Chapter 296: Past and Future (IV) A Noble Lady and a Commoner Knight...
Was she going to settle the score with him for not helping? Arnold thought, her tone was affirmative.
She knew from the beginning that he was a student of Alsayin Academy, so she judged that he had some degree of trustworthiness and stole his sword, so his temporary denial was useless.
"Yes, miss, my name is Arnold, and I'm a fourth-year student of knight education." He lowered his eyes and performed a simple etiquette. He knew very well that nobles did not like to be looked directly at by commoners at such times.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. You know, you took my sword." This was an extremely lame lie. A knight learns more than just swordsmanship. Arnold could only hope that Miss Casely didn't understand the content of knight education.
He glanced at her furtively, trying to judge whether his lie would succeed.
Apparently, Miss Casely not only saw through his lie, but also caught his eye.
The coldness and murderous intent in the crimson eyes had faded, leaving them very calm.
Arnold didn't see any contempt in her eyes, any condescension, and she didn't mind.
"I didn't ask you for help."
Just a few words dispelled the worries in Arnold's heart. He felt strange. Since he was not sure whether the other party would help, should he do it himself?
"Thank you for the sword. I will give you a thank you gift." She looked at him quietly.
He suddenly realized that he had been staring at the strange lady and lowered his head hastily: "I'm sorry for being rude, miss."
She wiped the blood off the sword and returned it to him.
She said, "I hope no one else will hear about what happened today from you."
Indeed, it is very shameful for a big family for a noble lady to be hunted without a knight to protect her. That also means that the chances of getting money will be very high, which is more like hush money than a thank-you gift.
"Of course, miss."
They had an intersection.
The thank-you gift was delivered by her personally. It was a very generous reward, the money he expected. She hid it from everyone's sight and did not cause him any trouble.
He still didn't see the contempt for him in her eyes.
The story of the commoner knight and the noble lady should have ended here.
But perhaps it was because he had talked with her before and experienced a different kind of respect. Every time he experienced something related to her or heard a topic related to her, he could not help but be attracted.
It shouldn't be considered attractive, Arnold thought. He was just curious. Was it because of her family education that made her different from other nobles?
After all, she came from a great noble family, and she was the highest-ranking noble he had ever spoken to.
They no longer met or talked to each other. At most, they met and their eyes passed by each other. They were strangers.
Without excessive attention, Arnold can piece together a possible image of her from the words of others and his own eyes.
She was so famous that no one wanted to talk to her, and most students of knight education wanted to become her knight and get on the express train of the Caseley family.
He could even see some good-looking male students trying to seduce the inexperienced Miss Casely.
Um……
Arnold thought of her murderous appearance, and it seemed that he didn't need to worry.
No, why should he worry about a noble lady who would obviously live a thousand times better than him? He was simply crazy.
Wherever Miss Casely went, she was surrounded by many people. She stood in the center of the crowd, more eye-catching than anyone else.
He had seen her many times, but he always felt that there was an invisible membrane between her and them, and she was independent of everyone.
Their second encounter was in a small seaside town three years after Arnold graduated.
She was being hunted once again, and this time, he took the initiative to step forward.
The emotion revealed by the noble lady in an instant was the look of a desperado.
Would a noble lady who lives a good life have such a look?
She...seems crazy?
The usually elegant Miss Casely ignored the sword stabbed at her body by the gangster and fought back without caring about her image. Her swordsmanship was much better than the first time, and she did not even react to his attack.
The lifeless criminal was chopped down with one knife after another, leaving the body covered in blood and flesh, unable to distinguish between blood, bones and flesh.
He thought she was crazy.
Arnold took a few steps over and grabbed her wrist: "Miss Kesley!"
There was an extremely calm look in her eyes. She was not crazy and knew what she was doing.
He had heard a lot about her and was no longer a stranger to her, but they were still strangers.
The crimson eyes reflected him, and the movement stopped.
"Arnold." The girl called out his name for the first time, but it was a cold warning. "Are you trying to save me?"
He couldn't help but be surprised that she remembered his name, an insignificant name, a name that didn't need to be remembered.
He noticed her eyes, which were alert, suspicious and envious.
Just because she remembered him didn't mean she trusted him.
Arnold belatedly remembered her question, "Are you trying to save me?"
Very strange question...
Did he want to save her? No, he...
He hesitated.
Thoughts that had been buried for a long time, thoughts that he himself was not even aware of, were easily seen by her.
"Ha." Miss Casely suddenly laughed. She broke free from her grasping hand, and her extremely suppressed laughter trembled, with glint in the corners of her eyes.
Her laughter filled my ears.
"No one..." He was halfway through his words, as if choked by something, and sneered, "Can save me."
What is she laughing at?
Was it because of the Kesleys? Did her family push her so hard? What did her family do to her? She...
"Go away." said the girl after she calmed down.
Arnold left, he was in no position to offer any advice to the young lady.
“May you have a wonderful day ahead,” he said.
But she still died, died at the seaside. It was a very beautiful sea. Her blood spread on the beach, and the waves took away the bright red.
What drove him to change again for the eighth and ninth time, and to connect with this unattainable lady?
The tenth time, she became a marquis.
For the eleventh time, he felt an impulse, no, a calculated impulse, to be loyal to her.
The twelfth time, she rejected him.
When she still refused on the thirteenth occasion, she was burned at the stake by the royal family.
The fourteenth time, she still refused, but when she was imprisoned, Arnold still chose to save her.
She said, "Don't save me."
The fifteenth time, she refused again and she died by suicide.
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He remembered nothing, but she remembered everything, and her attitude towards him became even gentler.
The sixteenth time, she remained silent, refusing to hesitate, even though he knew nothing.
She refused, but he didn't get up. He asked, "Miss Vifiya, next time, can you let me be your knight?"
When will the next time be?
Of course, when she thinks it is possible, that is the "next time".
Vifiya looked at him for a long time and agreed.
This time, the noble lady and the commoner knight still walked on a similar path as before, but the difference was that they became friends and occasionally exchanged letters.
The civilian knights would always tell her about the interesting things they encountered along the way and the unique customs they encountered. After all, noble ladies rarely traveled far.
The noble lady would not reply to every letter, but she would remind him to be safe and occasionally mention her recent situation.
Of course, they are friends.
She died again, just like every time before, before she turned thirty.
Arnold knew that Reylord Cardenas was not a good man, and he reminded Miss Vifia to be on guard.
He sensed something was wrong in the most recent letter she had sent him, and by the time he arrived, she had already been murdered.
She knew, she had known for a long time that something unexpected might happen to her, so her last letter was filled with words that sounded like a last will and testament.
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Seventeenth time, what happened seventeenth time? Arnold knew it all too well.
The seventeenth time was in his memory, complete and whole.
She took the initiative to reach out to him, and his life had never been so happy and so perfect. It was all because of her that his and Bailey's lives had completely changed.
"Is this what you want me to see?" Arnold asked, his usually calm gray eyes showing no sign of concealing his anger.
"Why did you let me see this?" he demanded. "Is her suffering so fascinating to you?"
God did not answer.
He didn't have the memory to repeat a dozen times, but he couldn't deceive himself that what he saw was false.
A lot of things can be connected.
This was her secret, a secret that she was unwilling to speak out, and a secret that he was unwilling to actively explore, but because of Him, it passed through his eyes.
Whether it is false or true, her pain is real every time.
Suddenly, everything flashed before his eyes, and everyone around him was dressed in mourning, including him.
He recognized her so easily, the sixteenth time, when he attended her funeral.
The nobles were dressed appropriately, their faces mournful, but their eyes were looking at everyone present. They all had their own ulterior motives. To them, this was not a funeral, including her so-called family members.
He looked in her direction and she was lying there, completely breathless.
How many people present here are still saddened by her departure?
The funeral custom of the Segarot Empire is not about sadness, but if you truly love someone and really care about them, how can you not feel sad?
Arnold suddenly felt that he had lost his breath.
Now he certainly knows that her "family" is not good to her, but what will his sixteenth self think when faced with this situation?
He subconsciously touched his waist, and the cold touch passed through his skin and reached his brain.
There was something else in the place where there should have been nothing. He didn't need to look down. How could he not recognize something he had held for many years?
Arnold suddenly laughed sarcastically.
Is this really His intention?
The seventeenth time was the one he could truly remember, and he was very grateful to himself for gaining her trust bit by bit in the past.
If the past sixteen events were real, would they be unimportant if I didn't experience them myself? No, it's just that compared to the past, the future is more important.
He thought that his master would forgive him for meeting her secretly without her consent.
His gray eyes were cold, and he drew his sword in front of her coffin.
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"Emotions are such a wonderful thing." Thesmera looked at Vifia beside her with a smile and spoke slowly.
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