Liya closed her eyes tightly, her body seemed to be immersed in nothingness.
Under the endless dark starry sky, her body was curled up tightly.
The arms are close to the body, as if being indulged in a warm embrace.
"Um....."
Liya slowly opened her eyes, raised her head, and saw the sky in this space clearly.
Finally, the nearby space gradually formed a new outline.
She opened her mouth, but the words were like a stone stuck in her throat, and she couldn't spit out a single word.
Liya tentatively stretched out her hand, and her two fat and white arms like lotus roots left her warm chest and passed through the void.
She looked at her arm and froze.
Then, the body let out a cry, which was the inexplicable cry of a baby.
That was her voice, Liya was convinced.
Soon, the cry attracted the attention of a boy.
The boy trotted over and carefully picked her up from the adult's arms with his left hand.
"Don't cry, don't cry."
The boy had black hair and slowly raised his face.
A pair of very beautiful eyes, clear and smart, the black pupils are like deep crystals, but shining like stars.
The adult's mature voice sounded behind the boy:
"Don't scare her, Victor."
Victor...To?
Liya looked at the boy in front of her with tearful eyes, which seemed a little blurry.
She stretched out her hand and unconsciously grabbed the boy's face.
She did it, and the side of the boy's face turned red from being scratched. It looked painful, but the smile on his face did not change at all.
He still had the same expression of surprise, and his obsidian eyes looked at the baby in his arms with pity.
"She's so beautiful."
"Is she my sister?"
The adult's voice sounded again:
"Yes, she is your sister."
"Leah Cravenna, this will be her name from now on."
"You must protect her, Victor."
The boy nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"I certainly will."
wrong……
5 years old——
November 6th.
It's snowing outside the mansion, symbolizing that winter has entered Brayston.
Liya raised her soft left hand and caught the falling snowflakes in her palm, melting them in an instant.
She breathed out hot breath into her little hands and rubbed them.
But suddenly I heard a shocked voice coming from the mansion:
"It's amazing!"
"Lord Viscount, your child has incredible magical talent!"
The adults in the room chuckled:
"Yeah, that's really good."
"Victor, you must study magic well in the future and become an excellent mage."
Then, the boy's tender laughter came from the room.
"For Liya, I will definitely do it."
wrong……
December 21st.
Liya was wearing a thick pink cotton coat, with long sleeves covering her little hands, and a small and slender woolen scarf wrapped several times around the collar.
Her face was red, and a pink cotton hat slipped down, blocking Liya's small but bright eyes.
Looking forward to the snowman built by Heiernason, he was in a very happy mood with an innocent smile on his face.
The next second, a ball of fire flew towards her and passed in front of Liya, melting the big snowball used to make the snowman.
Leah looked back.
The boy was raising his left hand, and a stream of white steam floated from his fingertips:
"Sorry, Leah."
"I just learned this magic and it's a little unstable."
He apologized to Liya with an apologetic look on his face.
wrong……
December 22nd.
Riya accidentally knocked over the vase on the table.
The vase was smashed, and the damp soil inside covered the book with strange lines.
Liya quickly pushed the dirt away, but the pages were still stained by the dirt, leaving traces.
Those strange lines were blocked and became intermittent.
It was expensive, Lea knew, and she was getting into trouble.
That is Victor's most precious magic book.
The boy came over and just glanced at the stained books.
At ten years old, he was much taller than Liya, so he turned around and squatted in front of Liya.
Those bright black eyes looked at her tenderly.
"You're scared, Liya."
"You can cry as much as you want, there's no need to be afraid."
The boy stretched out his left hand and gently placed it on Liya's head, stroking it.
Liya's eyes felt moist, and tears burst out of her eyes.
She still couldn't hold it back and cried loudly.
The boy pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly with his warm arms.
His left hand gently and slowly stroked Liya's back.
"I will protect you forever."
"I certainly will."
Still not right...
Eight years old.
Liya looked at the visitors who came to the family.
His name is Angus Derling, and he is his father's comrade-in-arms.
He is a powerful knight who lives in the north and has been stabilizing the war in the north.
Behind him followed a little girl with the same silver-white hair as him.
He is about the same age as her and very good-looking.
She timidly hid behind Uncle Angus, clutching his trouser leg with her left hand and shyly sticking her head out.
Leah felt that she must have a good relationship with Uncle Angus.
During the adult's chat, she learned the other person's name.
'Gwen Dehlin'.
Liya had a hunch that they would become particularly good friends.
That's not right at all...
Ten years old.
The Delin family made a marriage contract with the Cravenna family, and Victor Cravenna married Gwen Delin.
The fifteen-year-old boy is already like an elegant little gentleman.
He accepted the arrangement of his family.
Sizzling——
A sound of electric current seemed to ring in my ears, but it passed away in an instant.
Liya was unimpressed.
Fourteen.
This year, Liya has begun to take over the family business.
Her father said that she should assist her brother as much as possible.
At the same time, because my brother already has a fiancée, so...
Liya can no longer act unscrupulously towards boys like she did before.
After taking over the family business, Liya began to mature.
However, she did not forget to assist her brother.
Just like he said.
"I certainly will."
…
Fifteen.
Father is dead.
His title passed to Victor Cravenna.
At the age of twenty, he became the youngest viscount in the empire.
His genius is well known, and he is a third-level mage who is only twenty years old.
Therefore, even after his father died, the influence of the Cravenna family remained undiminished.
More people came to visit, just to make friends with the youngest viscount.
The kind Victor received them one by one.
At night, he was alone, dragging his tired body.
Sitting in the pavilion under the moonlight, feeling sad alone.
Liya looked at his back.
As if he noticed something, the man turned around.
With his left hand, he greeted her:
"Come here, Leah."
Her body moved unconsciously and she stepped forward.
The man stretched out his left hand and pulled her into his arms.
He hugged her tightly just like he did when he was a child.
But she felt the fatigue on the man's body.
His chin rested on Liya's shoulder, looking a little weak.
"Liya, I'm so tired."
"My father passed away, and I...you are the only one I can rely on."
Brother, will you also rely on her?
Most definitely.
Liya stretched out her hands and hugged the man's broad and strong back.
Isn’t that right...?
Twenty years old.
Gwen Dolin became the youngest Royal Knight Commander in the Empire, and many people were proud of her.
That day, at the family dinner to celebrate.
Victor proposed to her.
In a daze, Liya came to the church.
She stood on a piece of green grass, with a clear blue sky above her head and white clouds floating leisurely.
Surrounded by guests with smiles on their faces, and the white chairs under them,
Also white is the priest's pulpit.
White doves and crows flew together in the sky at the same moment, and countless guests were waiting for the wedding with great anticipation.
Liya stood under the stage, looking at the scene in front of her.
Gwen wore a white wedding dress and exquisite makeup. She was as beautiful as a goddess in a painting, elegant and noble.
Victor, wearing a black suit, stood not far away and extended his left hand to Gwen in a gentlemanly manner.
Gwen held Victor's arm with her right arm, and the two walked side by side into the wedding hall.
Countless flowers gathered around, mixed with the laughter and thunderous applause of the noble guests.
Liya watched helplessly as the two walked towards the palace of happiness.
The priest stood on the podium, holding a thick code of law in his hand, looking at Gwen on the left, and asked:
"Miss Gwen, no matter whether you are poor or rich, are you willing to spend your life with Victor Cravener?"
Gwen looked at the man in front of her with a smile and nodded.
"Yes."
No, no...
The priest turned his head again and looked at Victor:
"Will you protect Gwen Dolin for her whole life?"
Victor raised his head and looked at Gwen with his bright obsidian eyes.
"Yes."
wrong!
"I certainly will."
"wrong!!!"
Liya couldn't bear it anymore and shouted.
However, no one around her paid attention to her.
The nobles remained unmoved and continued to offer heartfelt congratulations and laughter to the two newlyweds on the stage.
Liya's eyes widened as she watched Victor and Gwen exchange wedding rings.
"That's not right at all."
"Isn't this everything you expected, Leah Cravenna?"
A deep voice sounded nearby,
It was a sound that only Liya could hear.
The surrounding scene is still going on clearly.
But at this moment, Liya already understood something.
The moment Gwen put on the wedding ring, Liya lowered her head.
"Everything I was looking forward to? Huh."
She just raised her right hand.
Six shining gems were looming on her gloves.
The next second, six fluorescent gems flashed simultaneously.
The six-fold formation flashed on Liya's gloves and began to rotate, and complex lines began to intertwine around the formation.
Terrifying magic power poured out from the six formations at the same time, and the magic power was chaotic into a dazzling white light, gathering in front of her.
The powerful air wave completely engulfed the surrounding area in an instant, and the huge impact ripped apart the earth.
The surroundings fell into a complete deathly silence, and even the sounds were torn apart and gradually became blurry.
The hot white light seemed to destroy the world.
Like a torn picture scroll, it kept burning, revealing little bits of nihilistic black.
Looking at the burning wedding hall in front of her, Liya raised her head.
A cold voice sounded indifferently from her mouth.
"Why do you dare to think so?"
