At midnight, in Pedrol's residence, continuous explosions and roars came from the outside world. At the moment, Ivena, who was leaning against the corner of the wall, seemed unheard of. Cowhide ropes cut by sharp wood thorns were scattered around. White jade fingers trembled slightly, turning the yellowed diary in their hands.
[In November, 708 of the Holy Calendar, Pedrol added a new recruit. He looks small and white. His name is... Ivena? Am I a brother?]
[It's another day of training. As Pedrol's eldest son, I must work harder. Are you watching me practice sword? Ivena? Then I need to work harder...]
[Practice! I miss you so much... I picked up the sword at the beginning, but this time it's my responsibility to be a teacher...]
[Ten moves, save face for you... but don't cry if you lose? How lovely, Ivena...]
[Thirty seven moves. It's only four months. No, I must have not used my full strength. I'd better be serious next time...]
[I lost. How could I lose? It's a shame in front of you. As an elder brother, I must try to win back next time...]
[Ivena, why do you always learn skills I can't master easily? Am I not working hard enough?]
[In the seventh month of the 722 Holy Calendar, the first cavalry examination... If you can pass it, you can become a priest, right? The Pedrol family can also improve...]
[Fail... fail... fail!]
[The second knight selection, the third round, is this my limit?]
[From morning to night, training is nothing but training. I'm afraid I will never pass the cavalry examination...]
[Father, why do you look at me with such expectant eyes? Why don't you want to give me up?]
[With this look again, are you hating me? Ivena? I can understand your mood. A useless person robbed your chance... If it were you, you could do it, my sister...]
[Maybe without me, everything will be fine... Ivena, I will give you everything you want, this is the only way...]
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The girl with brown hair turned the diary page by page, and through the cold text, she learned about her brother, who was admired by her and expected by her father, but could do nothing well
She used to resent such injustice. All her efforts and proud swordsmanship in her father's eyes were just tools to attract the attention of the son of the Duke of Nordland.
If I have a chance, I will pass the cavalry examination, revitalize the Pedrol family, and let my father see me clearly
So for the elder brother who has all the resources of the family and can accept the guidance of formal knights at any time, but has failed again and again... Ivena hates, even hates
[How lovely, Evena...]
The girl's body trembled when she ran her finger across the tightly wrinkled page and looked at the text on the page. Crystal tears crossed her cheeks and fell on the page continuously
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Ivina murmured to herself, her brain was blank, tears in her eyes could not stop leaving, and her heart was full of strong regret... Ivina had never hated herself so much.
She thought she had forgotten how to cry, which is clearly the privilege of the people who are concerned
Outside the mansion, continuous flames sprang up, but the room fell into a dead silence, only the repressed, intermittent sobs echoed ceaselessly.
The girl turned her head blankly until the door of the room was suddenly knocked open.
Baron Pedrol, who rushed in, looked around at the mess in the room. After seeing Ivina, who was frightened and only dared to cry in the corner, he immediately lost his temper and asked angrily.
"Do you know how much trouble has happened outside, Ivena? Why are you sitting here alone? Where is Lott? Where is he now?"
While talking, another explosion came from outside the mansion.
"What's going on outside?" Ivina held the diary wet with tears in her arms and asked with her head bowed.
"Those damned wizards wreaked havoc in the harbor town and blew up the whole dock with a terrible witchcraft. Pastor Adrian died, Pastor Danny also died, and Sir Sike, even Archbishop Anthik could not escape..." Baron Pedroll said in horror.
In order to brush his resume, he once proposed to participate in the witch hunt in front of the Archbishop of Notherland. Now I think that if Anthik nodded his head and agreed, he would have died in the harbor.
Hearing one unattainable name after another being sentenced to death, the girl with brown hair was shocked and couldn't help thinking of the words that echoed in her ear before Lott left.
"It's so small, Evena..."
Is it your choice to become a wizard? Brother?
It is said that as long as you sacrifice your soul to the devil, you can become a wizard with taboo power. But as a price, that person often changes his character greatly, and his soul will gradually fall into the abyss
And this is all for myself.
"Where is your brother? You haven't answered me yet. Where is Lott? We have to leave here at once!" Baron Pedroll struggled to hold the girl's wrist and asked aloud.
"Dead!" Evena whispered. She was very clear that if the intelligence of her brother becoming a wizard was revealed, the whole Pedroll family would be destroyed immediately.
Baron Pedroll paused, his face showing a terrible look.
"You'd better not play tricks on me, Evena!"
"I tell you, even if your brother really dies, you will never be the baron! Never imagine what you can't get!"
Baron Pedrol said angrily that no matter what the situation, he would never let an outsider take over the Pedrol family, even if it was excellent!
"In that case, I'm leaving..." Ivina broke free from her grip, put her diary in her arms, and without hesitation turned to the door.
"Stop! Tell me clearly!" Baron Pedrol did not expect that Ivena, who had never dared to resist in ordinary days, dared to disobey herself like this. Suddenly, strong anger surged to her heart, pulled out the long sword with its sheath, and pulled it towards Ivena.
Dang~
The long scabbard sword came out of the hand and fell to the ground with a low, muffled sound.
Baron Pedrol's body was fixed in place, and a three fingered extremely sharp wooden thorn had already crossed his neck.
"How long have you not experienced a battle, father?" Ivena looked at Pedrol with a complicated look and asked.
Baron Pedrol sat down on the ground in a cold sweat. Only then did he realize that Ivina's swordsmanship was far more advanced than he knew, and even surpassed himself completely.
Ivina dropped the wooden thorn in her hand and stepped out of the door without looking back.
"Where are you going, Evena? Where is Lott? Tell me where he is?" Baron Pedrol came to his senses and roared loudly.
"My brother is dead, you should be killed by me... Father." Ivena said quietly. "And I want to leave the harbor town to see the world..."
(PS: The first volume ends here. There are a lot of contents to be prepared. Please understand. The next is the plot of the second volume. In addition, new books are all required!)