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The dinner was held in a luxurious hall. For the noble Malfitt family, it was a must for the whole family to have dinner under the service of a large group of servants, to show the dignity, magnificence and glory of the family. However, today is a special day.

Nine years ago today, Farya was born in this family with a changing colorful light. Since then, this family has ushered in the most glorious era.The dinner was already prepared, but no one touched the knife and fork. Everyone was waiting for the protagonist of the banquet——Falya.Time passed by, and there was still no sign of her.

Sir Malfitt sent his servant upstairs again.After a while, a servant's voice was heard: "Miss, go down quickly, everyone is waiting for you!"

no respond.

"Miss, ma'am!"

Still no reply.

The servant had no choice but to go downstairs resentfully.

Sir Malfit looked solemnly at Mrs. Malfit who also did not smile, and the two exchanged helpless glances.

At this time, Farya was sitting on the edge of the bed with her knees curled up, her white face buried in her arms, her eyes were covered by the bangs hanging down on her forehead, and her mood could not be seen. Thinking of the situation the day before yesterday afternoon, Farya He decided to use his own way to "threat" his parents to agree to stay and be a "saint".

"Father, I want to stay." Farya, who came back from the beach, said her thoughts to the Malfitt couple with a very firm tone.

"Why?!" Sir and Madam asked in unison, full of surprise and doubt.

"Be a saint." Farya ignored her parents' surprise and said lightly, her tone still firm.

"No! I will never agree!!" Mrs. Malfit almost yelled out, she would never leave her precious daughter in Greece, although she still didn't know what Farya said about the "Saint Seiya" "What means.

"..." Farya turned her gaze to Sir Malfitt, who avoided her gaze and said, "No." He had heard rumors about the Saint Seiya, who had to go through very arduous training in fighting skills The so-called physical training of the selected protector fighters is absolutely impossible for Farya, who is usually pampered.Jazz admired Falya's determination and courage very much. Although he didn't know the reason and knew that Falya would never change his original intention once he made up his mind, he still decided to persuade his daughter and do everything possible.

"Falya, you can't do it. You don't understand the hardship at all, and there are more important things waiting for you to do, don't you?" Sir Malfitt politely rejected his daughter's request, this is the first time .

Farya glanced at her parents expressionlessly, and then ran to her room.For two days, she locked herself in the room without eating or drinking. She didn't respond to anyone who told her. Although she was extremely hungry, she was so proud that she would never compromise. She must make her parents agree to her request. ,this is the last time.My heart is sad, because Saga's smile appeared in front of my eyes again, hiding a little sadness, and the desire to stay is stronger.

Four days have passed, and Farya still hasn't stepped out of the room. Mrs. Malfitt cried worriedly: "It's been four days, what can I do if this continues?!"

"It seems that the only option is to let her stay." Sir Malfit really couldn't resist his daughter's stubborn temper. "If this continues, maybe something will happen."

"How can that be done?!" Mrs. Malfitt was still reluctant to let her daughter leave her.

"Could it be that she should go on a hunger strike to death?!" Sir Malfit understood his wife's feelings very well. "But Farya must be given food first, or else he will really lose his beloved daughter."

Sir Malfitt conceded defeat, lost to his daughter's waywardness, and also lost to his intolerance and pampering.

Saying goodbye to her parents, Farya came to the sanctuary where she broke into that day. There was no reluctance in her heart, only inexplicable tension and uncontrollable joy.The Pope brought Farya to an open field, and Farya saw a masked person not far away, "Rosalind, this is Farya, he is from France like you, you Teach her well."

"Yes, Pope," replied the masked woman.

The Pope nodded, then looked at Farya again, "Come on."

"En." Looking at the Pope's back, Farya felt that the Pope was not as strict as imagined, but a very gentle person.

"Let's go, Farya." Rosalin gently took Farya's little hand and said softly.Although wearing a mask, Farya believed that she must be a beautiful woman.