a butterfly, and the cold light of the sword led her Falling to the bottom like a meteor.

"Camelia!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mirja felt her throat was almost torn, she wailed, she had never been so heart-piercing.

She was still one step too late after all.

The blond woman woke up from the nightmare. She couldn't help panting heavily, and subconsciously caressed her raised belly with her hands. Only in this way could she feel at ease. Gradually, her breathing tended to be even.There was a coldness on her forehead, and she stroked her bangs on her forehead, her hair was already soaked in sweat.Mirjia carefully moved out of bed, put on her slippers and walked to the table, touched the kettle, it was still warm, she poured herself a glass of water, the lukewarm water flowed down her throat, re-irrigating the barren land. land.

Only then did she settle down.

She opened the curtains, looked over the heavy roofs and stared at a dense forest as far as the horizon, which was where she was - the direction of Mirror Lake Manor.

Mirja stood for a long time until her legs became stiff. She realized that she should take a break, but she still refused to look away.How she missed her, her little wolf, the companion she had sworn to follow for the rest of her life.Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel some emotions spread in her heart. She quickly took out the pendant she had been wearing from her collar, clasped her hands tightly, closed her eyes and meditated.

It was a miniature knight's sword, exactly like her saber.The length of the blade is only four fingers wide.This was given to her by Camelia at her award ceremony. For Mirga, this miniature oath sword also represented her loyalty to Camelia.

Camelia, Camelia, Camelia.

"I don't ask you to understand me or forgive me. I just hope that this body can protect you." The woman's pious voice sounded in the silent room.

"May my heart grant peace, and ask the most good Lord, to keep Camelia safe and healthy."

The author has something to say:

This is a special article.

I don't know why I suddenly want to write like this, anyway, I just want to write these.

Mirka, who couldn't convey what she wanted to say, and Camelia, who died to show her loyalty in order to persevere.

I suddenly discovered today that the cutest thing I have is actually not Yujie or Lolita, but a half-baked girl! ! ! ! !