Centennial

In Sicily it was not uncommon for a girl to marry a man who was never alone with her.When women sit outside their houses, those who are not married always sit sideways, never looking at the street with their whole face, lest people say they are prostitutes.The lads had no opportunity to speak to them as they passed, except in churches, where the young girls were protected by statues of the Virgin Mary and spectating mothers.

If a lad falls madly in love with a girl sitting in profile or wants a few words of respect, he must write it down in a well-written letter publicly announcing his intentions.This is serious business.As a result, professional writers have been hired many times because the wrong tone could literally lead to a funeral instead of a wedding.

But for Elsa, those things are just clouds.First of all, she is not Sicilian, not even Italian, Sicilian values ​​​​are all nonsense to her, she only acts in the way she believes.Secondly, she has someone she likes. Except for her own BOSS and Paul, other men are only divided into three types: friends, acquaintances and strangers.

But this morning Elsa received a letter.

A letter that smelled of rosewater and was stamped with gold seal from the house of the Duke delle.

Those who learned about this incident observed Elsa intentionally or unintentionally, and even walked very slowly, so they tried to hide in Elsa's office to see Elsa's reaction. Of course, these gossips were all in Egypt Ersa fled away after asking with her upright eyes.

Lan Bao was also very interested in this matter, he thought about it, and felt that he would not mind this matter according to the character of the other party, so he knocked on the door openly and walked in and sat down: "Is that a letter from Zoladell? "

"Hmm." Elsa looked at Lan Bao with a serious face, "Lan Bao, you said... Could this be... a challenge letter?"

"..." He knew that Elsa would never think about that...

"What should I do? Should I ask Giotto?" Elsa's face showed a hint of worry, "Is it because of my bad attitude yesterday? Do you need to silence me?"

"...Hey! Wait!" Seeing that the other party was going on a completely wrong path, Lan Bao hurriedly stopped him, scratching his head, with a bit of helplessness, "I said, you should read the content of the letter first Shall we make another decision?"

Elsa nodded, and opened the envelope rather seriously.

It is a love poem.

[The face of the world, I think, suddenly changed,

Since the first time I heard your steps mentally

Gently, gently, come to me -- through me and

The edge of death: that tiny gap.standing

The me there, only thought it was time to fall down this time,

Unexpectedly, he was rescued by love and taught him a song

The new song of life.God baptized me

That cup of bitter wine, I will drink it willingly and praise it

Sweet -- sweet, if you are by my side.

Heaven and earth, because of your existence

And change shape; and this song, this flute,

I was loved yesterday, and it still makes people feel kind,

The singing angel knew, because

Every sound has your name rippling. 】

Elsa read it with a very serious face, and that expression made Lan Bao start to wonder if it was really a challenge book, and he couldn't help asking: "What's on it?"

Elsa handed the letter to him, and tilted her head after the other party read it, with a confused look on her face: "Why did he copy Mrs. Browning's sonnet? Is it a new code word?"

This is obviously a love poem for you!The corner of Lan Bao's mouth twitched and he threw the letter back to Elsa, raising his legs: "How is it? Do you want to reply?"

"I'm going to tell Giotto." Elsa held the letter in her hand, took the envelope and stood up.

"..." Is this your father or your mother! ?Elsa you are enough!

Although Lan Bao complained in his heart and swiped the screen, he didn't stop Elsa's actions.After all, the other party's situation is special.So his choice is...follow the other party to watch the fun.

Giotto read the letter seriously, then turned to G and asked with a serious face: "G, what do you think?"

"Why are you asking me?" G made a black line, then turned to ask the person concerned, "Elsa, what are you going to do? Do you want to write back?"

"Hmm..." Elsa frowned and pondered for a while, then looked at the two blankly, "Is this an interaction between nobles? Do I want to copy sonnets too? Shakespeare? Do you want to ask Daemon? But I don’t want to look for him...Is it okay to ask Elena? If you are also a nobleman..."

The child had no idea what the other was trying to convey, whether it was superficial or deep... Giotto and G looked up at the ceiling at the same time.

Finally G beckoned: "Come here."

Elsa blinked and walked obediently. G patted her head: "If you don't want to talk to him, just ignore him, just throw the letter away."

"Hey, Elsa, she copied a love poem for you, it's obviously a way of showing favor to you!" Lan Bao did not hide this fact like the other two, and directly explained it.

Elsa was startled for a moment, then frowned and looked at the letter in her hand, her expression tangled: "Does he want me to be his mistress?"

"Poof—" Giotto sprayed while drinking coffee.

"Where did you learn the word mistress?" G's mouth twitched, and his eyes shot at Lan Bao, who immediately shook his head to show his innocence.

"I heard Damon say it." Elsa confessed the culprit without hesitation.

"Not necessarily, maybe he really likes you." Lan Bao joked aside.

"Impossible." Elsa retorted seriously, "Even through the mask, I can detect that the other party looks at me more like looking at a plaything, and his interest in me is probably just a whim. After all, I am not boasting. I It's a rare breed."

"..." Do you treat yourself as a non-human being?Also rare species? G caress the forehead.But this child is quite thorough, so there is no need to worry... G and Giotto looked at each other and nodded.

After all, although Giotto among Vengley, they all trust Elsa and her strength.But in this day and age, in Sicily, like Elsa, when other people see her, their first reaction will be suspicion, and then they will think about other dirty aspects.You can't blame those people, after all, men generally don't feel that women have the same status as themselves.Even G and Giotto, when they met Elsa for the first time, didn't think that this guy would become one of their companions, and it was quite an important companion.

However, G's thinking has an extra layer.He was also afraid that a little girl like Elsa would be cheated by that kind of playboy. Giotto has seen it much more thoroughly, anyway, his Harumori is secretly in love with his own Lanshou, so don't worry about it.

"Please don't worry." As if aware of what the two of them were thinking, Elsa showed a shallow smile, "Compared to being able to stand by your side, that kind of thing is not worth mentioning at all."

I'm lucky.Even if I'm not the type that most people like, most of the people I like like me.

So is Paul, so is Simon, and so are everyone in Vengley.

For me, this is enough.

I will protect the family that accommodates me and that I cherish. This is my oath that I bet my life and even my soul.

The author has something to say: [[In Sicily it is not uncommon for a girl to marry a man who has never been alone with her.When women sit outside their houses, those who are not married always sit sideways, never looking straight into the street, lest they be called lewd.The lads had no opportunity to speak to them as they passed, except in churches, where the young girls were protected by statues of the Virgin Mary and spectating mothers.

If a lad falls madly in love with a girl sitting in profile or wants a few words of respect, he must write it down in a well-written letter publicly announcing his intentions.This is serious business.As a result, professional writers have been hired many times because the wrong tone could literally lead to a funeral instead of a wedding. 】】

Excerpt from "The Sicilians"

In the next chapter, Arnold will appear~!