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In the early morning, when the light white dewdrops of Saranatia were still condensing among the green leaves, the visitors of Mirror Lake Manor knocked on the courtyard door again.

The slightly curly blond short hair is fluffy up. Mirjia is wearing a dusky blue tunic half-sleeved woolen coat with a military-style lapel and double breastplate. The edge of the hat extending from the neck to the back is decorated with a circle of thick wolf hair. Gold thread and The line formed by the buttons outlines her thin and curvy waist, the neckline and forearm reveal the warm black woolen fabric, the short skirt and wool socks, a pair of brown high-heeled knight boots with a small wedge, and a beautiful camellia pinned to her chest brooch.

Perhaps because of the coolness in the early morning, she put a white woolen scarf on her shoulders.He held four cans of warm milk in his right hand, and a few heavily bound books in his other hand, with golden bookmarks tied with red strings protruding from the outside.

After a while, a servant came to open the door, and after greeting her, Mirjia walked towards the kitchen where meals were prepared in the mansion.

What Camelia likes to drink most is the fresh milk from the "Hanny Cheese" workshop in the city, which is also one of the habits Mirga has developed over the years.

After coming out of the kitchen, Mirjia was thinking about going to the reception room where she had been staying for the past few days to read a book. Angela, the maid who served Camelia’s daily life, came to meet her. After thinking about it for a while, Mirjia walked over to her Ask about Camelia's condition.

Angela looked at her hesitantly, and finally gritted her teeth and planned to continue to decline, saying that the master was in a bad condition and was resting.Before she could speak, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

Camelia was lying on the railing with her hair loose, her kyanite-like eyes exuding a seductive luster, her snow-white neck revealing a sky blue nightgown.As the unique owner of Mirror Lake Manor, she raised her voice condescendingly and said: "Miss Mirjatila, I'm sorry that I haven't been in good health these days and I haven't been able to meet you. Today I feel a lot lighter. If I don't Excuse me, would you like to walk around with me?"

The lover who has been thinking about it for many days suddenly proposes an invitation, and Mirja is very surprised to accept it.

Seeing her master's unhappy expression, Angela secretly stuck out her tongue, and found an excuse to flee in a hurry.The hall suddenly darkened, "I'm going to change clothes, just wait a moment."

"Carly... It's windy outside, and the morning dew is heavy. Put on that violet winter coat. The one I made in Tili'an last year may... be just right." Mirja couldn't help reminding her road.

Camelia paused, snorted, and walked to the bedroom.

It didn't take long for her to reappear in front of her. She was wearing the same violet winter coat. The neckline and wrists were decorated with white and full fox fur. The long chestnut hair was more smooth under the contrast of the white fur hat. Docile.

Mirjia noticed that there was a lavender flower pinned to Camelia's ear, which was the flower of a very common tree growing on the Western Yala continent.

Jacaranda, a tree that elves love very much.

"Miss Mirjatila, I wonder if you are ready to go?" The Grand Duchess interrupted Mirja's thoughts, and she turned her gaze back to her.Camelia stood provocatively in front of Mirka, who was a head taller than her. What made her angry at this time was that she was clearly wearing high heels, but she still had to raise her head to meet Mirja's eyes.

"Well, yes." She smiled shyly, and stopped questioning Jacaranda.

Obviously, she has been measured before and her height is five centimeters higher than last year, but in the face of the superior height advantage inherited by the Dulumian family, whether it is for Milia or Mirjia, these five centimeters are still not enough to pose a threat .

After stomping her feet, Camelia passed Mirka and walked towards the door as if to cover up the nervousness that sneaked out of her heart.

The twilight blue figure raised its lips slightly, and made a good-looking angle.She followed calmly, as usual, missing half a shoulder's distance from Camelia—it didn't seem particularly close, but it wasn't very alienated either.

When it was time to go down the steps, a hand was spontaneously and consciously passed in front of her.Camelia hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her snow-white gloves, turned her head, and a blush appeared on her face.

Camelia is not very used to wearing high heels. Although she has been in the social circle for many years, if there is no one to help her, wrestling is naturally a common thing.

Finally set foot on the flat ground, in order to hide her inexplicable guilt, Camelia coughed twice, and naturally circled her left arm towards the one that had already been prepared.

When the morning dew condensed on the leaves of Sara Natia had already rolled to the ground and melted into the thick soil.The owner of the Mirror Lake Manor has stood shoulder to shoulder with her close companions on the top floor of what Camelia called the Tower of Dawn not far to the east of the mansion. This is also divided into the Mirror Lake Manor, where you can overlook the entire Pala Marta has a panoramic view of the royal capital.Surrounded by dense forests, if it is not an old friend of the manor owner, it is difficult for anyone to find such a tower built in the forest.

In Camelia's eyes, Mirja has always been quiet and introverted.She rarely argues or argues with others. She is an excellent listener. On the contrary, it is precisely because of this that Camelia deliberately arouses her will to argue for herself.

The proud girl didn't take the initiative to raise the topic, the two just stood there silently, watching the sun rise slowly.And finally, when the ancient clock echoed the long chime, Mirja finally spoke.

"Carly, I'm sorry I didn't discuss the marriage with you."

"Is it just a question that I didn't discuss with me?" Camelia smiled contemptuously, retracted her gaze from a distance, turned around, supported the knight's shoulder, and raised her eyebrows. "Have you forgotten who is the real head of the family? Without my approval, do you think you and my distant relative can be blessed in front of the goddess? Mirja, you have always been cautious in doing things, I don't believe you would have thought Overcome these problems." She stared at her pitch-black pupils, and said slowly, a kind of self-evident deterrence was hidden in it.

Mirja leaned back in an attempt to distance herself, but Camelia's hands tightly grabbed the clothes on her shoulders. Considering that she might fall, the highest knight had no choice but to lean forward and maintain this position with difficulty.

Camelia didn't give Mirja any time to think, "Answer me." She dragged her clothes and slowly approached her. Flames rose from her kyanite-like eyes, and Mirja's nose almost touched her. Camelia's forehead.

"Yes... I haven't forgotten." Mirja stubbornly turned her head away, and the sound of breathing from her ear was already clearly audible.

"Tell me why you did this. What I want to hear is not just the ridiculous excuse of wanting to continue the blood of my family. Since you decided to marry my distant relatives, it must be after careful consideration Conclusion, then it shouldn’t be difficult to give me a reason that I’m convinced and I’ll accept, right?” Camelia was still pressuring her step by step, and suddenly there was a feeling in her heart. Wanting to tease Mirjia's thoughts, she leaned close to the earlobe hidden in the short blond hair, and whispered these words out.When closing up the last syllable, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the earlobe quickly.

A blush covered the female knight's face in an instant, and her whole body trembled like an electric shock.Mirja closed her eyes shyly, as if she could avoid such an embarrassing moment as long as she stopped looking.

Camelia put her arms around her, her forehead rested on Mirka's chin, and the soft white fur hat pressed against her lips.With her breath, the white fluff will flutter.

Tell her, tell her everything, Mirja heard a voice whispering in her head.

Wrapping her arms around her lover's body, she lifted her chin to find a staging spot on her hat.Taking a few deep breaths, Mirjia said softly: "Because... I want to be with you. As long as I can marry into the Ridditorel family, as long as I can stay by your side, I am willing to do anything Carly, forgive me, I can't control my feelings, I love you, I can't tolerate not having you in my life, your existence is my refuge."