Liya's brain was swollen, and she sat in the study room of the mansion in distress.
She held a book in her hand and flipped through it.
But no matter how she looked, she couldn't calm down.
what is this?
She wanted to read a book to calm down, but the more she read, the more she felt a strange sense of fragmentation emerging in her mind.
When did she start the habit of reading?
After all, Liya couldn't stand it anymore, closed the book, threw it aside, and rubbed her eyebrows.
He picked up the teacup on the side and drank a sip of tea quietly.
The bitter taste rolled over her taste buds, and a slight sweetness spread in her mouth.
Xiang Zilan stood beside her without saying a word. After Liya finished drinking, she thoughtfully poured tea for Liya again.
Liya raised her head and glanced at Vanilla, and couldn't help asking:
"Xiang Zilan, I remember that you are a mage?"
Xiang Zilan bowed slightly and replied to Liya:
"Lady Liya, I am still just a trainee mage."
A trainee mage is equivalent to a preparatory student for a formal mage.
Liya naturally knows this.
So, she nodded.
"I never expected that among your demi-human tribe, there would be a demi-human with magical talent like you."
Of course, what surprised Liya more was not Vanilla's magical talent.
It is her unique reason and wisdom that is different from other demi-humans.
Is this something Vanilla is born with?
No, of course not.
After being reminded by others, Liya already felt that there was a very obvious memory gap in her brain.
She is self-aware and understands that Vanilla could not have been cultivated by herself.
It is almost impossible for her to train a demi-human who can be so polite and behave extremely elegantly, and who is willing to serve others as a maid.
There is another person who cultivates vanilla.
Who is that person?
Although she asked Gwen many questions, Liya still couldn't find the missing memory that should have been in her mind.
However, she has some goals.
First, because someone from the Cravenna family has a marriage contract with Gwen.
Therefore, the identity of the mysterious person is almost certain to be a member of the Cravenna family.
But the object of the engagement cannot be her!
Liya investigated through the relationship between the mysterious man and Gwen, and finally thought about it.
Gwen is the swordsmanship teacher of the Imperial Princess.
Her qualifications are obviously insufficient, and it is impossible for the royal family to let Gwen become the princess's teacher for no reason.
Only then did Liya realize that the person he had forgotten must be related to the royal family, and his relationship was not bad.
Liya was convinced that she had to use this information to investigate.
So she asked Gwen, who was still staying in the royal capital.
She believed Gwen would be able to find something.
At this time, Liya saw the crystal on the table shaking.
Liya quickly took the crystal in her hand, but the voice coming from it was not Gwen.
But another person she is very familiar with:
"Miss Leah."
Leon's voice sounded inside.
Liya wasn't sure.
What does she want to report at this time?
"I remembered something that might help you."
Liya cheered up and quickly urged:
"tell me the story!"
On the other side, Leon stood on the mountain of the mine, holding the shining crystal that could be used for communication.
Her long green-gold hair was constantly swaying in the breeze, and her clothes were also constantly being picked up.
Leon stood at the top of the mine with a stern expression.
She looked at the mining workers at the foot of the mountain and said lightly:
"I happened to be there when the workers at the mine dug out the mirror."
At that time, Leon remembered that he had something to look for Liya.
"But at that time, I suddenly forgot about you."
"I didn't think about it until this morning."
Liya felt a trance as she listened to her words.
Suddenly, she had some ideas.
Her body leaned forward slightly, staring at the crystal in front of her:
"What day is it today?"
"Miss Liya, today is Saturday."
When Liya heard the answer, she immediately realized something was wrong.
Because she herself remembered that she received a notice from the mine workers and went to the mine to see the mirror.
But she had no memory of what happened after that.
I only knew that when I woke up, the mirror was already placed at home.
That day was Friday, and it was still morning.
She lost all memory of Friday.
Just like Leon said.
During the whole day on Friday, Leon forgot about her.
Now, this gap in Liya's memory is surprisingly similar to the experience described by Leon.
Liya suddenly became excited and said excitedly to the crystal:
"Thank you, Leon!"
"Your clues have provided me with enough help!"
After saying that, she quickly cut off the connection between the crystals, turned around and ordered Xiangzilan on the other side of God:
"Quickly go and notify Butler Helnarson and ask him to bring the mirror over."
Xiang Zilan received the order, bowed slightly, and left the study.
After a while, a tall, old and strong bear man walked in.
Vanilla follows closely behind.
On the palm of the bear man's hand, one hand grabbed the frame of the mirror and lifted it into the room.
In his hand, the mirror was as small as a tray.
Haiernason placed the mirror in front of Liya and said to Liya respectfully:
"Miss Liya, the mirror you asked for."
The smooth mirror reflected Liya's face.
She looked up and down in the mirror, and her reflection in the mirror made corresponding movements.
"Hmm...this doesn't seem to be anything special?"
She wanted to reach out and touch the mirror, but suddenly, she was slightly stunned.
Looking back, she looked at Haiernason:
"Hernerson, what did you call me just now?"
"Why didn't you call me 'Master'?"
Haiernason bowed slightly:
"Miss Liya, the head of the family is someone else."
Liya turned her whole body around, looked at him seriously, and asked seriously:
"What do you know?"
Haiernason lowered his head and responded respectfully:
"Sorry, Miss Leah."
"I'm not capable enough, I only know this."
Liya put a hand on her chin and began to think carefully.
At this moment, the bear man's voice came again.
"But, I still remember it."
Haiernason looked at Liya and said angrily:
"I took you with me."
"Made a snowman."
At this moment, Liya raised her head suddenly.
This is it!
She no longer cared about the weird mirror, ignored Vanilla standing beside her, passed Heilnerson, and hurriedly ran out of the study.
Soon, she ran to the door of her bedroom.
The high-intensity physical burst made her panting from exhaustion.
But Liya didn't care at all. She pushed open the bedroom door and rushed to the cabinet eagerly:
"Magic lock? Oh my god, when did I set it??"
She ignored this, stretched out her hand, and began to think about the correct way to open this magic lock.
But the moment his hand touched the cabinet, the magic lock opened automatically as if it recognized the incoming person.
Liya didn't understand, and there was doubt in her heart.
But this is obviously a good thing.
Liya stopped thinking about it, rummaged through the drawers, pushed aside the old and patched toys, and reached the bottom of the drawer.
Then, he took out the yellowed notebook.
Snowman, snowman!
She ignored everything in front of the notebook, and only the word 'snowman' remained in her mind.
Finally, she found the page.
She looked at the content above and read it carefully.
"December 21st..."
"Today, it snowed so heavily..."
The immature writing shows a little bit of the innocence and romance of girlhood.
Finally, Liya read to the back.
She froze.
"I showed the snowman to my brother."
"For brother...brother?"
Who is the elder brother?
She put the diary on the table and frantically flipped through the previous contents like a madman.
"November 6th..."
"November 7th..."
"November 8th..."
Brother, brother.
These two words have been mentioned in the memories in this diary.
But Liya has no memory of all the contents in this diary.
She was extremely anxious, trying to find the answer she wanted from this thin diary.
Even if it's just a name.
Brother, brother...
Who is he?
So, Liya kept rummaging through it, even ignoring the yellowing and brittle pages being torn by her.
Why did you forget, why?
Liya squeezed out an urgent sound from her throat, with a hint of crying.
Think of it quickly, Liya.
Along with the contents of the diary, she turned to the back.
"December, the twenty-third."
"He said he hated tears."
Yeah, he hates tears.
At that moment, she learned to be strong and independent for the first time.
So from that moment on, Liya never cried because of him again.
But this time, she still cried eagerly.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Tears wet the yellowed diary.
Liya lowered her head helplessly, letting her hair cover her face.
At the same time, the last paragraph of text was read out.
"I'm so useless..."
The breeze broke into the window, slowly blowing across Liya's face, slowly blowing the yellowed and fragile paper.
Blowing in the wind, Liya noticed.
A page of the diary was folded into a corner.
It was as if he wanted her to see it on purpose.
She hurriedly opened the page and read it carefully.
It was blank, nothing was written on it.
But suddenly, her eyes widened.
Above the blank space, a simple smiley face is drawn.
But it seems to have magic power.
A name slowly came into her mind.
"V...Ke...To?"
The strong wind poured in through the narrow window, causing the two windows to crackle.
The curtains were rolled up, and Liya's hair became messy with the strong wind.
But among the strong winds, there seemed to be a breeze that wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, as if inadvertently.
Leah blinked.
It wasn't exactly a breeze.
At this moment, she saw it.
It was a warm palm, stroking her face.
With his thumb, he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Wearing a black windbreaker, it kept dancing in the strong wind.
The man's calm voice gradually sounded in Liya's ears:
"I really don't like tears."
Liya was stunned, looking at the man in front of her.
The crow stood on his shoulder, raised its head, and its one eye looked very proud.
There was a touch of softness in the man's indifferent eyes, and he looked at Liya quietly.
Feeling the warmth coming from her palm, Liya quietly raised her head with moist eyes.
The wind outside the window seems to have become a little noisy, but it is no longer so crazy, but warmer.
The soft wind flows over the skin, and the hair rises from the gentleness.
The man's familiar voice gradually echoed along with the steady breeze:
"So, don't cry."
"My dearest one."
