Puberty Cinderella

According to the elves' calendar, a new day begins after sunset.So at dusk, the celebrations start.Bonfires were set up on the streets, and people threw dried herbs into the fire, and the whole city was filled with the aroma of herbs.

A bard stood by the bonfire in the square, fiddled with the lute in his hand, and many listeners had already gathered around him.Ella and Niyaf wore black cloaks, hid their faces in the shadow of the hoods, and walked arm in arm to the side oak tree.An old couple was already sitting under the tree, and they moved aside to make room for them.

The bard first played a few well-known May Day carols, which were also widely circulated in Ella's hometown, and she couldn't help singing along silently in her heart.Niyaf also looked very happy, her fingers tapped her knees in rhythm, and she looked at Ella with a smile from time to time.

Ella listened to the joyful song of the poet and the crackle of the burning wood, and felt an uncanny sense of calm satisfaction in her heart as she realized that she and the love of her life were clasped and leaned against each other.Before today, when I was with Niyaf, happiness was always accompanied by pain and anxiety, as if she would turn into a gust of wind at any time and disappear without a trace; Still lying on a hard bed in the barracks.But now, Niyaf is in front of her, breathing up and down with her chest up and down, the firelight casts changing shadows on her face, and a strand of pale golden hair slips out from the hood, following her every move. Ella felt at ease with the playful bouncing of a smile.

"You succeeded," Niyaf leaned closer to her, leaned closer to her ear and whispered, her breath teasing her ears, "Have you noticed? Everyone present at that time was conquered by you! You are their hero, and you are mine."

"Yeah, what's with that invulnerable armor?"

Niyaf covered her mouth and giggled. "It must be a gift from a fairy."

"What a kind fairy, how should I repay her?"

"It's very simple. Later I will greet the people on the balcony of the Winter Palace and announce that I have agreed to your marriage proposal. You just need to stand beside me and don't repent or run away."

"I...Of course I'd like to," Ella choked with excitement, "but will it be too soon? Do you think everyone can accept it?"

Niyaf laughed again and rested her head on Ella's shoulder. "I don't know. But I can't wait."

"Me too," Ella said.

For the first time, she saw their future, and it was a future worth looking forward to.She thought of a wedding, with a silk scarf tied around the wrists of both, and a sacred promise, preferably in June.Bride in June is the most blessed. "They live happily ever after", many years later, there will be bards singing their stories like this.

At the end of the song, the audience applauded enthusiastically, and Ella recovered from her reverie.The bard bowed exaggeratedly, replaced a lyre from his assistant, and said: "Today is the May Day Festival, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to support me. Next, please allow me to offer you a Present a fragment from The Death of Fiennes."

The bard plucked the strings and began to sing a sad and melodious tune in Old Elvish.Ella couldn't understand Old Elvish, so she asked, "What's this song about?"

But Niyaf seems to have engrossed herself in the poet's singing.She widened her eyes and stared blankly ahead, not hearing her question.At this time, the old woman sitting next to them spoke: "Little girl, haven't you heard the story of Fanny Si? Then you must not know Fanny Si's curse either!"

"Oh, here you go again," said the old woman's husband, "and to trouble a young man with these old tales when he catches them."

"This is not a legend, but something that actually happened. Otherwise, how would you explain the current mutation?" said the old woman.

"It's okay, I want to hear it," Ella said.

The old woman grinned, showing her few remaining teeth, and leaning over to Ella, she said, "Fanesse is called the 'son of youth' because she neither grows old nor dies, and is forever She looks like a young girl. The brilliance of youth stays on her face forever, but she has witnessed too many people she loves pass away one by one, and her soul has already been weather-beaten. Fenice's last lover died at a young age, but Before he died, she was pregnant with his child. Fergus, the king of elves at that time, coveted Fannys's extraordinary beauty. When she heard that her lover was dead and no one was around her to protect her, he sent The man took her to his palace and took her by force.

"Fenise's belly grew bigger every day, and Fergus was more violent to her because she was jealous of her lover who died young. Even though she begged her in the pain before giving birth, he still refused to let her go. Finally, Fenise gave birth to a stillborn baby covered in blood in extreme pain, and she was so weak that she fainted several times. Fenise hugged her dead child, filled with endless sadness and anger in her heart. She pointed at Fogg Screaming her nose, she screamed: 'I curse you, may you also go through childbirth! I curse you, may you never escape the fate of conception in a long life!' With this, she raised her dagger into his heart.

"So Fergus became the first Omega in the world, and the other elves in the world also mutated one after another, splitting into the current three genders, and finally even humans were affected by Fenesse's anger. "

"Wow," Ella said, "now I'm pretty sure I've never heard that story, or it would have been impressive."

"Little girl, don't believe everything," said the old gentleman. "This story is only made up by human beings to declare war on us. In fact, the version I heard is that Fanny's lover is an elf, She also received a lot of help from the elves during childbirth. Although she gave birth to a stillborn baby, she still wished the elves a long life before committing suicide, and she did not have to go through as many life and death as she did. This is why we are better than humans Many reasons for longevity.”

"Who knows?" said the old woman. "Men and Elves have their own opinions, and neither will admit their faults. But my story is more believable than your fairy tale."

"Maybe both are true, but only part of the truth." Niyaf suddenly joined the conversation.At some point, she woke up from the trance. "Perhaps Finness not only bestowed upon us the blessing of longevity, but also cast down the curse of mutation."

"Are you okay?" Ella asked with concern.

Niyaf smiled and clenched her hand, her face regained its former glory.But in the jumping firelight, Ella saw that her eyes were shining, as if they were covered with tears.

"I'm fine, just the song brings up some bad memories. Go look elsewhere, I want to get some air."

Ella didn't press the question.Whatever shadow had just fallen over Niyaf, it was in the past.Now, as the last rays of the sun fade below the horizon, a new day dawns, and their story has only just begun.

She went out to find her again.

Head Wizard Owen sat by the cask, pouring cup after cup of ale.He'd never understood what was so good about wine, but she liked it.Before she was crowned, how long ago was that?They slipped out of the palace together by the wind, wandered around in the human city, and didn't return until dawn.She drinks a lot, but sometimes too much.Several times, she fell into his arms drunkenly, wrapped her delicate arms around him, and told him all her secrets inarticulately, and sometimes spit on him.But she wove a magic net with smiles, tears, and passionate eyes, which made him fall into it, unable to extricate himself.

She trusted him, and he never betrayed her trust.It was he who soothed her with potions every time she struggled against the curse of Finesse, and took care of all the affairs of state for her; In the eyes of abandoned lovers, let them forget this experience; and when the curse is too strong for her to hunt in person, he will find an immature alpha child on the street for her, and bring her to her personally, just for relief her pain.

He doesn't know what looks and voices she'll make to those kids in the midst of cloud and rain's joy, but as long as she returns to him after each is over, as long as she still needs him as her irreplaceable friend and accomplice , is also sufficient.They had been together since childhood and would always be together, closer than any of her dewy lovers, or so he had always believed.

until that girl shows up.

Ella, that's a girl's name.Her expression made him feel a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before, maybe because Niyaf's taste had not changed.But what is it about her that fascinates her so much?

He wrote all the manuscripts in the Royal Library, and knew all the spells in the world.He knew how to use potions to disguise gender, how to speed up the flow of time, how to cast spells to make a suit of armor invulnerable, and how to decipher these spells.But none of the books told him how he would win the love of his life back when she was in someone else's arms.

So now he's sitting in the tavern, among a bunch of rough country bumpkins, and pouring himself another drink.

Suddenly, he heard someone mention the name "Ella", and he couldn't help pricking up his ears.

"I don't think it's a bad thing for them to get married," said a customer.

"Why?" asked another customer. "It's unheard of for a queen to marry an alpha, as a human being."

"I heard from my cousin who is a cook in the Winter Palace," said the bartender, "that the queen seems to like our dragon knight very much."

"Yeah, our queen doesn't like anyone. She also has no heirs. Instead of dying alone, it's better to find an Alpha with outstanding abilities to accompany her. And the two beauties standing together, hehe, it's really a pleasing painting." .”

"It's just that it's cheaper for Owen," the bartender said. "The blood of the McCroche family is cut off, but the incense of the chief wizard's family is thriving. Do you remember that the year the queen fell ill, he almost became the regent. I My cousin said that Owen often does not know what kind of research is being done in the alchemy room mysteriously, and even his apprentices are not allowed to enter, maybe he is the one who obstructed so many marriages that the Queen blows up..."

"Nonsense!" Owen jumped up as soon as he slapped the table, his face flushed, and he waved his wine glass angrily, "He is not this kind of person, how can you talk nonsense! If you want to talk about your contribution and loyalty to the country..."

The bartender squinted at Owen, obviously taking him for some crazy drunk.He exchanged glances with some big men, and they grabbed Owen by his hands and feet, threw him into the street, and took his wallet.

When he was lying on the road and couldn't get up, Owen realized that he really drank too much.He watched pairs of boots pass by, the stars lit up one by one, singing and laughter came from a distance, but he seemed to be walking in another world.

Drowsiness hit her in bursts, her voice, face and smile disappeared, and she turned into a cold star, disappeared in the starry sky, and could no longer be distinguished.He is tired, he should let go...

"Hi, isn't this Owen?" said a voice.A familiar face approached him, it was his fellow minister, a despicable villain.

The minister stretched out a hand and pulled him up from the ground.

"It seems that you are having a good May Day." The minister said, with his usual malicious smile on his face.

"Each each other."

"By the way, the family you entrusted me to investigate finally has a clue recently."

Owen's eyes lit up, and he was mostly sober. "Did you find them?"

"It's also a coincidence. Their house has been completely renovated, so it took me a lot of work to find it. If it weren't for an informant who happened to be investigating another person who interested me recently, the clues came together, otherwise it might never be I can't find it."

"Don't hold back," Owen said. "Tell me."

The minister smiled and leaned into his ear, and said something.

"Why are you interested in this family? But this is not a question I should talk about, as long as it is useful to you."

Owen widened his eyes, digesting the news just now.

Maybe it's fate, things still have a turning point, and it's not time to give up.

He walked quickly across the square, into the castle, climbed up the familiar stairs, and entered without knocking.

"Your Majesty, I have something important to tell you," he said.

"What about your etiquette, Owen?" Niyaf turned her head, holding the comb in her hand, and asked with raised eyebrows. "What's the matter? I'm about to go out and give a speech."

"Are you going to announce your engagement to Miss Ella?"

"Yes, why?"

So he told her everything.

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