Lia closed her eyes tightly, her body seemingly submerged in nothingness.
Under the dark, boundless starry sky, her body was tightly curled up.
With arms pressed close to the body, it felt as if one were immersed in a warm embrace.
"Um....."
Lia slowly opened her eyes, raised her head, and saw the sky above this space.
Finally, the surrounding space gradually took on a new outline.
She opened her mouth, but words were stuck in her throat like a pebble, and she couldn't utter a single one.
Lia tentatively reached out her hands, her two plump, white arms, like lotus roots, leaving the warm chest and passing through the void.
She stared at her arm, stunned.
Then, a cry came from the body; it was the baby's inexplicable crying.
That was her voice, Lia was absolutely certain.
Soon, the crying attracted the attention of a boy.
The boy ran over and carefully took her from the adult's arms with his left hand.
"Don't cry, don't cry."
The boy, with his jet-black hair, slowly raised his face.
A pair of very beautiful eyes, clear and lively, with black pupils like a deep crystal, yet shining like stars.
A mature adult voice sounded behind the boy:
"Don't scare her, Victor."
Victor?
Lia looked at the boy in front of her with teary eyes, her vision somewhat blurred.
She reached out her hand and unconsciously grabbed the boy's face.
She did it. The boy's cheek was scratched red and looked like it was in pain, but the smile on his face didn't change at all.
He still wore that same expression of surprise, his obsidian-like eyes looking tenderly at the baby in his arms.
"She's so beautiful."
"Is she my sister?"
The adult's voice rang out again:
"That's right, she's your sister."
"Lia Clavner, that will be her name from now on."
"You must protect her, Viktor."
The boy nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"I definitely will."
wrong……
5 years old —
November 6th.
A light snow began to fall outside the mansion, signifying that winter had arrived in Braxton.
Lia raised her soft left hand and caught the falling snowflakes in her palm, where they melted instantly.
She breathed warm air onto her little hands and rubbed them together.
Suddenly, a shocked voice came from inside the mansion:
"That's amazing!"
"Your Excellency, your child possesses extraordinary magical talent!"
The adults inside the house chuckled.
"Really? That's really good."
"Victor, you must study magic diligently in the future and become an excellent mage."
Then, a boy's soft laughter came from inside the house.
"For Lia, I definitely will."
wrong……
December 21st.
Lia was wearing a thick pink cotton coat, with long sleeves that covered her small hands, and a small, thin wool scarf wrapped around the collar several times.
Her face was flushed, and a pink cotton hat slipped down, obscuring Lia's small but bright eyes.
I was in a great mood, looking forward to Helnason building the snowman, and my face was full of innocent smiles.
The next second, a fireball flew towards her, grazing past Lia and melting the large snowball she was using to make the snowman.
Lia turned around and looked back.
The boy was raising his left hand, and a wisp of white steam rose from his fingertips:
"I'm sorry, Lia."
"I've just learned this magic, so I'm a little unsteady."
He apologized to Lia with a look of remorse on his face.
wrong……
December 22nd.
Lia accidentally knocked over the vase on the table.
The vase shattered, and the damp soil inside covered the book covered in strange patterns.
Lia quickly brushed away the dirt, but the pages of the book were still stained with dirt, leaving marks.
Those strange patterns were obscured, becoming discontinuous.
It was expensive, and Lia knew she had gotten herself into trouble.
That was Victor's most precious magic book.
The boy walked over and only glanced at the soiled books.
He was already ten years old and much taller than Lia, so he turned around and squatted down in front of her.
Those bright black eyes gazed at her tenderly.
"You were scared, weren't you, Lia?"
"You can cry out loud as you like, don't be afraid."
The boy reached out his left hand and gently placed it on Liya's head, stroking it.
Lia felt her eyes well up with tears.
She couldn't hold back and burst into tears.
The boy pulled her into his arms and held her tightly in his warm embrace.
With his left hand, he gently and slowly stroked Lia's back.
"I will protect you for the rest of my life."
"I definitely will."
Still not right...
Eight years old.
Lia looked at the visitors who had come to the family.
His name was Angus Delin, and he was his father's comrade-in-arms.
He was a powerful knight who lived in the north and had been stabilizing the war there.
Behind him followed a little girl with the same silver-white hair as him.
She was about the same age as him and very beautiful.
She timidly hid behind her Uncle Angus, clutching his trouser leg tightly with her left hand, and shyly peeked out.
Lia felt that she must have a very good relationship with Uncle Angus.
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