Camellia camellia

Half a month later, the soldiers of the expedition returned to Parramatta, the royal capital, with the fruit of victory.

The girls picked beautiful flowers and threw them to the knights they liked. The crowd continued to echo with thunderous applause and shouts. The young knights who yearned for glory and freedom held their heads high on their horses and waved to the crowd frequently.

According to the custom, each lord only sent a small team to the king's city to accept His Majesty's reward, while the rest of the soldiers returned to the territory all the way.

At this time, as a staunch supporter of the royal family, the leader of the Redditial family, the Grand Duchess Camelia Annerid Redditerer, stood only less than five times lower than King Dominica. steps.Her curly chestnut hair was bound by a crimson ribbon, wrapped around her ears, and curved in a beautiful arc on her soft skin. The emeralds on her earlobe kissed her fair and clear skin, and sprinkled strings of silver light Falling on the neck is as dazzling as a shooting star.She lowered her eyelids, her eyes patrolling the crowd as if inadvertently.Looking up from the square surrounded by crowds, the effect created by this subtle angle is like a princess nestled under the throne of the king, waiting for her to return with honor. And elegant and calm.The whispers in the crowd continued until the guards of honor sent by the various lords entered the city.

When the vanguard officer entered the city with the flag of the national emblem of Dominica, the Grand Duchess of the Reditile family did not immediately cast all her attention on the troops belonging to the family wearing the camellia wind curtain, on the contrary , all her mind habitually fell on a silver knight riding a black horse under the emblem of the Black Gold Moon Clan.

Aware of this invisible habit, the Grand Duchess raised the corners of her mouth in a self-deprecating manner. At the same time, the fiery gaze that made the knight's helmet cover two-thirds of her face firmly locked on to her position. , even Wang's impassioned speech never diverted the blazing heat.

She planned to ignore it, but this naked (harmonious) gaze forced her to brace herself to face it.

With just one glance, Camelia noticed the difference.She frowned and looked at it seriously.The chain armor is naturally familiar to Camelia, but what makes her a little uneasy is that the original owner of this armor should have a head of golden long hair, which is always carefully combed and used. Tied up a neat ponytail, and now, the longest exposed hair of this person does not reach his shoulders, although there is nothing wrong with the golden color.A strange feeling rose in Camelia's heart, and she even lost her mind when she got up and hugged her distant relative who led the expedition as usual.

The king's very appealing speech prompted the crowd to burst into cheers again and again, and the boiling crowd spread like a heat wave on the Republic Square in front of the palace.

It took a long time for the upsurge of the people to dissipate.After His Majesty returned to the palace, Camelia was also preparing to leave under the arrangement of the waiter.At this time, a silver-white figure blocked her way.Camelia noticed that three camellias in full bloom were engraved on the chest of the silver chain armor in front of her, and the branches protruding from the green leaves held a bouquet of fragrance steadily.

Camellia has always been a symbol of their family. Camellia, Camellia, is also her name.

The man's knight helmet has been taken off, holding it in his hand, a pair of black eyes are shining brightly.

Maybe it was because he was in a hurry when he took off the helmet, and his blond hair looked a little disheveled.

"Camelia, I'm back." There was a faint green smile on the thin face.She was not good at words, she waited there quietly like a calm lake.

—Mirgadilla Chris Trumien, the youngest daughter of the Marquis Dulumian family, also the highest knight in the family.

Wang once commented at the awarding ceremony of the highest knight: The youngest daughter of the Dulumian family is a real knight. One day it will become an invincible blade.He deserves the title of knight.

However, that's not all Mirja.

She lives in her own world, with the unique arrogance and reserve of Mirjatila, and she will return to her original appearance only when she is around a few specific people.

It can be said that she was not a natural knight, and as a woman, Mirga could not fully comprehend a man's self-esteem.It's just that in the process of growing up, she has always demanded herself with chivalry, and gradually let the chivalry principles integrate into the way she pursues. The reason for everything is just that she wants to become such a person.

For herself, for the expectations of her sisters, and for the person she insisted on protecting.

Mirjia opened her arms, holding the helmet in her right hand, and her free left arm was slightly bent, completely away from the water pattern sword scabbard on her belt.Her dark eyes were filled with the joy of reunion, and she greeted Camelia in full dress with an unsuspecting attitude.

She was already very close to her, but Camelia didn't seem to see it until she passed by, leaving only a trace of breeze between her arms and the scent of camellia.The Silver Knight stopped at that moment, his eyes widened in disbelief.She moved her lips, obviously she had drafted the words many times and hadn't said it out yet, but the lover who was lingering in her dream left her side.

She understood what Camelia's decisive back without the slightest hesitation represented.

This scene gave Mrs. Milia standing next to Count Containwith a panoramic view.She is always concerned about Mirjia—her closest and most beloved sister is standing on the red carpet with a lost face, and the crowd has almost dispersed.Milia sighed softly, after a moment of hesitation, she let go of her husband's arm, and walked over with the maid.

"Mirga?" She walked up to the silver knight and called her name.

The blond-haired female knight slowly raised her head, her face looked a little tired, and her dark eyes lacked the brilliance of the past.Just by meeting their eyes, they already had a heart-to-heart bond.

"...Sister." Seeing the familiar figure in front of her, Mirja was stunned for a while, looking around with slightly confused eyes over Milia's dark purple dress, and then pulled out a smile of "I'm worrying you again".

Yes, how could she not be here.

Heart, suddenly a little tingling.

Camelia may not understand all this, but she, who promised to protect the camellia on her chest forever—Mirgatila Kris Trumien must bear it.

With the honor of the surname as a bet, even if you have to overcome obstacles, you will not hesitate to destroy your body.

Thinking of this, her heart was armed.Love makes a woman stronger, even indestructible.

"Please don't worry, I've already anticipated such consequences." Facing her own flesh and blood relatives, she took a few deep breaths to adjust her emotions, and said softly to her.

The nervous speaking betrayed her emotions, and Mirja coughed twice.Just when Milia was about to ask her with concern, Mirja suddenly realized something, and folded her hands against her flat abdomen covered by armor.

"No, Mirja, could it be..." The cold armguard pierced her chest, "tell me, this is just a rumor from the outside world, it's not true, tell me it's not, right?" Noticing Mirja's The beautiful Countess seemed very frightened by the move, she quickly lowered her voice, and fixed her gaze under the silver skirt, almost trying to verify through the armor whether her conjecture had really come true.

A soft affirmative reply came from Milia's ear.At that moment, Milia seemed to plunge into the bottomless abyss.

When her consciousness returned, Milia tightened her arms, and tightly locked Mirja in her arms with distress.

How long has it been since I hugged her, Milia tried hard to think back.In her memory, Eldest Eldest was married to the far north as the messenger of the Trumien family to the northern wolves when she was very young. This added to the lively atmosphere in the Dulumian mansion, but Milia found that her father's gloomy face did not brighten up because of the birth of this young life, and her mother was even more depressed, often hugging Mirga and sighing at the window, In the next year, she suffered from tuberculosis, and she left them not long after.During her mother's serious illness, it was the second sister, Caessandra, who supported all the affairs of the house by herself. Caessandra was only 13 years old at that time.So in Miria's memory, all her childhood revolved around Mirjatila—her only sister and childhood playmate.Of course, all this is protected before Cassandra is married.

Milia couldn't help feeling a burst of heartache. She had never seen Mirja who pretended to be relaxed like this.In her eyes, Mirga, who has always abided by the ethics of knighthood, will always be a treasure in her hands.They have been together since childhood and have never been separated.She pulled her hand, and gently rubbed the calluses accumulated from years of sword practice with her fingertips.The itchiness ran up from the palm of the hand along the arm like a shocking snake, so numb that the highest knight of the Hei Jinyue family blushed instantly in front of her, and hurriedly tried to break free from her hand, but was caught Milia grasped it firmly, and then she stretched out her arms and hugged the soft body wrapped in silver armor tightly into her arms.

"Oh, no. My little Mirka, don't be afraid, I know that," she reassured softly. "Before she knows it, you need to find a suitable opportunity and have a good talk with her. But... I have to say, you really did not consider this matter. If it were me, I would only compare her Even more angry, you know that Camelia loves you more than herself, how can she bear to see you accept any compromise for her."

"...I know, but sister, rather than being assigned by my father to marry in the end, I would rather choose to stay by Kalia's side in this way. You know her character, and since she has been baptized, she will never break her oath Returning to vulgarity, I force myself to fulfill my mission and continue the family's future generations. Even for the glory of the Camellia family, she will not compromise. So all I can do... is to help her correct this mistake." While speaking, the knight's eyes gradually faded away. Turn into tenacity, as if you have made up your mind.

"...I will go and beg my father to reconsider your marriage with Heather." Miria wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said slowly: "Look at me, Mirga. You are my only sister, no one else I can understand you better than I do. But you are too radical this time, and it is reasonable for Camelia not to understand your painstaking efforts....Give her some time, she loves you, you have to believe This, okay? Promise me, other than that, stop doing stupid things."

Mirja knew what she meant.

"Thank you." She nodded obediently, planted a deep kiss on her sister's forehead, and pointed to the side where Milia came from.

"Go back." Mirja squeezed out a not-so-bright but sincere smile, and urged, "I'll visit you in Blackton after I finish dealing with the matter in hand."

Milia followed her gaze and turned her head, and sure enough, the man had already shown an impatient look.She rubbed Mirja's hair, "It will still be stored, don't forget, you are the family of the goddess of ice and snow."

Mirjia smiled, "Well, don't worry, let's go."

Mirjatila's eyes followed the figure of the third sister Qianli and returned to the man reluctantly. Her heart sank, and Fang Zai's ray of light brought to her by Miriya was gradually eroded by the gloom.

"I am like this, can I still be worthy of being called a knight?" Mirja said to herself, not even aware of the curious and probing eyes of the waiters around her.She touched the ends of her short hair, sighed softly, and turned her gaze to the direction of Mirror Lake Manor in the northwest of Parramatta, but even so, she still made a decision. As long as she has a direction in her heart, the road under her feet will be smooth. Will be as firm as the blade of a sword.

Now that you have a choice, you have to face it, even if it is the sonata before the storm.

She immediately returned to the hotel where she was staying, and after succinctly exhorting the adjutant, she went back to the room and took off her armor and changed into her daily attire. He is also equally heroic, and his vigorous and resolute posture is not inferior to a real man.

Standing in front of the mirror, Mirja couldn't help recalling that she and Camelia were holding hands and walking in the streets of Parramatta, the capital with fluttering long skirts. At that time, she was not used to wearing breeches and boots. Even now, She still misses the soft touch of the dress that Camelia sewed for her by herself.

She suddenly felt extremely hot in her heart, so she loosened her tie, tied her hair behind her ears, and walked towards the stable.

At this time, a herald came to Mirga and blocked her way, announcing that her father, the current patriarch of the Trumien family, had invited her to the annex, and it is said that she had also invited one of her close friends. Friend - Lord Heather Rainey, Reditterrell.Hearing this news, Mirja frowned in disgust.She ignored the envoy's entreaties, and directly pulled out a tawny tawny tame horse from the stable, and skillfully jumped onto the horse's back.

She is already familiar with that road.

"Please help me convey to my father and tell him that I will go back to Isampero with the team. If there is anything to decide during this period, please act according to father's wishes."

When the poor herald was left behind by her, Mirjia, who had already galloped out of the three city gates, subconsciously touched her flat belly.Without any hesitation anymore, Mirja regained her spirits and resolutely chose to face the unknown.

Camelia, at this moment, this is the only name left in Mirgatila's mind.

She had never wanted to see her so badly.

The author has something to say:

I really like Mirjia, and I feel sorry for her...

I don't know why, I've been very serious in my code recently...