It was a memory that belonged to Gloria.

In order to avoid cognitive confusion, Charlotte generally does not snoop on other people's emotional memories. However, Gloria's memory was different, and Charlotte, who was blessed by it, was greatly intrigued.

As if falling down a spiraling passage, in a hazy mist, Charlotte came to the land of memory. This memory is different from Lu Sien's dream, Charlotte does not take Gloria's place, but follows Gloria's actions as if from a third-person perspective.

It's a very ordinary village, with its low wooden houses and faint smoke rising from the chimneys of its scattered wooden houses, which look like it's time for dinner.

At this moment, the sun is setting, the rice ears in the rice field are almost ready for harvest, and the autumn wind blows on the golden rice ears, making them ripple like a sea of golden ears. Gold is the color of the ears of rice, while red is the setting sun.

Although it is a very ordinary scenery, it is full of touching and ordinary beauty.

Charlotte hadn't seen such a calm and beautiful landscape for a long time, and he stood on the hard dirt floor of the village, looking up at the golden spike of the sea, and began to miss the farm outside Fort Savoie. He seemed to see three children running through the sea of spikes, the first one with short hair smiled brightly, the second child ran wildly, and the third child was helpless.

He smiled suddenly, but at this moment, his body involuntarily began to move. It's easy to understand, but it's a bit inappropriate, and the real thing is that the whole world is going backwards, urging Charlotte to keep going.

Charlotte was unhurried, he knew it was because Gloria's memory was too far away from him. This world is an idealistic world, and it relies on Gloria's memories to build, in other words, the world outside of Gloria's memories at the time was chaos.

Charlotte soon found his goal, and there was only one small person on the edge of the rice ear field, and it was already time to eat, but little Lori walked alone on the hard mud ground by the rice ear, wiping her tears and sobbing from time to time.

Could that be Gloria?

That's why Charlotte finds this memory special.

Although her violet hair is so special that it can even be recognizable in the crowd. But the most characteristic and unforgettable pride characteristic of her is completely gone, and at this moment, Charlotte only sees a little Lori full of grievances in her.

She was covered in mud, with shoe prints on her shabby long clothes, black and disgusting mud everywhere, and violet hair with ears of rice and dirt sticking to it, and looked more like a little beggar begging in the street than the proud black swan she was later.

Generally speaking, a person's personality is gradually formed in the process of developing cognition of the world, and this process is generally in childhood. For example, Claire, whose childhood hardships made him calm and reticent, such as Aven, whose parents' demands in childhood made him restrained and gentle, and Charlotte, who had no scruples and became arrogant and unrestrained......

So what makes Charlotte curious is that Gloria in her childhood seems to be a completely wronged bag, how did she become the later Chosen One of the Soul Seat?

Charlotte followed Gloria, and together they walked into the village. As she passed by some of the houses, some of the children who were eating on the edge of the door pointed at the embarrassed Gloria and laughed loudly - "Ha! you are finally back! purple-haired wild child! The mud is so delicious!" and so on, and at this time, Gloria twitched like a frightened quail or a fawn, and then ran quickly past the door with her head bowed and her shoulders folded.

The most terrible kind of evil in the world is the jokes of children, who may just think it is funny, but never think about how much harm it will bring to a young child.

What's even more excessive is that their parents don't stop it at all, and some even say weirdly - "When she grows up, she will probably be a coquettish little *slut* person again" - this kind of jealousy and malicious words. The attitude of these parents further fuels the arrogance of the children.

It's a peaceful village, but at the same time, like all calm, ordinary villages, it's a village of ignorance. Charlotte clenched her fists and thought.

He couldn't do anything, it was Gloria's memory, the world that depended on her cognition. Even if Charlotte wanted to yell at those people - please don't do this to a child—— but in fact, he couldn't do anything.

Soon, things changed again.

Gloria, who had been shivering like a newborn quail, came to a dilapidated wooden house.

The door shaft of the wooden house seemed to be broken, and the lower part of the door was a fulcrum leaning against the door frame. The window also had a hole in it, and some grass rolled up in a ball to fill that space. The condition of the roof was blurred, and Charlotte guessed that it was because Gloria had not noticed the roof at the time, but judging by the jagged stubble in the eaves, the roof should not be much better.

By this time, the sun was about to set, and the sky was starting to get dark. There was a small fire burning in the house, and Gloria looked at the sparks in the dilapidated wooden house, like a little match girl lighting up the firewood, with a relieved and expectant expression.

She cautiously pushed open the wooden door that was about to die, and called out 'Mommy' like a young swallow returning home.

Soon, the woman by the brick fireplace in the wooden house turned gently. Charlotte noticed that the woman did not have Gloria's mysterious long violet hair and eyes, her hair was similar to that of Villette, and her brown hair was also coiled into a simple bun, with a smooth Y-shaped branch acting as a hairpin in the bun.

Although she looked like an ordinary peasant woman, Charlotte noticed that she had a beauty that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and her eyes were not cloudy like ordinary peasant women, but with an intellectual light.

- She must have had a good education! That was Charlotte's first impression of her.

When the seemingly well-educated woman saw little Gloria's embarrassed appearance, the tenderness on her face quickly turned to consternation and then to sadness. She blinked, as if to let the tears flow through her eyes, and she crouched down, pressed her forehead against little Gloria's, and asked in a gentle, yet sad, trembling voice.

"Gloria, how did you do this?"

Little Gloria pursed her lips and said aggrievedly, "They invited me to play in the ears ......of rice, and I was very happy," she said, and big tears slid down her dark face, making her as pitiful as a little cat.

"I'm sorry!" Mom hugged her and kissed her dirty purple hair with her lips, "My little Gloria!"

"Mother-" little Gloria cried out in a wow, she asked with a sob, her voice aggrieved, with a malicious incomprehension and sadness about the world, "I wanted to be friends with them, and I will do whatever they say." But they were still not satisfied, they pushed me, beat me, and scolded me for being a wild child and a wild seed that no one wanted!"

These words also hurt little Gloria's mother, who trembled, and she replied sadly but firmly, "No, Gloria, you are not a wild seed!

"But why is my hair color completely different from my mother's? I'm not really my mother's child, am I?" asked little Gloria sadly.

"Of course you are!" said her mother, in a loving voice, "except that you are more like him, and you are Gloria Shelley!

The word 'Shelley' is said very lightly.

Charlotte didn't know if little Gloria, who was immersed in grief, had heard it, but he noticed this particular word.

On the continent of Ophelia, there was an ancient noble city-state family with the surname Shelley, but that family had perished more than thirty years before Charlotte's time.