Chapter 11 A deafening voice, setting aside all filters, slapped her from...
Wangting Academy...that's something to look forward to!
Eleanor's childhood is shrouded in a veil of romance.
Before she was 10, she rarely went to school because of headaches and couldn't even write many words in her own world. Later, her headaches stopped, but then she met Andra.
In her past life, she treated the world as a dating game, and playing and falling in love with Andra was far more important than going to school.
Later, when she was 12 and Andra was 14, neither of them went to the Royal Academy in Norlana.
Because Eleanor "bribed" her mother with many interesting gadgets, she created her own "free classroom" in the palace, which was known as the Princess Academy.
Under the princess's continued pleading and the onslaught of gifts—a model ship—King Eva of Norlana waved her hand, allowing her to choose the doctors who would participate in the teaching.
In her previous life, Eleanor ruthlessly used her superpower of the third eye to quickly sift out a large number of capable individuals.
She invited a PhD who was proficient in agriculture and architecture, and also spent money to hire talented craftsmen from the countryside to form a research team with them, dedicated to replicating the simpler devices on Earth to benefit the people.
That was a truly happy and fulfilling time.
She not only gets to snuggle in her lover's arms every day and whisper all sorts of interesting things, but also feels a strong sense of accomplishment because every little step she takes is actually benefiting the world.
Eleanor clenched her fist as if she were holding a shining star.
Everyone was really happy at that time, including her, Andra, and the researchers in the team.
They looked at her with adoration, regarding her as the embodiment of the god of wisdom.
Even in the most turbulent times, this group of researchers steadfastly followed her wherever she went, whether it was Enlin or Hertuya.
They gathered firewood behind her, together igniting the flames of improvement and exploration, and finally, with the support of the King and Queen, established the Celestial Research Institute in the capital of Hetuya...
Eleanor took a deep breath and continued walking down the corridor.
Phew~ Anyway, it's two years from now.
I'll attend classes with my older sisters first, and then I'll gather them together one by one later.
The guards cleared the way ahead, while Coral walked beside them at the same pace, always ready to let her hand hang down and wait for the little princess to take her hand.
Watching Coral's movements, Eleanor instinctively moved her fingers, and two memories simultaneously flooded her mind.
The respectful attendants supported the ailing queen, steadily supporting half of her body.
She was surrounded by many guards and beautiful women, all of whom were watching her with concern and would not let her fall.
Meanwhile, little Eleanor nestled in Andra's arms, whispering to her lover while poking his handsome face with her finger.
The shoes that hovered in mid-air were spotless, occasionally brushing against the hem of Andra's clothes.
Andra...
Eleanor slowed her pace as she passed the Hanging Gardens, and the people around her slowed down as well.
The rooftop gardens of the Royal Court of Norlana are very famous.
This garden is not actually suspended in the air, but rather creates a magnificent sense of suspension through undulating slopes, steps, hanging structures, and climbing plants.
Eleanor walked to the middle of the long bridge, put one hand on the jade-colored railing and looked down.
The princess guard's training grounds were just below. In her past life, she would occasionally stand here with Andra, gazing into the distance, but in this life...
Snap.
Eleanor tiptoed and leaned over the fence, while Coral silently protected her shoulders and waist.
A golden figure flashed by.
"Haha!" Andra let out a hearty laugh, then dodged the thorns and swung his sword to deflect the attacking Manju.
Eleanor clutched her chest nervously.
They are having a martial arts contest... Could it be that history has a strong inertia, and that things that have happened before will repeat themselves?
Ding-dong.
The intense fight came to an abrupt end.
Andra stepped back, and Thorns and Manju silently picked up the sword from the ground and nodded to her. The children on both sides clapped their hands enthusiastically.
The atmosphere seemed quite friendly? Eleanor smiled wryly, her feelings a mixture of emotions.
It seems the past has changed. Their initial encounter was much less hostile, simply because I hadn't declared Andra my guardian knight.
This is good; it fits her plan to distance herself from Andra and proves that the past can be easily changed, and that flapping one's wings at one point can stir up a storm at another.
Then why am I still so unhappy?
Eleanor couldn't help but look up, and her eyes met those golden pupils.
She was taken aback, and almost instinctively raised her right hand to try and beckon.
In her childhood in her previous life, whenever she made this gesture, Andra would rush over and hold her hand. In her teenage years, they would kiss passionately in secluded places.
The burning kiss seemed to still linger on her lips. Eleanor quickly lowered her hand and nodded nervously to Andra.
Ah. The girl with golden-red hair smiled slightly as she stood in the sunlight.
That smile, so elegant yet so subtle, gently stung Eleanor: it was gone, the deep love in her eyes was gone.
If this were truly their first meeting, she might have been deceived by Andra's affectionate expression.
But they spent decades together!
Every day, every night, every kiss, every touch...
Andra disliked closing her eyes; she always gazed greedily into them. Eleanor, in turn, was captivated by her burning passion, their eyes meeting countless times in long, intense stares.
Is it merely a stark contrast between decades of accumulated love and their first meeting? No, it's not.
Even though she had forgotten many things, she still remembered clearly—Andra's loving and tender eyes.
"From now on, you will be my guardian knight!"
The little princess took the sword and took the knight's hand. Her golden eyes flashed, illuminating the flames.
Why does the way you look at me change just because of such a small change?
We first met at my 10th birthday party, when I comforted you after you were bullied by your older sister, and I pinned a marigold flower in your hair...
That's enough! Stop being greedy.
Eleanor bit her lip, reason constantly attacking her naivety: You chose to distance yourself from Andra, you were just plotting how to get rid of her, and now you're lingering on her gaze and passion? How ridiculous!
The deafening voice slapped her out of her reverie.
Eleanor raised her hand and waved it gently, then nestled shyly into Coral's open embrace.
"Sister Coral, let's go."
"Okay~" Coral had no idea what the little princess was thinking in those few fleeting seconds.
She took the princess's hand and led her down the bridge, saying as they walked, "Don't overwork yourself. The princesses have classes every day, so they're quite robust. If you feel unwell, just go to sleep; your teachers won't say anything."
"Mmm." Eleanor nodded obediently, but a surge of excitement welled up inside her.
Okay, we'll see the sisters soon!
In this lifetime, the four of us sisters must work together to defeat Andra and Hetuya behind her!
...
The servant at the door rang a bell, and Coral grasped the brass handle, opening the classroom door for the princess.
Ding-a-ling... Snap.
The people inside turned their heads. The furnishings inside resembled those of a modern classroom, only the layout was different.
The instructor's podium was naturally at the front, with no blackboard behind it, but a hanging rack for hanging long scrolls was placed on the side.
Six tables were placed closest to the teacher, while the other tables were placed further away, generally in the third row or further back in a typical classroom.
Two people were crammed into each of the tables at the back, while the three princesses and their companions sat alone at the six tables at the front.
"Hello, sisters~" Eleanor greeted them sweetly, but couldn't help shivering as soon as she looked up.
wrong!
She naturally knew the colors of her three older sisters' names. Just like in her previous life, the characters above her three sisters' heads were blue, purple, and purple respectively.
She couldn't see her own name, so it must be at least purple.
If we follow the rules of the match-3 game, shouldn't the three purple ones combined be able to defeat one gold one? But there's an extra blue one too!
Eleanor's optimism vanished the moment she saw her sisters' faces.
She rubbed her eyes: Sister Wang and her friends broke through the filter of decades of memories with their strength, tearing open the cruel reality.
Eldest sister Dasha: 180cm tall, weight... at least 320kg.
Eleanor's memory of her eldest sister is vague: she was tall, gentle, and would give her younger sister many gifts... She must have been very willing to work hard to improve her martial arts skills and help her younger sister protect her country, right?
But the enormous body before them had already exceeded the category of "tall".
Dasha was like a giant ball of flesh, taking up the entire tabletop. Her plump, rounded hands rested on the table, one on each side.
Forget about practicing martial arts, he was so heavy that he couldn't even lift his legs.
Her eyes were indeed very gentle, and she even playfully winked when Eleanor looked at her. Unfortunately, this woman's throat looked like it was wrapped in two swimming rings, so it probably wasn't very convenient for her to speak.
No wonder I subconsciously suspected my third sister's cause of death but never my eldest sister's; it was clearly due to illness...
Eleanor smiled awkwardly at her older sister and crossed Dasha's name off the battle roster: With her physical condition, Eleanor shouldn't count on either research or combat.
She then turned her gaze to her second sister, the so-called "Ophelia the Mediocre King".
Whether in her own childhood memories or in other people's words, this woman's actions can only be described as mediocre.
Wenzhi?
The current Queen Eva left Ophelia with an unimaginable mess.
The people were starving, the nobles were fat and strong, and the national treasury was full of debt... If it weren't for Eleanor helping to hold things together, Norlana might have been shattered into pieces before Andra attacked.
Martial arts? Eleanor had never seen her fight in person.
It is said that the second sister once led an army to fight against the rebellious minor lords, Attila and others. Before Andra's kingdom fell, Ophelia maintained a record of 0 wins but always managed to escape unscathed.
Of course, the battle between the second sister and Attila will probably be recorded in later history books as "King Nolana barely escaped with his life".
The reason Ophelia's name is purple is most likely because she was extremely skilled in writing and painting, and she would certainly leave a lasting mark on posterity with her works.
Having figured this out, Eleanor gritted her teeth and removed Ophelia's name from the battle list as well.
Sister, your going to the battlefield might have a negative impact. I... I'll temporarily categorize you as part of the logistics team.
"Lily, come here~ do you want to sit with your big sister?" Ophelia noticed her little sister's gaze and patted the chair next to her in a friendly manner.
Her words were very affectionate, but her actions and tone were rather indifferent.
Mysella, who was next to her, exclaimed, "What? Lily definitely wants to sit with me!" and then gave up half of her bottom.
The noble servant accompanying the student couldn't help but shake his head and moved a chair over from the side to place it.
Eleanor felt relieved looking at Myrcella's energetic face: at least her older sister was still quite capable!
Although she died mysteriously on the battlefield in her previous life, according to the evaluations of others, including Andra, Myrcella was an exceptionally brave vanguard with good combat intuition.
If you equip your sister with the strongest cavalry, equip the entire team with good horses, weapons, and armor, and add Manju and Thorn, they should be able to hold their own against Andra, right?
Eleanor relaxed a little, now it was time to hear her sisters' political insights and management skills, hoping they could provide strong support in the fight against Hetuya.
Under everyone's gaze, she gracefully sat down on the chair, like a delicate moonflower.
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