Camellia camellia

When the blond-haired female knight woke up from a light sleep, she couldn't help being startled by the coolness in her hands, her sleepy eyes were replaced by alertness, and the soft body that had been with her was no longer in this inner room. After calming down, the fireplace had been extinguished, and there was nothing unusual except that Camelia was missing. She dressed and tidied up the room, turned off the lights and left the room.

The moonlight lingers and refuses to leave, but the sky has already dawned, and there is a faint light of fish belly.

She saw her lover at the corner of the third floor, Mirga gently held her in his arms from behind, and the unique scent from Camelia made her feel at ease.

"It's been a long time since I greeted a new day with you, Mirja, at this very moment, you are by my side, which makes my heart very at ease." She gently held her arm, looking towards the distant Wangcheng shrouded in mist , opened the mouth and said: "I believe this is the gift of my elder sister, my lord, to let you come to me. You will not leave me, and I will never allow such a thing to happen! Even if the blood flowing on your body is destined to make you unable to Get rid of Trumione's spell, but I promise you, I will do my best for this."

Camelia noticed that Mirga's body behind her was trembling slightly, and she couldn't help feeling relieved, and gently dragged the knight's bracelet around her waist. "You always treat me like a child, but Mirga, don't forget my surname. I am the most orthodox heir of the Redditlar family. This is my glory and the source of my power. No one can learn from Camellia The family takes everything, no one!" She spoke calmly, but her words were forceful.

Camelia noticed a line of warm liquid slipping from her hair to her neck, her eyes widened in astonishment, no, this is impossible, she... crying?

Camelia couldn't help feeling a little flustered. This was the first time since they met this strong lady shed tears.

...Yes, she always bears all the pressure silently, never complains or justifies, but all the proofs she wants are verified with her unremitting efforts.She's really... a simple girl.

"Mirga, do you... love me?" Camelia's mouth curved into a beautiful arc.

The people behind nodded.

"Then, please trust me."

--silence

"What's the matter, don't you doubt my ability?"

— shaking his head

"Or do you think I will end up in a fiasco in front of your father?"

— shaking his head

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion. Besides, you know your father's ability better than me. No matter what, he won't lose in this kind of contest."

--silence

"You just need to be yourself, and I will do the rest..."

Do not!

Mirga let go of her hand.

"There's no time...I'm...pregnant."

Camelia turned around abruptly, and when she saw Mirga burst into tears, she couldn't control herself. "What did you say?"

"What did you say, Mirga."

"I have Heather's child." She wiped away the tears from her cheeks, put her hands on her belly, and her eyes cleared.

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Since that special confession, Mirga knew that Camelia's attitude towards her had dropped to a freezing point, but the stubborn Mirja still insisted on visiting her at Mirror Lake Manor every day.

Because she can understand, she always sees everything from Camelia's point of view.

If the two of them switched positions, he might be angry at such an action.So she never complained, just insisted on keeping the law of loyalty.

However, what surprised her was that Mirga thought that Camelia would be furious, but her lover just kept silent.

She can understand all this.

Because she has her own insistence, and Camelia is the same.It was like after the confession, when the two looked at each other, neither of them was willing to step back. Mirjia had a panoramic view of Camelia's fragility. Her shoulders trembled, her brows were tightly frowned, but she stubbornly refused to let her go. Look away.

Yes, this is what Mirja loves so much—the last will of the Camellia family.

Mirjia tightened her neckline, and subconsciously grabbed the knight sword pendant around her neck, which had always been her treasure, representing the promise of love.

The flower language of camellia is: cuteness, humility, prudence, virtue, ideal love, great charm.

And she is her camellia, her vision, she is willing to be a poor flower farmer, just to take good care of the only flower in this world for her whole life.

But Camelia is not an ordinary flower that grows in a greenhouse, so she can only help her if she becomes more resilient.

She will never betray her, never.

Friends of the oath, those who betray the oath will feed the glaciers and snow fields with their flesh and blood.

"Selfless Goddess of Ice and Snow, please guide me to go on unswervingly." Mirja muttered in her heart, got up and left Mirror Lake Manor again.

When she was about to reach the boundary marker, there was a rush of footsteps behind her.

She is the maid of Mirror Lake Manor.

Mirja frowned, what happened?

"Master Mirgatila, master...Master she..." The blond maid approached panting.

Camelia?

"Tell me quickly, what happened!" The maid couldn't help but cringe when she heard her voice amplified several decibels at first, she opened her mouth in panic and was choked up and unable to speak.

From the tears in the maid's eyes, Mirja clearly realized that her tone was a bit too harsh, "...don't worry, speak slowly." It's just that there is obvious worry mixed in this soft voice.

"Master, she... invites you to the manor."

Mirjia breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the maid who was blushing, she patted her on the shoulder to comfort her and said softly, "Let's go back and return to our lives."

When they arrived at the Mirror Lake Manor, Mirja saw the housekeeper Katie waiting in front of the main hall from a distance.

The blond-haired maid led her closer, and then she left silently.As they passed by, the maid named Fanny cast a deep glance at Mirka, saw her return a gentle smile, secretly stuck out her tongue, made a grimace, and left in a hurry.

Katie, dressed in smart attire, greeted her respectfully. Just as she was about to salute, she was stopped by Mirjia.

The two looked at each other and smiled, tacitly.

"Your Excellency Mirgatila, I'm here to tell you the master's order. 'Since we are honored to have the highest knight of the Black Gold Moon family visit my manor, the Riddetterael family will not be stingy with a room as a proof of friendship.'"

"Is this what Camelia meant?" Mirga was a little surprised. With Camelia's temper, how could she be allowed to stay again?

"Yes, the master personally ordered me, and arranged for Angela to be deployed to take care of your daily life."

"...Angela? It's the waitress in Brunstown, right?"

Katie nodded.

Mirjia did not refuse, and replied lightly: "Then please clean up the red room."

She believed in Camelia. No matter when, Mirjia believed that Camelia must have her reasons for letting herself stay in Mirror Lake Manor.So, all she needs to do is to slow down her pace of life, and that's it.After all... she is not alone now, and the responsibility she has to bear is to let this little life be born safely and grow up with peace of mind.

Whether boy or girl, the child will be the successor of House Reditrell.Mirja covered her lower abdomen with her hands, and closed her eyes to sense this tiny tremor.Their hearts are connected together, thinking of this, a warm feeling rose in their hearts.

As the last unused pawn of the Dulumian family, Mirja naturally knew what words to use at this time to extinguish his father's anger, and cleverly used it to reverse the situation.Under the guidance of a well-spoken family letter, Mirror Lake Manor finally returned to its usual tranquility.

At least the guards at Mirror Lake Manor no longer have to run back and forth to reject those poor waiters.

The author has something to say:

I think that people who love each other always have to test each other to finally determine whether they want to stay together forever. This has nothing to do with marriage, but just a spiritual contest.