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Santo An Academy.

I am Mirgatila, the youngest daughter of Chief Trumien.

Most nobles in Dominica are sent to Santo An Academy for a four-year education at the age of 14, and I am no exception.Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have ushered in the second day of prayer in this college, and this is the last time I can get together with my third sister, Miria.In another year, she was going to marry the Viscount Containwys and move out of the mansion of Trumione.

At that time, the already unpopular mansion will become even more depressing.

A few months ago, she had handed over the work to me one after another, asking me to do it with the housekeeper.But to my surprise, my father, who has always been indifferent to the internal affairs of the family, took over this tedious matter. Although I heard the maids speak ill of my father's dictatorship in private, I knew in my heart that my father was Allow me to stick to my own path.

Miria also unexpectedly didn't insist any more.

My third sister, Milia, loves me the most. Her existence is like the warm sun in spring to me.

Milia has many suitors, and her favorite is the young master of the Preston family, and the three of us are always together.Sometimes Miria would jokingly ask me what kind of lover I want to find. Yes, for people in this circle, marriage is just a political weight, while love and freedom are particularly precious.A celebrity in the social circle may meet many lovers at a ball, but after the ball is over, she still goes back to face her snow-white husband with a tired face.

This is the case with my eldest sister, whom I haven't seen since her husband's family business went bankrupt a few years ago.I just heard Miria mention that she also tried to take her eldest sister back to Trumien back then, but it was just her own wishful thinking after all.I can only send some money every month to subsidize her family.

I don't want to live like this.

I chose to embark on the road of honing to become the highest knight in the family not because I was cowardly and compromised, but because I wanted to meet someone with my own free will.

This is destined to be a day of prayer that I will never forget in my life.

On the day of prayer, the venue is arranged under the statue of the Snow Goddess.She stood beside my sister Miria, her lips were tightly pressed, her curly chestnut hair fell below her shoulder blades, tied up high with a red headband, her blue eyes scanned the audience without hesitation, Under her aura, the venue was quiet for a full minute, and no one made any noise.People just looked at her in ecstasy, with eyes of admiration and jealousy, the summer is not far away, since when did the elegant girl in memory become the family of the Ice and Snow Goddess?

At this time, she had inherited the Redditrell family. As the master of the Camellia family, the duke's crown seemed cold and stiff on her head.She is the king of Sicily, and the king is doomed to be lonely. What flows in the bones of the rulers of the past is not blood, but the power to conquer.

The stubbornness and arrogance in her eyes moved me.For a moment, I seemed to meet her eyes, and a sudden chill came over me.I never shy away from a challenge.And she also seemed to feel threatened, and looked at me for a long time, until Milia called her to introduce herself, she narrowed her eyes and looked away.

Since then, even after many years, I have not forgotten the fleeting playful smile on the corner of her mouth.

Can't tell, don't know.

I was 16 years old that year.

Camelia is a year younger than me.

Since that day, she has been a frequent presence at the Academy.We also sometimes sit in the same classroom, but we don't have the slightest interaction with each other.To be precise, she didn't interact with anyone, just like a shadow, appearing in every classroom on time, the seats around her were always empty, and she didn't join any clubs.Some people said that they would be picked up by a carriage when they saw her when she was not in class. This kind of mysterious thing always spread quickly. No one knew where she went, and no one went back to question why she left in violation of the college's regulations.

I think even those who know the truth will choose to keep silent. The restraint of commandments is fatal to a person like me, but to a person like her who already has full power, it can only be a joke.

But what I didn't expect was that such rumors were finally broken in an evening full of sunset.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Miria stood in front of the carriage, with one hand resting on the carved and painted family emblem of the Camellia family that only the patriarch could use, preventing the carriage door from closing.The snow-like girl sat in the car without changing her expression, watching her quietly.

I stood outside the crowd, too far away to hear what they were saying.

It's just that from that day on, all the rumors seemed to evaporate overnight, but the carriage never appeared at the gate of the college again.Everything was back to normal, as if nothing had happened.But what made me feel a little uncomfortable was that there was another table in the student union room where there were only three of us.The table was full of books that gave me a headache even when I saw the names. During the fight between Miria and Ellen, that person still sat there without saying a word and read quietly, as if nothing could interfere. she.

I am very interested in her, and sometimes subconsciously go to see if she is still there between sword practice.

Slowly, sometimes in the same class, I would sit next to her.When I go to the cafeteria or the student union room, I will walk with her, but she never talks too much. Sometimes I feel that she stands there still, as if she has already greeted each other about today's weather.

Until I saw her sitting in the auditorium of my arena during my trials of the Knights.Now that I think about it, I find it ridiculous. Why can I see her at a glance?Because she was sitting in a good position, and there were almost five or six seats around the circle.

The opponent in that match was Perpenis, a very strong opponent.I didn't report my chances of winning at first, and the teacher also advised me to give up this game and prepare for the next one.And I was going to try my best at the end, but beyond my imagination, I actually took a gap and won that game.The congratulatory crowd surrounded me, and I applauded with them. At the end of the line, I actually grabbed a snow-white hand.

I was dazzled by the joy of victory at the time, and I didn't have time to pay attention to her astonished expression, because the next moment, I was embraced by Milia.

Since then, every day when I compete, I can see that figure sitting quietly in the audience, she comes quietly and leaves silently at the end.She rarely spoke to me, and I never heard congratulations from her.The king of Sicily seemed to be standing on a cloud, looking down at me quietly, just like all living beings.

At that time, I didn't know what it meant, but I felt in my heart that as long as she was there and looked at me, the hand holding the sword would be extra solid and at ease.She is like my goddess of luck, accompanying me step by step towards the trial of the supreme knight adjutant.I have an idea that if I pass the exam for Supreme Knight Lieutenant this year, I must treat her to a meal.

For this flash of thought, I redoubled my efforts to enrich myself, and every day I was either on the training ground or immersed in those military theoretical works that required familiarity.Time always flies, and on the day I learned that I had passed the adjutant officer exam, I followed Miria's example and sent an invitation with evening primroses tied around it.Then I started to prepare for dressing up. Wendy found a long red dress that Milia bought for me last week from the closet. I held the dress and compared it in front of the mirror, whether the shoulder straps were too thin, and whether the chest was wide open. It's a little low, she said cheerfully. The red matches the color of my hair.I thought about it, and put it on, and then asked her to help me put on a beautiful makeup.

For hours, I looked in the mirror and saw a version of myself I had never seen before.

Her face became hot, and Wendy clapped her hands and ran to call Miria over.Milia was not surprised at all, as if I have always been like this. She walked up to me, measured it carefully, raised her hand and took off her hairpin, and the golden waterfall poured down like a golden tree. Man Rong.She pressed me on the dressing stool, dexterously coiled my long hair with her fingers, finally pinned it gently with the hairpin, sprayed it with styling water, and carefully tidied up the messy hair.I stared blankly at Miria's figure in the mirror. The image of my mother and Milia gradually merged together in my childhood, and they were so similar.

She didn't ask who I was dating, but just patted my shoulder lightly, her voice sounded like she was trying to lull me to sleep: "My little girl, the car is already waiting, have fun."