Chapter 86 She Shouldn't Stop Here

"Belle, I am a very dangerous person," Vefia said sternly. "Your brother would also be dangerous if he became my knight."

Bailey was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Vifiya to be so direct and evaluate her like this.

The young lady in front of her was about the same age as her, and she exuded a harmless aura when talking to her, but she was not a child anymore. How could she not know the danger of Vifiya?

But this was her brother's choice, and she would not stop him, just like when she had applied for the job of a maid in Viscount Langley's house without telling her brother. When her brother found out, he just sighed and did not stop her.

As a family member, her brother is pleased that she has her own ideas and is gradually becoming able to live on her own. Similarly, as a sister, she hopes to see him safe.

Perhaps it was because the fireplace was too warm, or perhaps it was because Vifiya's eyes lacked the contempt she had seen in the nobles before.

"My brother has been working so hard," Bailey said softly. She could tell that her brother trusted Vifiya, so it was okay to tell her these things, right? She was someone her brother trusted.

She raised her head and looked directly into Vifiya's eyes for the first time. Seeing Vifiya looking at her seriously and gently, she curled her eyebrows. It was really different, a different look from that of other nobles she had met.

"I've never seen my mother. In my earliest memories, it was only my brother who took care of me. Later, when I grew up, I would always see a man in rags and smelly clothes come to our house and smash everything in the house. Then, my brother would lock me in the room and tell me, let's play the game again. You can only come out when I open the door."

Vifiya listened to her quietly. Arnold had told her about his past before, and although there were many more details this time, how could she not guess the reason why he did this.

"Every time my brother opened the door, his face and body would be covered in bruises and purple bruises, but he said he had smeared them himself. I believed him because he would never lie to me." Bailey paused and took a deep breath. "Until one day, that man came again, and my brother locked me in the room again. But he broke down the door, and before his fists could land on me, my brother hugged me and stood guard in front of me."

"That day, I realized that man was my father."

Bailey's face was calm. She shifted her gaze away from Vifia and stared at the burning fireplace. The flames in her brown pupils continued to rise, emitting more and more dazzling light.

"My brother resisted him, but he couldn't be by my side every moment, so before that man became more violent, he took me away from that home."

"Although my brother never told me, I always knew that he always felt that his life was insignificant. He would teach me everything he learned and give me everything he gained." It's like... it's like he can leave this world at any time.

My brother actually had a tendency to be self-destructive, but because of her, he went from being self-destructive to giving up.

She said this to Vifiya not to make her pity the two siblings, nor to win her sympathy. They did not need pity or sympathy.

She would not change her brother's choice just because she knew that Vifiya was in danger. She could feel that her brother had become a little different. He had become busier and they met less often, but the feeling about him was different.

She couldn't help but smile, and finally couldn't hold back the tears that fell. She was happy for her brother. There were some things that, precisely because they were family, they didn't know how to say them out loud or how to solve them.

She stood up and bowed solemnly to Vifiya: "Brother, I leave it to you."

A brother deserves the best because he is a brother.

The intermittent words in the room reached Isidore's ears, and he looked up at the night sky.

He could probably guess what their conversation was about; he could sense something very profound in the few words they spoke.

Their problem seemed to have been solved, but his hadn't. Should he ask Vifiya? He quickly rejected the idea.

Bright silver fell in his eyes, and he looked dazed, which was rare for him.

friend.

He seemed to have heard this word somewhere before. He vaguely remembered that when Salis first introduced Kaharun to him, she mentioned these two words, "friends".

She hopes he and Kaharun can become friends.

So are they friends?

He couldn't help but take the word seriously for the first time, and looked up the explanations of the word in books from his memory and compared them one by one.

He couldn't help but think of Vifiya again. Could he and Vifiya be considered friends? Could she be considered friends?

No.

Vifiya... Vifiya has no classification, and it doesn't fit into any category.

So Kaharun...

It seems a bit light to put him in the category of friend.

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In the most central area of ​​Lachigo, the towering spire of the castle seems to pierce the sky. The sun is not visible, but the light is reflected on the stained glass of the pointed arch windows, creating a dazzling glow.

"The palace is so beautiful! Awen, I want to go in and play too!" The little girl nestled in the arms of a woman named Awen, pointing in the direction of the castle, her face full of longing.

The child's childish words could not help but cause bursts of laughter from those around him.

"Little girl, don't embarrass your mother. You can't just go in there whenever you want."

When she heard someone reply, she said seriously and doubtfully, "Awen is not my mother! But didn't a sister just go in?"

Without waiting for anyone else to respond, she looked at Awen's face and asked curiously, "Awen, Awen, have you been there?"

Arwen walked away from the palace, smiling and shaking his head, "No, Helena."

"Hmm." Helena heard this and fluttered in her arms unhappily, then quickly hugged her tightly and buried her head in the woman's neck. "Awen, I'm very interested in the sister who entered the palace today."

Helena rubbed it again: "What's her name?"

Awen's smile remained unchanged as he spoke softly, "Let me think, the second daughter of the Kesley family, if I remember correctly, is called Vifiya."

The two of them gradually walked away in the crowd. Lila looked at their gazes herself. She looked towards the direction of the palace. The convoy with the exclusive flag of the Kesley family had already disappeared from her sight.

She lowered her head, her hands hanging at her sides curled up slightly.

People were coming and going on the street, and she stood motionless on the side of the street. After an unknown amount of time, she smiled slightly.

Although Miss Vifia was originally a noble, after that meeting, she did not expect that she would inherit the title. It was said that this was the will of the late Marquis of Caseley, who gave up the heir he had trained for many years.

Ridiculous, that was the only comment Lila could come up with.

In just a few days, Vifia was the only member of the main line of the Kesley family left. The reason given by the royal family was an accident, but she didn't believe it. The change of titles in any family would not be so simple, let alone a great noble like Kesley.

The determined look in Vifiya's eyes when they last met appeared in her mind.

Lila no longer seemed surprised that she could become a marquis.

She remembered that Miss Vifiya was still underage. If she had reached this position on her own...

Lila's pupils suddenly shrank. She didn't know why she suddenly thought of this possibility. She couldn't help but smile bitterly. She took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the academy. It was so embarrassing that she was not even as good as a little girl.

She quickly put this sigh behind her. What she cared more about now was the thought that came to her mind later.

The experience and experiences summarized from reading many books all told Lila that the protagonist of the knight's coronation ceremony on the same day as Miss Vifia's investiture ceremony was a commoner, Arnold.

Miss Vifia is really... Lila laughed out loud. She is really a crazy lady. She is willing to give such great honor to the common people and is willing to share this honor with the common people.

She leaned her hands on a street corner where few people cared, and tears fell along with the snowflakes.

If only she had met someone like this before.

But it doesn't seem too late now.

She wiped the tears from her cheeks. Miss Vifiya was right. Pearls in the mud are still pearls. It’s just that the environment is not suitable for pearls.

She believed that she was a pearl, a pearl that was now in the mud. She should not stop here, and her destination should not be just here.

She looked towards the palace. Today's ceremony was sending a message: civilians and women could also stand there.

It turns out that women can also have power and reach high positions.

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Garlian kept looking around. Even though the flowers in the palace garden were blessed by a magic circle and were still bright in winter, she had no time to appreciate them.

She lifted the hem of her skirt, gnashing her teeth and stamping her feet, muttering to herself, "Emont, that bastard! The investiture ceremony for the Kesley family is about to begin, and he's still nowhere to be found."

Suddenly, a familiar lament came from not far away: "It's so cold!"

Glunn angrily followed the sound and walked quickly, only to see a man in front of her walking slowly forward with his hands clasped behind his head.

She took a few steps forward and stomped on him viciously.

"Ouch!" The man stumbled and quickly steadied himself. Turning around, he saw it was Garlian and breathed a sigh of relief. "I was so scared! How could someone in the palace attack me?"

"Edmund Brubert." Gabrielle stared at him expressionlessly.

"Here." Edmont, who was called by his full name, stood up straight subconsciously, his scalp tingling.

Garian put her fist to his chin. "If you don't make it to the investiture ceremony, you're dead."

After saying that, she pulled him back. His weak voice came from behind: "My dear sister, you know that I hate participating in this kind of thing. It's just an ordinary knighthood ceremony anyway."

"Do you know whose investiture ceremony this time?" Gabrielle asked unexpectedly.

Edmont answered without hesitation: "Isn't it the Kesley family? I heard about it when I came back yesterday."

One of the three founding families along with their Brubert family.

"It's Vifia Caseley," said Gillian.

Edmont was startled, his eyes falling on his sister, who didn't stop pulling him.

Where's the Marquis? The Emperor actually agreed? No wonder Garlian takes this so seriously. Maybe something big will happen.