Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

"Of course, I've been waiting for you to come back." Viviana said sincerely, "Fortunately, I didn't wait for bad news. You returned to my side like the dawn after the dark night."

"That is an exaggeration, my Lord Elector."

"So what? Grand Duke Kirilet, Protector of Victoria, former Governor of Rhine Life, Guest of Honor of Agor, Acting Saint of Kjerag, Miss Noa Kirilet. Honestly, your titles are so long I find it hard to say them all in one breath."

"...Okay, I shouldn't have joked with you about this." Noya's face had already turned bitter as she spoke. She hadn't expected Victoria to define her like that. Why had she suddenly become Victoria's Protector of the Nation? She hadn't done anything special back then. The biggest thing she'd ever done was assassinate the Blood Demon Lord, and she hadn't succeeded. It was said that the Blood Demon Lord was eventually thrown into a time rift by Mr. Logos, and he could never return. This incident really had nothing to do with Noya.

"Pfft..." Viviana finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, this is the Miss Noah I know~ Welcome back."

Chapter 2: The Influx

In 1100, on the northern border of Leithnia, in Fels, the capital of the Shitongling region.

The song paused - followed by thunderous applause.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" Someone stood up and applauded. He was dressed in luxurious clothes, his eyes blurred by the traces of time. He cheered for the art. "What a smooth performance, like moonlight caressing my cheek—Sir Erich, what do you think?"

"Ms. Martha, why do you treat me like this?" Meanwhile, Mr. Erich, consumed by the injustice of fate, wept. The music stirred deep, unspoken memories in his heart. It was inevitable; everyone has those moments they don't want to recall. Even though it was just a concert, he stood up, treating his companions like his fiancée. "Your cold face pierced my heart, yet your beauty took my breath away. I can't forget it..."

"I suggest you take your hand off my waist. Someone is watching us." The old noble patted the other's hand on his waist. Although there were many nobles in Letania who had homosexual relationships, it was a pity that the old man's taste was still on long-legged beauties.

"S-Sorry! Is the song over? I didn't even notice." Only then did Erich realize something was wrong. He awkwardly lowered his hand and coughed twice. "I don't know why, but I felt like I was back in last fall, the day Marta left me. The sadness is suffocating me."

The older man, fully aware of his friend's plight, sighed and offered sincere advice. "You should get out more often. Concerts like this might not be common in Shitongling, but it's different in Cuilin Terme."

“…Alas, those who do not know me, what worries I have. Those who know my heart, what do I seek?”

"Thank goodness Miss Arturo is here," Erich sighed. "Only through her piano music can I temporarily escape the stress of the day and catch my breath."

"That's right. Sadly, today is her last concert here," the elder sighed. "Excellent performances are hard to come by. Who would have thought such a brilliant performer would be from the Lateran? In my opinion, the only music that can compare to this performance is the anonymous score that circulated in Leithania a year ago."

"You've heard that one, too?" Erich suddenly became excited. "Do you prefer 'Yeragonde' or 'Don Quixote'?"

"It depends on which piece I'm listening to," the older man explained. "When I listen to one piece, I always think it's incredibly exquisite and unparalleled. But when I listen to the other piece, I think my previous understanding seems superficial and this piece is even more moving than before. I can only say that the person who composed these two pieces is absolutely a genius among geniuses."

"Indeed—but I still prefer the country-named pieces in 'Victoria'; they're so majestic," Erich exclaimed. "The composer must be an incredibly talented person. I really want to meet him."

The two smiled at each other and praised the music of an unknown author that circulated in Leitania a year ago. At this time, someone happened to hear their conversation. It was a black-haired Sacotta with black wings and halos. She smiled - the unknown performer was the name of the author of several music scores that circulated in Leitania a year ago. These music scores were not signed, but appeared in Leitania almost at the same time. There were three songs in total, and these three songs were all exquisite - "Don Quixote", "Victoria" and "Yeragunde". These three songs directly ignited Leitania. For this music capital, excellent songs will not be buried. People are fanatically pursuing these three songs, and Arturo, the performer, is no exception.

In her eyes, these three pieces of music were not just three exquisite pieces of music. She could feel the emotions from the author in them. The author might have similar abilities to her. The pieces composed by the author were all playing certain emotions. Even Arturo had to admit that she was indeed conquered by these three pieces of music to some extent. If possible, she also wanted to meet this mysterious author.

It's a pity that she didn't have time to look for information about this unknown player. After all, there was a little tail following her that she couldn't get rid of.

"Please continue." Just as the elder and Erich were leaving the concert, their conversation was overheard by another person. He then appeared in front of them, holding a gun and staring at them with a cold face.

"Go on? Who are you? Is that a staff in your hand or..."

"You mentioned your desire to visit Arturo. I assume you are related to her. I am looking for her, so I need all the clues related to her." Although Sakota in front of him explained his reasons, his tone was as cold as ice, and the elder had not yet come to his senses.

"You're looking for Miss Arturo, too? Are you a big fan of hers?"

"Follower? That's an inaccurate term. Due to legal regulations and the special mission requirements of the Pope's Office, I must bring the wanted criminal back to Lateran as soon as possible." Sakota responded. He was very patient and willing to explain his purpose in detail, but the amount of information in his words had already scared the two people in front of him.

"Wanted criminal? Miss Arturo is a guest of the Elector. Even if there are those rumors outside... No, sir, I think you are more suspicious!"

Erich obviously found it hard to believe what Sakota said, and said sternly.

"Please answer my question. It's very important." Sakota continued, "Elector, is this her employer?"

"—You must be kidding! Everyone here knows that the Elector was assassinated not long ago, and his daughter inherited the throne under the witness of the Twin Queens. How could the guest of Elector Viviana von Hochberg be a wanted criminal?!"

"...Thank you for your cooperation. I will ask the Elector Lady about the specific situation." Sakota put away the gun in his hand, turned around and left, while Erich, who stayed where he was, was stunned. He seemed completely unaware that his words had revealed enough information.

At least for him, it was enough—after knowing that the wanted criminal Arturo was no longer there, the executor Federico had no choice but to continue pursuing his target. As for the destination, it was naturally where the Elector was.

Trilinterme, the capital of Leithania.

-

In the central part of Leithnia, in the Enward region, in a town near Trilinterme, not far from the entrance to the city.

By the time Federico and Arturo were heading to Trilin Terme, Noya and Mace had also arrived. Trilin Terme wasn't far away, but before that, they still had to pass through a checkpoint. After all, it was the capital, so the inspections were stricter than elsewhere. Their identities were undoubtedly impeccable. With Rhine Life backing them, they could enter and exit most places without restrictions, a testament to the confidence of a large corporation.

In addition, they met someone who unexpectedly joined their team——

"The Count of Utica."

"Don't call me that..."

"Sorry, I was just joking." Noah shrugged. "Then I'll call you by your code name, Mr. Black Key. I didn't expect to see you in this place."

"Mutual understanding, Miss Noa Kyrielight." Black Key nodded. "Why are you near Trilinterme? Did Rhodes Island ask you to come to me?"

"Of course not. I just happened to run into you while traveling, so I came to see an old friend." As both operators from Rhodes Island, the two didn't actually have much in common, more of an acquaintance than anything else. It was just that Black Key was being questioned by the checkpoint guards, and Noah happened to recognize him and help him out.

"...Then you showed up at the perfect time."

"Even if I hadn't shown up, you would have had other ways to get away, right?" Noah said with a smile, "For example... the used bookstore owner who was observing your situation the whole time?"

"You can't hide anything from me. The doctor's evaluation of you is really accurate."

"Just a simple observation. Would you like some coffee?" Noah asked with a smile. When you are away from home, it is your duty to help others. After helping Black Key enter Trilinterme, they parted ways.

"No, I'm not sleepy yet."

"Coffee isn't just for refreshing. Leitania's coffee is also very good, with a very Gallic flavor." Noya shook her head. "Mr. Black Key, the coffee I've prepared can ease your anxiety and allow you to face everything more calmly and composedly."

"-Okay, give me a cup." Hei Jian sighed, but still did not reject Noah's suggestion. So, Noah personally made a cup of coffee for Hei Jian using the moka pot in her hand. This kind of moka pot is very convenient to use, and the coffee brewed in it tastes very pure. It is an utensil she likes very much.

The bitterness of the coffee made Mr. Black Key frown slightly, but the aftertaste was slightly sour, but not unpleasant - it was very good coffee.

Black Key commented.

However, his mood did not improve because of this cup of coffee. The closer he got to Cuilinterme, the more uneasy he became. It was a rare journey back home, but he had the illusion that he was about to be swallowed up by this city.

He came back not to return home, but was forced to do so.

Hundreds of thousands of people in Utica, over a hundred retainers in the tower... As the Count of Utica, he had an obligation to protect his subjects. He had no right to refuse the invitation of a spy.

The melody circling in his mind still reminded him...that everything was not over.

——Is it him?

In fact, there was another reason why Noya discovered the Black Key: there was an old man in her mind who was particularly sensitive to her scattered power. Noya asked Herhunzoren in her mind, "Does he really possess the incomplete [Voice of the World]?"

——There is no doubt that my judgment will not be wrong.

"Herhunzollon," his teacher said. As the Sorcerer King, he naturally had the right to interpret the worldly sounds. This was the so-called right of interpretation belonging to the author. Although the author scoffed at the so-called "worldly sounds" he had scattered, he highly praised the pieces composed by his students. His reminder to Noah was just a casual remark, but the worldly sounds in the other person piqued Noah's interest.

In fact, if she wanted to, she could completely separate this earthly sound from Black Key - she had this ability, but she was hesitant, wondering if she would be a little nosy.

But asking directly would seem a bit presumptuous, so they were stuck there. Perhaps sensing Noya's hesitation, Herhunzoren spoke.

"For now, the Voice of the World will not harm this child. Haha... I don't even know where I got so much blood from."

“…You mean?”

"Ah."

Although the Witch King did not say it explicitly, Noah had almost guessed the relationship between Black Key and the Witch King. He had never expected that he would casually meet the descendant of the Witch King - no wonder he could accommodate the sounds of the world and remain unharmed.

But since it has been harmless so far, Noah won't bother with it. The Witch King's judgment can't be wrong, right?

Noah breathed a sigh of relief, drank the coffee in the cup, then placed the cup on the coaster and casually glanced at the bottom of the cup. In the past, there seemed to be a habit of fortune-telling by looking at coffee grounds, but Noah actually didn't understand these things, so she just thought that the stains on the bottom of the coffee cup were troublesome to wash. The two young boys and girls, each with their own thoughts, hid their own little secrets, and Mace, who was standing next to them, was bored and wanted to doze off.

Perhaps even they did not anticipate how much trouble they would cause in Leithania.

But that's all in the past. Now the three of them have passed the checkpoint and entered the city of Trilinterme under the watchful eyes of many spies.

And the moment Noah entered the city, on the two towering twin towers in the center of Trilinterme, the capital of Lethania, two queens, one black and one white, stood on the long bridge connecting the twin towers, overlooking the city. They felt something in their hearts. The moment Noah entered the city, they sensed something. It was the mutual induction between powerful sorcerers, not to mention that Noah's magic was taught by the Witch King.

These two were very familiar with the aura of the Witch King's weapons, and their expressions were solemn...

When they first learned that the remnants of the Witch King believed that the Witch King had been reborn, they thought it was just the ravings of a madman, but now, they are not sure.

"...He? Is he back?"

"...It's just an afterimage. The person he was before is already dead."

"You should know that for him, life and death are not insurmountable barriers."

"Then we'll send him back again. If there's a first time, there'll be a second time—"

Chapter 3: A Rain

Regardless of how nervous the twin queens are now, Noah is very happy on vacation now. Moreover, Leitania, or the capital Trilinterme, gives her a very good feeling. This city has a very strong cultural atmosphere, and is full of music and magic. To others, it feels like a magical city.

Although there is no magic school, there will not be a little boy with a scar on his head living in the stairwell who will come to be the savior.

—Ah, the little boy does have one.

Noah looked at Hei Jian who was in a daze and thought unconsciously.

This kid wouldn't be using some Prince's Revenge script, would he? After all, in a sense, he was indeed a descendant of the Witch King and a legitimate heir. For someone with such a legitimate heir to return to Leithania, it probably wasn't a good thing.

——Teacher, what do you think?

--madness.

—Teacher, can't you say a few more words? This is your own flesh and blood.

——…Do you think this child’s bloodline is really mine?

——Oh... I think I understand.

Only then did Noah understand why his teacher's attitude towards Black Key was so subtle. After all, in his opinion, Black Key's bloodline was not only not his continuation in a sense, but could even be said to be his stain. Who knew how many people's desires and intentions were behind the birth of Black Key? Although it had nothing to do with Black Key himself, Herhunzollon certainly did not like such things, so his attitude towards Black Key could only be so strange.

——Mr. Black Key, the wizard king who was created, has also had a hard time.

--snort……

Herhunzollon probably heard the teasing in Noah's voice, snorted coldly, and had no intention of responding to Noah at all.

However, Noah was very curious about how many romantic affairs Herhunzollon had in the past. However, if he asked her directly, his teacher would definitely not tell her, so he could only put aside his curiosity for the time being.

But what she cared about more was...

"Mace, it turns out there are Caprini everywhere in Leitania." Noya said, holding the mace. "It's hard to find Caprini in other countries, but in Leitania, they're everywhere. Ah, is that Elafia?"

"Noah, this is Leitania, a country with a large population of Caprini." Mace shrugged, "What are you excited about?"

"—I don't know either, but I get excited seeing so many people with horns." Noah tilted his head. "Could it be because of my unicorn bloodline?"

"What does unicorn blood have to do with your preference for growing horns..." Mace reached out and touched Noah's head. "Why, if I don't grow horns, I won't suit your taste?"

"——Of course not." Noah smiled awkwardly, "No matter what you look like, I will like you——"

"..." At this moment, the expression of the beautiful Hei Jian who was standing alone at the side was as terrible as it could be. Oh my God... This was bad luck. If he had known that these two young lovers were here for their honeymoon, he would never have come here to be this thousand-watt light bulb.

But when he raised his head and looked at the towering twin spires, he suddenly fell silent - forget it, who knows if he can go back this time?

The two queens summoned him, obviously for a purpose, but to be honest, Black Key really had no idea what this purpose was.

-

The nights spent in the tower are always quiet, but the nights in the city are noisy.

The cheers grew louder and louder as the elegantly dressed musicians departed one by one, instruments in hand. She was the only one sitting in the last row of the bus, not daring to stand, much less look out the window.

"Viviana, don't be afraid." Someone came over and took her hand. "Casimir is very different from Leitania, but you will get used to it."

She nodded obediently and followed the crowd out of the car.

When the neon light led by the Great Knight pierced her, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

She didn't tell anyone that at that moment, what she was afraid of was not this strange country.

After all, her impression of Leitania only came from the window in the room that was less than one square meter, so it was hard to say that she was familiar with her.

What she feared was that the seemingly noisy night outside might not be much different from the small night in her memory.

"Vivianna?" At this moment, someone called her name, pulling her back to reality from the trance of Casimir's lights. It was a black-haired girl sitting in a wheelchair. "Can I call you Vivianna?"

She smiled, and the smile on her face, which could almost be called the most perfect creation of the Creator, was like a lamp, a lantern that helped Viviana, who was originally lost in the night, find her home.

"you are?"

"Noah Kyrielight, an ordinary man who wants to be your friend."

Later, Viviana found out that she was not an ordinary person at all. She was the head of the Kirilet family, a business upstart, and the best friend and childhood sweetheart of the Brilliant Knight Margaret Linguang - and she was also a person so gentle that people couldn't bear to touch her. She was always busy, but always pushed aside the clutter that needed to be dealt with to accompany her. She clearly couldn't see the opera, but she took the initiative to hand herself tickets to the opera house.

For Viviana, who had just arrived in a strange environment, Noah's tenderness was just right, like a beam of light, shining into the heart of the girl who could only read knight novels in the attic.

As a result, the perfect knight in the poem dimmed, while the girl who always regarded him as a friend and an important person became clearer and clearer.