Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

"Ahem, while I'm happy to see my old friend doing well, Miss Brilliant Knight... you'd better tone down your expression." Markowitz's hint was already quite explicit. You can't go to see a saint with that silly smile on your face. This isn't just an honorary saint, she's a legitimate political figure, a local religious leader. If she gets upset, it'll be a problem for both countries.

"You're right, ahem." Margaret quickly composed herself. "Ahem, let's go meet the chairman of the Kjerag Council. Kjerag and Casimir should become allies of the new era."

After all, Noa was an honorary saint here. Margaret, who had been debating whether to form an alliance with Kjerag or just express friendship, immediately decided to do everything she could to obtain a visa-free alliance with Kjerag.

After all, if I could get a visa-free visa, it might be more convenient for me to come to Noah myself.

"...Ms. Brilliant Knight, expression, expression."

"I'll try my best..." Margaret then realized that the silly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth again. She froze for a moment, then reluctantly returned to her original posture as the Knight of Glory.

Ensiodis was the first to greet Margaret. As Noah's partner, he was naturally aware of Margaret and Noah's special relationship; otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically requested that Casimir send a Brilliant Knight to conduct diplomatic work. Looking at Margaret's serious face, he said calmly, "Ms. Brilliant Knight, welcome to Kjerag."

"I'm very grateful to Miss Saint for inviting Casimir. As the Honorary President of the Knights' Association, I accepted the invitation from the National Council. Kjerag also left a very good impression on me."

"Miss Brilliant Knight, I'm sure you haven't had time to visit the common people yet. Are you aware that there are currently two Saints in Kjerag?"

"I know. One is Miss Enya, the chairwoman, and the other is the honorary saint..." Margaret began immediately, but she suddenly got stuck mid-sentence. "Ahem, anyway, I know this very well."

"Is that so?" Enthiotis nodded calmly. "Then I won't waste your time. Our Saint and Chairperson has been waiting for a long time. I hope this visit will bring the best results to Casimir and Kjerag."

"Yeragond, above."

"Yeragond, above."

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Margaret's words were clearly the result of thorough research. "I hope so, too. After all, Kjerag gives me a very good impression."

Chapter 49: Kjerag's Music

"Sister Noah, are you home?" Noah was not only unexpected for Margaret's arrival, but also for the uninvited guests who soon came to her house.

"Enshiya? Why are you here all of a sudden?" Noah had just seen Margaret off when he discovered Enshiya had also come over. What was going on today? He had just seen off a group of villagers this morning, then Ya'er, then Moshi, and then after Moshi left, Margaret showed up. After Margaret showed up... Enshiya? Who's next? Enshiotis? "What's going on?"

"Actually, it's nothing... I just heard that your childhood sweetheart, Sister Noah, is here?" Enxia and Margaret knew each other, but they didn't meet just now, so Noah could only answer.

"Just left. What's wrong?" Noah responded. "Margaret should know you, right? She's also been in Rhodes Island, and she must have been here longer than me."

"I know... and I also know she's very powerful. She was one of the top players back in Rhodes Island," Enshia said shyly. "Of course, she and I might not get along well. After all..."

Enxia didn't continue, but Noah understood what she meant. Being with outstanding people is very stressful, especially for those who think they are not as good as others. In fact, she sometimes feels inferior to others. When she was with Margaret, it was because she knew Margaret and knew how powerful and outstanding she was that she felt unworthy to be by her side.

Of course... the main reason she left Margaret was because of her physical condition, but she is much more optimistic now than before.

After all, waking up safely every morning was a blessing before, and now, at least for the next few months, nothing will happen to her. The special medicine the doctor gave her was incredibly effective, reducing the activity of the Originium in Noya's body to almost zero. Under such circumstances, she had more room to look forward to the future. At least she wasn't as lifeless as before.

It is also because of the improvement of her physical condition that she is now much more cheerful and lively than before.

Of course, this was just her own opinion, and it might not be the same for others. To others, she seemed to always have a frown on her face, and only smiled when communicating.

To most people, Noah seemed to be constantly pondering some profound questions. Enxia was like that, so she rarely disturbed Noah when he was in this state.

"Don't worry, she doesn't mind anyone following her. For her, helping others is a very natural thing. You will also become excellent with her. This is the Knight of Glory, this is Margaret Linguang." When talking about his childhood sweetheart, Noah's face naturally showed an expression of longing and a little loss. It was the first time that Enxia saw such an expression on Noah's face. It was an expression of wanting to touch but forcibly suppressing his inner emotions... a bit like his past self.

It seems that it was the same in the past when I was between an outstanding brother and an outstanding sister.

It's only natural that this happens when you're surrounded by so many outstanding people... Perhaps that's why Enshia likes Noah Kyrielight so much.

Although in her eyes, Noah is also a dazzlingly outstanding person.

However, Noah's shortcomings also make her a bit more so-called weak. Excellence and weakness, these two seemingly unrelated words, are very harmonious and unified in Noah.

"Sister Noah is amazing too!" Enxia said quickly. "After all, even my brother praised you, saying you're the best business genius he's ever met."

"Ahem... I've graduated from being a merchant, and now I'm just a traveler—" Noah complained silently, "Also, if possible, could you please tell your sister and brother that the title of Honorary Saint can't be revoked?"

"Ahahaha..." Enxia scratched his head. "Anyway, I'm glad you're okay, Sister Nuoya. I thought you saw the front..."

"Hmm? Before what?"

"Nothing! Nothing! I didn't say anything." Enxia waved his hands quickly, "I didn't say anything! Yeah!"

"That's too suspicious..." Noah sighed, but the only emotion he conveyed was shyness and embarrassment. It was probably just a slip of the tongue. "Never mind, it's your freedom to see it any way you want. But Margaret... this guy came at a really bad time."

"Is that so...huh?" Enxia's mood suddenly improved a lot. "Then Sister Nuoya, you won't follow Miss Margaret, right?"

"...Of course not, why do you ask?" Noah thought that it would be useless for Casimir to go back now, and he had other plans.

"I'm glad I know that!" Enxia immediately gave a thumbs up excitedly, "Sister Noah, you are really an amazing person!"

“Oh…oh…” Noah didn’t understand what Enxia said, and could only nod mechanically, “Thank you for the compliment.”

"...Ah, it's getting late. I'm going back now! Bye, Sister Nuoya!" After saying these incoherent words, Enxia ran away. Before leaving, she stared at Nuoya for a long time, then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Why is this guy so startled...

Noah didn't understand, but after all, she was Enshia, and she was originally an energetic person. Maybe this was the happiness of an E person. An I person like herself should think about what to eat next.

After all, it's almost dinner time.

While Noah had already begun to fight, Enshia rushed home at lightning speed, snatched Enshiotis from his desk, and dragged him to Enshia's room, where Enshiotis looked puzzled. Only then did she catch her breath, take a sip of water, and then scream, "Sister Noah really broke up with the Knight of Glory!"

"......?" A question mark popped up in Enthyotis's head. "So?"

"Since Sister Nuoya is single now—then!" Enxia spun around excitedly, "Then Sister Enya has a chance!"

"????" Enthiotis was truly bewildered this time. "You... want Noah to stay in Kjerag? How do you do that... by having Enya and Noah fall in love?"

"Hmm? No way?"

Enthyotis covered his head and felt the severe attack from his sister for the first time.

"Well...it's not impossible, but Enya has to agree first, right?" Enthyotis reminded him seriously, "And you shouldn't ask me about this. You should ask Enya instead."

After all, Enthiotis really didn't know what Enya was thinking, and... to be honest, he didn't object to Enya and Noya being together. In fact, he actually welcomed it. It's just that now he doesn't want Enya to do things according to his own ideas anymore. Enya should have the freedom to make her own choices.

"...That's right." Enxia's ears drooped. "...But, but...if Sister Nuoya stayed...wouldn't that be great?"

"I also hope Noya can stay, but if she insists on leaving, I will never stop her. Noya is a very outstanding person and someone with her own opinions. If she really plans to leave, you can't stop her—" Ensiodis explained patiently, "As for Enya and Noya...you should ask Enya first. Secondly...why do you care so much? Is it just because you can't bear to let her go?"

"...I..." Enxia was stuck, "I just can't bear to let go."

After all, I have always liked Sister Noah, but since she refused to travel with me, why not just keep her here?

If you turn your thinking around, there will always be a way. And in the entire Snow Region, Enxia feels that the person most likely to keep Noya is his beautiful sister.

After all, Sister Nuoya must be a——

"Ah sneeze!!"

Noah sneezed, causing her to rub the tip of her nose. To be honest, although she was weak, she didn't catch colds very often, so she probably thought someone was really making things up about her.

There was a stove burning in the small room, and fragrant pork belly was stewed in the hanging iron pot. Kuro was in charge of cooking. In order to take care of Noah, Kuro could be said to have maxed out most of the butler's skills. It was no exaggeration to say that Kuro's cooking skills were at least 80% of his former cafeteria chef Liu Angxing's, which was already at the level of a chef.

Noya was waiting for dinner at the table, and taking the opportunity to record the customs and culture of Kjerag. She had said before that she wanted to write a travelogue.

Although he couldn't see, Noah's notes didn't fall over thanks to his strong pen control ability. Snow-capped mountains, snowfields, pack animals, people, and factories in the valley, Noah recorded these not by seeing, but by hearing.

The wind blew across the mountain peaks, blowing up the snow, and the camel bells rang. Noya described it all in detail - this was Kjerag's voice.

It was like a hibernating little animal that had just emerged from the snow, and was looking curiously at the world outside the snow. It had been sleeping for a thousand years, but when it mustered up the courage to move forward, it was always better than staying put and starving to death in the cave.

The melody flowing from the bottom of her heart made the music box in her arms tremble.

——What do you call this song?

The Witch King's voice rang in her ears.

"I call it... Yelagund."

"Yeragond... Humph, not bad." The Witch King's voice faded away again, but if it was really a mediocre piece of music, he would not even bother to listen to it. The fact that he was willing to give this evaluation was already a great compliment.

In the eyes of the Witch King, the greatest gain of Noah's trip was this melody. This melody was created with everything in Kjerag and it represented Kjerag.

The former Witch King had rarely left Leithania in his entire life, and had never heard the melodies of different places, nor did he know what the so-called sounds of the city were. However, Noah's loss of sight gave her the patience to listen to this noisy world. Even from the Witch King's perspective, it was difficult to find fault with the music she composed.

The piece of music she played when she was in Casimir was Casimir's song. She used this song to awaken Casimir's spirit and devour the evil thoughts. Originally, the Witch King thought that it was the best piece of music she could make, but now, Noah actually composed this "Yeragond" according to Kjerag's voice.

Music itself is power. It is the most direct thing that touches people's hearts. It transcends language and even race.

Therefore, the Witch King deeply understood that this "Yeragond" itself contained power——

When the Witch King was rewriting the Golden Rule, he once lamented that the ancestors of Leithania had indeed written a complex music that belonged to Leithania. What Noah is doing now is to collect these music... Although her purpose is not consistent with the Golden Rule, the concept is the same.

That's why he sighed that this song was not bad - the Witch King in the Black Gold Palace recorded all of this. On his left hand side was the song composed by Casimir, named "Don Quixote" by Noya, and on his right hand side was the song composed by Kjerag, named "Yeragund".

After listening to these two pieces of music, the Witch King couldn't help but sigh that Noah was indeed qualified to be his student.

Of course, Noya didn't realize what she was doing now. She simply clumsily collected the sounds of Kjerag, composing them into a piece of music that embodied the essence of the nation called Kjerag. Only after her pen had finished writing the last note did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She relaxed completely. Just now, she felt as if the tip of her pen was moving by itself, and her emotions carried her through to finish writing the song.

It wasn't so much that she was creating the song, but rather that Kjerag himself... was using her as a medium to write the song.

However, when she finished writing, she felt exhausted all over, but the joy of completing the creation was even greater, making her hum the song unconsciously. Kuro, who was still cooking at the side, was not the kind of person who could appreciate music, but after hearing Noah's humming, he also commented unconsciously.

"——It sounds great. What song is it?"

"I just finished it. I called it Yelagund—ah, don't tell anyone else. If they knew I named a piece after someone else's god, I'd probably get scolded." Noah raised a finger and said, "I also wrote a piece for Casimir before. I plan to write one every time I go to a place."

"I see..." Kuro nodded. Although she didn't quite understand it, she expressed her feelings very directly. "It sounds good."

"Thank you~" Noah also smiled. What could make a creator happier than having his or her creations liked by others?

Chapter 50: Escape!

Noah and Kuro had dinner together. It wasn't that they excluded Tora and Roland. Roland had disappeared somewhere, and Tora continued with his extreme survival challenge lifestyle in the wild.

I guess I don't know where it is right now...

But anyway, he always appears when Noya wants to find him, and even if he persuades himself, he is unwilling to enter - [Weak Warm House]. It can only be said that some people are too hardcore and not something ordinary people can understand.

But at least with the help of Kjerag's fellow villagers, Tora would not starve or freeze to death. Compared with the weak Noya, he was truly tough and strong.

It's worth noting that Noah, a former businessman, even wondered if a survival challenge show like Tora would be a big hit on Terra. After all, hardcore survival masters like him were rare on Terra.

Of course, she was just thinking about it. If possible, she would rather her cousin who was on his own path to heaven could evolve into a human as soon as possible.

——Fortunately, he at least doesn’t mind taking a bath, otherwise his body would definitely smell very bad.

Putting aside this hardcore ruthless person, after dinner, Noya continued writing her travelogue in her room, while Kuro went out for a stroll. This was also Noya's request. Kuro couldn't stay by her side all the time, as if she was tying him down. She needed to have some time to herself. Besides, Kjerag wasn't really dangerous at the moment, so Kuro's absence wouldn't be a big deal. As for what Kuro did after he left...

Noah didn't really want to understand why she wanted to fight the avalanche...

Maybe this is the margin of strength...

Anyway, as long as she is fine, Noah will just turn a blind eye - well, it seems that it doesn't matter whether she opens her eyes or not, forget it, let's not talk about this hellish joke.

While her time in Kjerag had been full of challenges, the unique climate and fresh air, though a bit chilly, made it a perfect place for Noya to recuperate. Barring any setbacks, she planned to stay for several months. Although she had already written the song and done nearly everything she wanted to do, she didn't think she knew Kjerag very well.

After the long winter, there will be spring - Noya is not pessimistic about Kjerag's future.

Rather, if possible, she hopes that there will be more places like Kjerag and more of these simple people.

Maybe the world would be a better place.

Putting down his pen, Noah stretched. It was still early, just getting dark outside. Kuro wouldn't be back for a while, and sitting alone in the room, Noah felt a rare sense of loneliness.

But soon, her loneliness was broken.

knock knock --

There was a knock on the door, but Noah had already confirmed the other person's identity through his heartbeat.

Noah shoved his wheelchair and fumbled for the door. Standing outside was none other than Margaret Linguang, whom he had hurriedly met and left that morning. As a diplomatic envoy, why was she coming to this small place of her own instead of staying in her hotel?

However - although Noah thought so, he couldn't say a word.

After all, she subconsciously felt that Margaret would definitely come - after all, this was her.

"Come in, Kuro is not here." Noah made way to let Margaret enter the room. Margaret shook off the snow on her body. She came in a hurry and didn't even change into a thick coat. Although she didn't catch a cold, she did feel the warmth of Kjerag's cold temperature.

"Come warm up by the stove. You look freezing." Noah smiled. Margaret, shivering with cold, couldn't hide it from her. She pulled Margaret's cold hand over to the small source stone stove and turned the knob, raising the temperature slightly. Margaret turned her head and looked at Noah's profile, illuminated by the warm light of the stove. She said with some emotion, "It feels like it's been a long time since we huddled together like this to keep warm."

"It was a long time ago. After all, the climate in Casimir isn't that cold—and after that, even if you were wearing only a single layer and scrambling in the snow, it wouldn't be a big deal." Noah complained, "Why? It's only been a short time since we met, and you've already forgotten about me?"

"No!" Margaret quickly denied, "I just think that you look a lot more relaxed now that you're away from Casimir."

"Really?" Noah was stunned for a moment, then silently shook his head. "It must be your illusion. When I was in Casimir, I was also very comfortable. I was the big boss back then. I also protected your Linguang family. Your uncles were all my employees."

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Noah." Margaret smiled gently and comforted him, "You worked hard while I was away from Casimir."

"Why... so corny." Noah felt a little uncomfortable and shook himself. "Were you such a corny person before?"

"The past is the past, and the present is now. Now I don't want to lie to myself, nor do I want to miss this opportunity." Margaret stared at Noah, seeing her panic, and a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth. "Noah, I want to take you home..."