The red morning sun rises slowly from the outline of the mountains, and the orange-red and pink morning glow gradually lights up the entire sky.
The light dusk seems to fall gently from the sky, like a light gauze curtain caressed by the gods in heaven.
Early in the morning, the horse-less carriage belonging to the Clavenna family had parked quietly in front of the mansion's gate, bathed in the rising sunshine.
The air in winter always carries a biting chill, and the surroundings are quiet.
But the first sound that broke the early morning silence of Cravenna Mansion was a metallic crunch from the mansion's door.
A maid lazily walked out of the mansion.
She opened her mouth, rubbed her newly awakened eyes, and yawned.
The rising white hazy mist quickly condensed in the air, then dissipated in the blink of an eye.
His sleepy look made it obvious that he had just woken up.
She was holding a large, heavy cloth bag in her hand, which contained the domestic garbage accumulated by the Cravenna family yesterday.
But she had just gone out, and in the blink of an eye, she saw the carriage without horses.
She recognized it at a glance. It was the exclusive carriage of the Victor family.
You don't even need to go out of your way to identify your family crest.
As for why?
Because in the entire royal capital there was only Victor's carriage without horses.
The maid stepped forward curiously to see if anyone was inside.
Just as she was about to peek forward, the door of the carriage suddenly opened automatically.
The maid was startled by the movement. She turned back a few steps and saw a familiar figure coming out of the carriage.
Victor, still wearing his iconic black windbreaker, stepped out of the carriage with steady steps.
One night passed, and his body was covered with the frost of the night.
Even his hair and eyebrows could not escape the fate of being covered with frost, like a silver-haired noble.
Likewise, Vega naturally couldn't run away.
The gaps between the dark feathers were almost scratched by ice crystals, forming a strange black and white crow.
However, the way it looked at Victor seemed a little unhappy.
It's like saying:
'You've been in the carriage all night and you don't know how to use fire magic to keep yourself warm? '
When Victor got off the carriage, a gust of wind blew slightly around him.
Dead leaves swept across the street, and heavy dust rose half a meter high.
There also seemed to be a cold breath coming from the carriage, which made the person's cheek hurt a bit.
She stared at Victor intently, her heart beating faster and her cheeks gradually turning red.
Suddenly realizing her gaffe, she hurriedly bowed to Victor:
"Master, I will go and inform Miss Liya that you are back."
As she spoke, she put down the garbage in her hands and quickly turned around to rush towards the mansion.
As soon as he took a step forward, he was stopped by a cold voice:
"Need not."
The maid immediately stopped and stood motionless.
Until Victor's figure in a black trench coat passed by her.
In her ears, Victor's words of advice rang:
"Don't tell her I wasn't home all night."
"Okay...ok."
She nodded, and when she turned back, she saw that Victor's figure had disappeared into the cold wind.
The maid looked at Victor's leaving figure with confusion in her eyes.
How does it feel... The head of the house seems to be afraid of being discovered by Miss Liya.
In her mind, this is more like a subtle atmosphere between husband and wife, rather than between brother and sister.
After this disrespectful thought flashed through her mind, she quickly stretched out her hands and patted her cheeks.
After quickly getting rid of all the things in her mind, the maid picked up the garbage again and walked outside.
Meanwhile, Victor was standing at the door of the mansion.
He hesitated.
If you enter the mansion now, you might be discovered by Liya.
The worst possibility is that Liya is already waiting for him behind the mansion gate.
When I find out that he hasn't come home for two days, I will inevitably complain.
After all, he didn't even go to such important things that happened in the palace.
When I see Liya now, I will definitely have to explain for a long time.
Moreover, it is really difficult to explain the fact that he went to the Delin family to dig up Angus's grave.
He just had a criminal record, and it wouldn't be good if Liya thought he had turned into a tomb robber.
"That's all, just go back to the room."
He pinched his fingers, and a faint blue formation suddenly appeared under his feet, and chaotic stars climbed up Victor's body.
In the blink of an eye, he turned into several illusory and long lines and ascended into the mansion.
When Victor appeared again, he was already in his familiar room.
The animal fur carpet feels soft under your feet.
The room was clean and tidy, not a trace of dust remained.
And the room is very warm.
When Victor first came in, he felt a gentleness quickly wrap around his whole body.
It's like someone has been here for a few days.
It's obvious that he hasn't returned to his room for many days.
His heartbeat accelerated slightly, and he felt the vague and warm atmosphere in the room.
Suddenly, there was a crackling sound from the fireplace in the room.
Victor was slightly startled, and just as he was about to look back, a voice sounded from the side.
"Are you willing to come back?"
The moment he heard the sound, Victor was slightly shocked.
He slowly turned around and saw Liya's figure in front of him.
At this moment, she was sitting elegantly on the large sofa near the fireplace, leaning back slightly.
The legs are folded together leisurely, and there is a book on the lap.
One of her hands gently held the corner of the book, turning the pages casually, while the other hand skillfully added wood to the fireplace.
Let the faint firelight dance on her face.
Obviously, the sound of the fireplace burning just now came from here.
Liya sat on the chair, flipping through the books in her hands, and did not continue to speak.
So Victor looked at her and asked softly:
"Why are you……"
"Why am I in your room?"
Before the words fell, Liya had already taken over.
She continued to read the book intently, and after turning a page, she continued to respond softly:
"Of course I'm waiting for you to come back."
At this point, Victor fell into a brief silence.
There was only a "pop" sound, and Liya closed the book and took off her glasses to protect her eyesight.
She arranged the books and glasses neatly on the table, making sure the spines were aligned with the edge.
Then, she stretched out, outlining her perfect body lines, and then raised her head and looked at Victor with some humor:
"You want to use teleportation to go back to the room directly. Then you can come out of the room and lie to me that you have been back a long time ago, right?"
"such a pity."
Liya stood up, walked to Victor, put one hand lightly on his shoulder, and put the other hand easily on her waist.
Looking him up and down:
"We have lived together for so long, have you ever thought that I am the person who knows you best?"
Even in the past six months, you have undergone some changes.
Liya added quietly in her mind.
At this time, she carefully observed Victor's face, which still had some crystal dewdrops hanging on it.
It was obviously a sign that the frost on his body had just melted when he entered the warm house from the cold outside.
Victor's collar was slightly damp, but the clothes themselves were still neat and wrinkle-free.
Liya stretched out her hand and touched his windbreaker lightly, feeling the cold touch, like touching a piece of cold steel.
It also matches the outside temperature.
She felt a little more relaxed.
"You stayed out all night and don't want to go home?"
Victor was silent for a while and then explained:
"It may disturb you..."
"I'm afraid you didn't come back because you thought I would nag you and made you upset."
Victor was suddenly speechless.
Because Liya's words hit the nail on the head.
One thing she said was absolutely correct.
Among so many people, she was the only one who knew and understood Victor the most.
"Besides, you didn't disappear for a day."
In Victor's eyes, Liya stretched out her finger and made a "two" gesture.
"It's two days and two nights."
"Do you need me to help you think about what you have been doing these two days?"
Seeing that Victor was silent, Liya put one hand on her hips and the other on her forehead, and sighed.
"That's all, even if you don't tell me, what can I do to you?"
She cast a frivolous glance at Victor and teased:
"I don't care. Let's see what you say, Kokot."
"She's been waiting for you to come back and kick your ass."
As she spoke, Liya gently reached out and picked up the books and glasses on the table.
When she bent down, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and asked pretending to be curious:
"By the way, where's Hernie?"
"Like you, she hasn't been back for two days."
Victor responded simply and quickly:
"She's going to do some research recently."
"I have to live in the college for a while."
Liya listened, picked up the book and glasses, and responded with a smile:
"That's it."
She stood up again, turned her head slightly, glanced at Victor from the corner of her eye, and said softly:
"I think my mage master probably hasn't rested all night, so I won't nag you."
"Don't worry about the indoor temperature, well... the fireplace is always warm."
Liya walked towards the door. When she just put her hand on the door handle, she continued as if to remind:
"You've been out for a long time, remember to go home."
"No matter what happens, I'll send you a message."
"After all, you still have family."
Hearing what Liya said, Victor was slightly stunned.
When he came to his senses, he only heard the sound of the door closing with a bang.
Liya's figure has disappeared into the room.
At this time, the dozing Vega fluttered his feathers and woke up slightly.
"Yeah, seriously."
"Your sister is very nice to you, isn't she?"
Although this sister is not a relative.
After listening to Vega's words, Victor turned his head and looked at the crackling fireplace.
In the room, only the fireplace, illuminated red by the flames, still exuded warmth.
The flames danced in it like elves, dancing extremely joyfully.
Red shone a glimmer of light under his eyes, and the blazing color flowed into his cold heart, and even his breath felt a few degrees of warmth:
"……yes."
"I think I should know what to choose."
…
Liya held the books in her arms and leaned against the door.
Her cheeks were a little rosy, as if a warm river that had just melted away the ice and snow flowed down her face.
He lowered his head and stared straight at the floor under his feet, feeling his legs a little sore.
Feeling sleepiness overtake her, she reached out her hand, patted her cheek, and yawned.
"ha……"
"go to sleep."
In the corridor in the early morning, only Liya's plain and slow footsteps sounded, gradually disappearing.
