In the afternoon, Charlotte, who had finished the father-son conversation, stood quietly in front of the state guesthouse. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

By the end of that conversation, Vivien Leigh had gone to the Colosseum, accompanied by Claire and Dinah. Ordered by Sylvia, the reluctant Dinah had to act as Vivien Leigh's personal bodyguard.

"I feel like I've been demoted from a maid to a nanny!"

These were Dinah's angry words, and it seemed that not being able to serve by Sylvia's side made her angry.

In order to make this legendary maid who successfully turned nanny work well, Charlotte had to make all kinds of unequal treaties with a smiley face.

After finally coaxing her to be happy, Charlotte was summoned by Mrs. Rebecca to talk to her heart. The content is nothing more than Sylvia's confession whether it is true or not, and Vivien Leigh's safety is left to you.

Since then, the team from the North has split into two groups, one led by Lawrence and many nobles in order to form an offensive and defensive alliance led by Erossa, and the other with Sylvia as the core to save Vivien Leigh from intrigues.

At this moment, Charlotte waited in front of the State Guesthouse for Sylvia's departure.

Charlotte pulled her pocket watch out of her bosom, and Vivien Leigh's first gladiatorial match began at 3 p.m. It seemed that it was still early, but Charlotte, who was worried about Vivien Leigh's safety, was a little restless.

He paced back and forth in front of the door, and from time to time he pulled out his pocket watch to check the time. When this process was repeated for the fifth time, Sylvia in the white dress was finally late.

The winter light divides the interior and exterior of the State Guesthouse into inconspicuous silhouettes, but when Sylvia emerges from the shadows, Charlotte feels that the drab city covered in light snow is colorful and vivid.

Sylvia has a plain face, the left end of her hair hanging down to her chest, and the overall hairstyle is soft and mid-length shawl. This asymmetrical hairstyle shows a bit of playfulness, which makes the originally cold and frosty Sylvia a little warmer.

The close-fitting white dress makes the tall girl look cold and slender, and the hem of the dress covers the knees, revealing the slender and round calves, and the smooth porcelain skin seems to exude a holy luster.

Further down, gold-fired high-heeled sandals are stepped on bare feet as delicate as works of art, revealing cute pink nails.

A golden silk cat lazily lies on the girl's shoulder, and the playful hairstyle, the lazy golden silk kitten, and the golden sandals under the feet make the girl have a touch of warmth in the cold.

It's like a god from above, so that Charlotte almost forgot to breathe!

"Let's go. ”

Sylvia's speech was as cold and concise as ever, she paced lightly in front of her, looking up with a leisurely expression, her icy lake-like eyes staring straight ahead, as if looking at something, but as if nothing had reached hers.

Charlotte came back to her senses, and he panicked and walked side by side with Sylvia, a gentle smile unconsciously appearing on the corner of her lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Sylvia asked coldly, twisting the end of her hair on the left side, "Is this hairstyle weird?"

Charlotte waved her hand again and again, scratching her cheek unnaturally, "Where, what!" I think...... Well, it's cute!"

"Cute ......" Sylvia's icy blue pupils flickered slightly, and she held her chin with her hand and thought slightly, "It seems that Dema is really better at craftsmanship, and I will let Dinah recomb it for me when I go back in a while." ”

"No! I'm complimenting you!" Charlotte immediately waved her hands, "Seriously, this hairstyle suits you perfectly!"

"Really......"

Sylvia didn't continue the conversation, and the two returned to silence, walking along the National Guest Avenue to the Colosseum on a winter afternoon.

In the past, Charlotte might have found this lack of topics very embarrassing. But walking by Sylvia's side at the moment, he only felt extremely relieved.

Since the Lucerne incident, Charlotte has looked like the funny aristocratic scum, but in fact her state of mind is completely different than before.

Just as he told his cousin Brent that night, the root was like an invisible mountain pressing down on his heart, and Charlotte's spirit was like a tense spring. If not, he would not have known that there was a risk, and he would have resolutely kept the undeveloped Charlotte memory technique to himself.

And this uneasiness was almost magnified to the extreme last night!

The other self within the soul, and the faceless coffin wandering in the Void Star Boundary, the three mountains formed by them and the root almost made Charlotte breathless.

As Charlotte was troubled, he felt like his every move was being manipulated. Sometimes he even wonders what kind of mentality he has to worry about Fei Wenli.

Is it because she's her sister, or is it because she's another former lover of herself?

But all the uneasiness disappeared as long as she was with Sylvia.

Obviously, his godsister is just a top legend, but strangely, Sylvia's indifferent demeanor and demeanor to everything make Charlotte feel relieved and hopeful.

It seems that as long as she is there, those troubles and uneasiness will disappear. Perhaps it was because Charlotte firmly believed that even if there was a big storm, Sylvia would not hesitate to use her slender body to resist him.

Charlotte shook her head, he thought it was too cowardly and squeamish to think so.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the weakness and dependence in her heart that Charlotte fled to Lucerne alone, and now that I think about it, if I had asked Sylvia to accompany me at that time, perhaps the trip to Lucerne would not have become so painful and hesitant.

But pain is the best nourishment for growth. No matter how tall and dense the tree is, it can't be relied on forever, and it can only face everything when it is strong.

What's more, Charlotte still has her own little pride in her heart. He thought that although he was now under Sylvia, one day he would make Sylvia proud of him.

The cold particles fall on the face, but are quickly melted into a penetrating liquid by the body heat.

Charlotte touched her cheeks and looked up at the sky, only to notice that the originally cloudless sky had appeared a haze at some point.

Snowflakes are fluttering and falling in the sky, and the bustling crowd on the shopping street has different looks.

Some of them cursed the damn weather, others shouted with their hands outstretched, and the vendors on both sides of the road cursed and packed up their stalls, and they had to put their goods in order as soon as they didn't have a store, lest all their efforts be consumed by this sudden heavy snowfall.

Charlotte looked at Sylvia beside her, and the princess of the glacial lake was still wandering freely in the snow and ice, as if the snow had no effect on her.

Her blonde hair was clinged to crystal snowflakes that turned into clear droplets that moistened the ends of her hair. Her blonde hair stuck to her delicate cheeks, adding to her feminine look.

"It's snowing!"

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Charlotte muttered after realizing that Sylvia didn't have the idea of using spells to shield her from the snow.

"Hmm. Sylvia's answer was always succinct.

Charlotte saw a dazzling array of umbrellas on an uncleaned stall in front of him, he thought for a moment, and suddenly said to Sylvia, "Sister, you wait!"

With that, Charlotte rushed to the stall and picked up an umbrella.

At first glance, he fell in love with an umbrella with a pink background and pale red cherry blossom petals. Perhaps it was the drawing of cherry blossoms that made Charlotte's heart flutter, because he felt that the cherry blossoms falling at a speed of five centimeters per second were like Sylvia, charming and resolute in beauty.

He spread out the cherry blossom umbrella he had purchased, smiled in the crowd and walked towards Sylvia, who was standing still in the street.

The navy blue is trimmed with a gold-edged aristocratic winter hunting suit, the short silver hair is flying in the cold wind, and the pink cherry blossom umbrella makes the confident and flamboyant youth a little softer. When he smiles, he is as gentle and reassuring as the person in the painting.

The young man walked up to the girl and held a cherry blossom umbrella for her to shelter from the wind and snow.

He smiled and said, "Even if my sister doesn't care, it's not a gentleman's job to let a girl get wet!"

"What gentleman?" asked Sylvia, as if stunned.

Charlotte was stunned, his eyes rolled, he remembered a stalk from his previous life, and replied with a wicked smile.

"Probably a gentleman of hentai!"

Sylvia looked at Charlotte who was shielding her from the wind and snow, and a mist suddenly appeared in her lake-like eyes, and before she knew it, pure, transparent tears flowed down her charming cheeks.

This made Charlotte panic suddenly, he stretched forward with his left hand but paused in mid-air, and his right hand subconsciously held the cherry blossom umbrella for Sylvia.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong with you?You—Why are you crying?Did I make you angry?!"

He didn't know if he should wipe away the tears for Sylvia, or if he should solemnly bow and apologize. The word Hentai, if you think about it now, should be a taboo blasphemy against this ice-lake girl, right?

Charlotte felt that she must have had some kind of madness to utter that word.

He looked at Sylvia with misty pupils in a panic, and saw her stretch out her slender index finger and tap the teardrops on her cheeks, and then surprise and confusion, uneasiness and joy...... All kinds of complex emotions emerge on the once frozen beauty.

"This—these are my tears......"

She asked herself in surprise, and after a long time, she looked up in confusion and asked, "...... You're Lu Sien, no, who are you......"

Charlotte touched Sylvia's forehead in surprise, "I'm Charlotte, what kind of stupid thing are you talking about, sister?!"

Charlotte...... Isn't it Lu Sien?"

"I'm Charlotte! Charlotte Clayderman!" said Charlotte, with disgruntled dissatisfaction, "It's not Lusen!"

A gentle smile bloomed on Sylvia's face, a beautiful scenery that Charlotte had never seen before, as if the frozen flowers melted and thawed, and the whole world was brightened in an instant.

Charlotte was stunned and said, "Sister, sister, you smiled......"

The cold wind caressed the ends of Sylvia's hair, and in the winter snow, the girl smiled and nodded.

"yes, Charlotte...... It's a girl's name, but it's a great name. ”

"It's not a girl's name! Although some girls are right, I'm a big man who stands up to the sky!"

"Really?"

Sylvia wiped away the inexplicable tears as soon as she smiled, but Charlotte always felt as if there was something wrong with her.

"Let's go, Charlotte. She wiped away her tears and stepped forward, "This umbrella...... I love it. ”

Charlotte followed Sylvia's side in a daze, and in the winter snow, the two people walking side by side looked gentle.

"Yes......" Charlotte smiled and muttered in a voice that no one could hear, "as long as you like it......"