Although the outline of the city could already be seen far above the horizon, we set up camp at the exit of the forest.
It is said that this behavior of travelers is to commemorate the hero who built this city of wonders in the frontier.
"That hero built the city until he got hungry, so he took a break here and ate some peanuts?"
I laughed at it. "You're so disrespectful," Emile threw the peanut shells into the fire, "he must eat pine cones or something."
"You think saying that makes you respect him ......" I grabbed Emile's snack, "Then again, it's the first time I've seen a heroine with such folksy interests. "
"How can liking peanuts be folksy, Molly Ann sweetheart," Emile poured out another dozen peanuts from the magic space, "like or dislike peanuts is proof of the purity of the faith, so- -'"
"- Peanuts is the God -"
"......"
Fuck your god......
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In the evening, I got slightly away from Emile and sat alone on the rocks by the camp.
Witnessed a wonderful sight.
Polan taken off her armor and changed into normal clothes, gently brushed Polly's hair as she squinted and lazily lay in her arms.
"Hmm?" She looked up at me, "Lord Molly Ann?"
"Well ...... there's no need to call me Lord......" I scratched my head awkwardly at being discovered and simply sat beside her, "In ...... the morning ......"
"It's okay," she smiled gently at me, " We all know Lord Emile's hobby, you don't need to explain anything."
That’s why I need to explain! What if I was being misunderstood? I'd rather say I've already been misunderstood to death by you guys! Ciali has been lying on the carriage and crying for half a day!
"In fact......," Poland stroked Polly's cheek, "I once thought of giving myself to Lord Emile."
"Giving yourself ......" I understood the word slightly, "Eh ......giving yourself... ... giving yourself!"
"Well, exactly what you had in mind."
She laughed and told me a story.
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Once upon a time, there was a race of therianthropy called the Zhi Sheep race.
But in fact, it can only be considered a slightly larger tribe.
Even so, the 10,000 population would have been enough to support their foothold in a piece of land.
But, unlike the usual therianthropy race, the Zhi Sheep tribe doesn’t like to fight, and even loathe it.
So, a race like this, in that constant strife, wars and clamor among the therianthropies, it is not surprising to be annexed.
After all, such cruel things are happening every now and then.
That’s when young Poland was resold to the human nobility.
It was a very painful time, psychically and mentally, made the young girl felt desperate.
But she couldn’t.
She still had something to protect.
The canine girl that she met, they have the same encounter, she’s 10 years younger than her.
The Canine girl, who had just arrived here, grabbing the edge of her clothes and stared at the greedy nobles.
Looking at her, the young girl made up her mind.
--As long as I am alive, I will protect her.
No matter how she is treated or tortured. ......
This perseverance lasted until the girl was ten years old.
When that was about to happen, Poland ......
finally bit off the fat neck of that demon.
It was a rainy night --
-- Sister, where are we running to? --
The young girl huddled up.
-- Good girl, be good, we ...... --
Poland put her clothes over the young girl, herself freezing all over.
--We can escape from here. --
She sighed inwardly.
...... How could it be?
Both the castle and the cities of ten miles around, all belong to that devil.
Poland clung to the young girl and ran wildly without purpose.
However, whether hiding in the garbage cans, outside the tavern, in the alleys, there is always the noisy shouting of soldiers.
-- No! --
--This way! --
-- Neither! --
......
The girl became weaker and weaker in her arms pulled at the corner of her coat.
-- Sister, how long do we have to run --
-- Good girl, soon --
Run until ...... be caught......
Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps behind her, Poland desperately burrowed into a grove.
"Nah ......"
A voice came from overhead.
Poland was stunned into a stumble and tumbled to the ground.
"What the hell ...... am I so scary?"
The silver-haired girl stretched, rubbed her eyes, and jumped down from the treetops.
Noticing the terrified eyes of the mud-covered Poland, the silver-haired girl turned back towards the group of soldiers holding torches.
"Hey, you guys," she waved the staff in her hand, "disturbing me sleep."
The torch's flames burst into full bloom, engulfing the soldiers' entire bodies -
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"So, for us, Lord Emile is not some red demon, but a pure white lily, our angel."
"......"
"These three red marks, a symbol of slavery, however, my previous ...... master, was not interested in doing this " Poland pointed to her cheek, "This was carved by my own hand for Lord Emile."
I opened my mouth, noticing that my throat was dry.
"Emile she ...... wouldn't like this ......"
"Well," she nodded, staring at Polly's soft sleeping face, "I was scolded by Lord Emile."
"'I don't need a little piece of cake that comes to my mouth! I want a pretty girl who resists and won't give in! If an old woman like you wants to have a better life, then go to my mercenary group, my dog is looking after that!'"
"Haha," she laughed, "That's really Lord Emile’s style."
"......"
"So I'm really happy that a lonely Lord Emile, can actually ...... found you. "
"...... She’s ...... lonely?"
"Well, Lord Emile is lonely," Poland looked me straight in the eyes, "I knew it when I saw her eyes in the forest."
"......"
"Polly," she pinched Polly's nose, "wake up, let's go to bed."
Poland walked to the tent with Polly in her arms and smiled back at me gently.
"Lord Molly Ann, I would like you to ......"
"Hmm?"
She took a deep breath.
"-to be by Lord Emile's side forever."
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I also returned to the camp.
Emile was reading by the fire, the light illuminated her cheeks.
I walked quietly over to her and sat beside her.
"What's up?"
She yawned.
"Nothing," I replied with a smile, "wasting my time."
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