Luna was carrying a gun.
"Bang!"
These days, for some reason, she suddenly became tired of city life and decided to join the army.
As if she had experienced a lot of unremembered things, her physical fitness inexplicably improved a lot, and her five senses became far superior to ordinary people overnight. She was soon admitted to the military as an exception.
After joining the army, she took the initiative to sign up and went to the most dangerous northwest area to guard the border.
Drug dealers, human traffickers, arms dealers... There are always people who unscrupulously challenge the bottom line of the law and humanity, and what she has to do is to become a righteous "modern knight", turning her rifle into a knight's gun, replacing tears with blood and sweat, and rushing to the front line without fear of hardships or evil.
With her superhuman perseverance, she was promoted all the way, widely praised by generals and comrades, and the number of stars on her shoulders increased.
Finally, a female medical soldier overcame worldly rumors and public opinion, walked up to her and hugged her.
"...I don't care about your age, family background or gender." The female soldier said, "I only care about you...Luna. Your unyielding body like the sun, your strong will like steel, you touch me like a flower - you are a 'modern knight' as noble, beautiful and just as a yellow rose."
With the knowledge of a few people, they hugged each other tightly.
Luna has always been happy.
In front of her is the justice she pursues, and behind her is the support that keeps her from succumbing to the secular world.
However, when she tossed and turned at night, she would occasionally dream of a white-haired girl... and a group of people whose faces she could not see clearly.
...Who is that?
Anyway, life is already happy.
As long as you can keep moving towards your ideal of justice... In fact, the missing things are not something you have to hold on to.
The Knight of the Yellow Rose is a very relieved person.
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"Akane..."
"Siber... Er?"
"Hey, whose name is this? And... why did I dream of a group of people playing duck and goose killing in a villa..."
"I... why am I... crying..."
——Luna, the Northern Admiral, dedicated her life to slaying evildoers. Even in her old age, she continued to fight on the front lines until her old wounds recurred and she passed away. She was hailed as a "true knight" by the United Nations.
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"Master—Master!"
On the magnificent Manhattan Avenue in Eagle Country, a blond young man walked ostentatiously, like a sideways crab.
A young man wearing glasses hurriedly caught up and said breathlessly: "Master Aini, the master of the family asked you to go back quickly. Regarding the issue of property distribution..."
"That's enough, Hubert!" The blond young man crossed his arms and showed a cold expression: "I don't want to be tied to the world of fame and fortune for the rest of my life. My brother is a human being, so let him inherit!"
Hubert and several black-clad bodyguards were shocked. Hasn't Master Aini always been proud of his family, as proud as a little prince? Why has he become a different person recently? Not only does he sneer at huge wealth, he also talks about going to a distant place to see the stars and the sea, and comprehend the mystery of fire...
"Young Master..." The butler wanted to persuade him a little more.
Hubert smiled, adjusted his glasses, and whispered to Aini:
"Okay... I wish you the best."
The housekeeper was dumbfounded and didn't know how to dissuade him.
At this time, a luxury car came speeding from the corner of the street, and a woman with rose-red hair sat in the car and rolled down the window.
"My little Prince Aini, where do you want to go? Big sister will take you there to play." Julia hooked her finger and smiled charmingly.
"Yes! Master Aini, don't even think about leaving us alone!" Hans, the man in the back row, laughed.
"Master Aini, I heard that the volcanoes in Africa are very wild. Let's go and have a look! I don't know why, but these few days I suddenly felt that life cannot be just about money. We should treat every day as if it were our last day!" Celt, another man in the back row, grinned.
Their smiles were brighter than the sun. Without warning, Aini burst into tears.
"Julia, Hubert, Hans, Celtic..." Eni opened the car door and sat in.
"Hey! Master—Master!" The butler's voice was left behind.
The pink convertible sped away on the golden street filled with the smell of money and neon lights.
The explosive rock music rushed out from the front of the car and floated in the night sky filled with lights.
Ahead is the rising sun, gold, fine wine, and the golden sunlight in his flaming eyes.
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"Speaking of which, why do I have this obsessive pursuit of the term 'Secret of Fire' in my mind?"
"The psychiatrist told me that this is called the 'anchor effect'. This word is the anchor I once planted for myself. The old me should have thought: Only by deepening my memory of the word 'The Secret of Flame' and desperately remembering this word as an anchor can I remember the people who are closely related to this word when I forget everything else."
"What on earth did I go through in the past? Why did I presuppose a future where I would forget everything? Did I already foresee that one day I would forget everything?"
"Maybe when I truly understand the 'Secret of Fire' one day... I'll be able to remember it..."
——A well-known world traveler, Aini, likes to visit various exotic places with fire. He compiled a travel book "The Secret of Fire", which has been passed down to later generations and his reputation will last forever.
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"Have you heard? This year's Nobel Prize winner is actually her...!"
"Isabella! My mentor, she solved a thousand-year-old physics problem overnight..."
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