She remembered in a book that there was a poisonous snake -- a viper in Isoppe's territory, which usually hid in the rose bushes, showing only its eyes, and showing its fangs when people took it lightly - but their eyes were beautiful red, and they felt "decorative" rather than "dangerous" in the roses, like roses and red wine. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The implication of all this is that what looks like a bright smile and a bright appearance is actually ugly-looking, with the malice of poisonous fangs.

Like now—she felt like she was being surrounded by such stares.

"Fitney Wizdem...... There is no talent for using magic. ”

The Family Cathedral, where Fitnair stands under a large sail arch carved with reliefs of the goddess, is also the center, the symbol of hope, and the beautifully carved pedestal.

She listened to the ritualistic voice coming out of the mouth of the white-robed priest standing in front of her, and even though the expression on her face did not change, her body still cooled inexorably a little bit.

For a moment, as if she had hung her head with some regret—Fitney's neatly combed white-blond hair, with a few strands hanging down to cover part of her cheeks—her blue-purple eyes "inadvertently" streaked over those present.

People who travel in formal clothes like themselves have different expressions at this time, but their eyes are the same.

The same - "sarcasm", "play", "pity".

Their pessimistic expressions were surprising, and in fact, it was Fitney's observation of other people's actions that was most surprising - she saw the reaction of these people in the first place, and it was not at all like the person concerned.

Fitnair withdrew her gaze, and as imperceptibly as the unnoticed glance, she exhaled softly—only now that she was thinking about what to do next.

"It's impossible, excuse me...... In the silence, the voice was particularly loud in the church, and Fitney was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to follow the sound like the others, as the woman who hurried forward, the ruffled skirt on the ground and the rustling sound of the woman trying to restrain the shock on her face, "Ronnay's performance in the family is the best in the history of the whole family. ”

"Mother, ......" Hearing this, Fitney was in a trance and said softly.

Her mother, who had always been rude, spoke aloud at this moment—and Phytenay could imagine how shocked she was.

Fitney Wizdem, the eldest lady of the Wizdem family - As the eldest lady of the most powerful Wizdem family in the Kingdom of Luther, Fitné was the only daughter of the Duke of Wizdem, and she grew up mixed with disappointment and hope - and in all her appearances, she never had the impetuosity and naivety that children often have.

At the age of twelve, she was sometimes better than many adults - even if her talent was not unprecedentedly good, and she achieved many commendable achievements, and in the eyes of many nobles, even if she was a woman, such performance would shake the strict aristocratic tradition of the Duke of Wizdem - and some even said that she would become the first female heiress of the Kingdom of Luther.

Yet what seemed like a glorious possibility, everything is shattered today - no matter what she has done.

Why? What happened?

713, 1st of the Queen's Month - This is the day of the awakening ceremony held by the Wyzdem family for the twelve-year-old Fitney who meets the conditions of the awakening ceremony, and she is to be measured how much she is capable of using magic.

"Alendia is above, the Holy See has always obeyed the will of God, and perhaps Miss Wizdem has other talents. The clergy of the Holy See was expressionless in the face of Mrs. Wizdem's questioning, and stated the facts in a cold tone.

It is true that anyone can have different talents in different places, and there will always be a good way out for people with abnormal talents...... Fitney turned his head and looked up at the priest who was much taller than himself even when he was standing under the stage - but for these nobles, the inability to use magic was not just a matter of talent.

The world is filled with magic, which is power, wisdom, and a symbol of power and wealth.

A nobleman who can use magic can become the head of the family even if he does not know how to do it.

You can't use mana, so ......

"What's the difference with civilians?"

"It's really pitiful, even the youngest son of the Avril family, who is the most sloppy now, can control the magic power......"

"The inheritance has nothing to do with Fitney...... I'm curious which of her relatives will get it. ”

"The Duke of Wizdem will be in the seat for decades. ”

"Not having an heir is a big problem......

Fitney frowned without a trace—the priest's words drew more talk, and the otherwise subtle malice in the eyes of the onlookers was all the more obvious.

She was supposed to shine in this elaborate awakening ceremony, even becoming the heir to the family, shaking the traditions of the Luther kingdom, and perhaps becoming a bard song - but now - no doubt this awakening ritual that was supposed to be used to show off Wyzdem's thriving awakening became a laughing stock among the nobility.

"You all ......" Mrs. Wizdem was very sensitive to this malice, and trembled, and Fitney could not help but turn her head again to look at her mother, who had never been in good health, and felt a little tired for no reason.

"Mrs. Bank, may I ask if you have retrieved your daughter, I miss Miss Bank so much. Fitney sighed, walked off the stage calmly, and when he passed by a noble lady who had participated in the discussion, his voice was neither loud nor small, although immature, but also very calm.

It seems that she is not the one who was sentenced to the "death penalty" of not being able to use magic.

The woman, who was called Mrs. Bank, turned pale, and the nobles who had been standing with her stepped back without a trace, and then they all looked at each other with fans depicting ornate patterns, and their eyes showed a hint of disgust for Mrs. Bank.

Miss Bank, a "stupid woman" who had eloped with a commoner the other day, was a shame for the Banks family, or for all the nobles, compared to the joke that Fitney couldn't use magic at this time—not to mention the fact that the Banks were almost embarrassed.

The voices around her calmed down a lot because of her words.

Fitney was very good in the family, but she was rarely in the limelight, and many people's impression of her stopped at hearsay—now she was wearing a black skirt, and her little pale face was the same as that of a twelve-year-old, but her temperament was not the same.

She stood in front of the nobles, full of warnings—even if the result was unsatisfactory, the Wizdem family would still not be blasphemed—and the nobles all withdrew their strange glances at Fitney, and some even had some different evaluations in their hearts.

"Mother, I'll do my best. Seeing that no one was speaking, Fitney went up to her mother, and held out her hand, and Mrs. Wizdem, still in a trance, obediently let her go forward out of trust in her daughter.

Madame Wizdem was very beautiful, and Fitney's white-blond hair and somewhat pale countenance were inherited from her, and even though she was a little older, she still dressed like a maiden.

Sometimes this mother will make her have the idea of mother-daughter role reversal.

"Mademoiselle is tired, and the Duke wants Mademoiselle and Madame to go back to their room for a rest, and the others are invited to continue the festivities held in Wizdium. At that moment, a voice came from the platform on the second floor, interrupting everything that was about to happen—the Duke and the like were all there.

Fitney tilted his head slightly, looking at the flag that hung there—the black bird, the family crest of Wizdem.

They were up there, watching all this happen, and crudely stopping everything, and she had to go back and wait for her fate?

Fitné was speechless, and helped Mrs. Wyzdem towards the outside of the church with the maid who had hurried over—walking past layers of stately and delicate skeletons, until she pushed open the thick wooden door of the church and saw the blue sky and white clouds outside, and Fitnair exhaled, and for the first time felt that she could not adapt to the fresh air that she had lived in for twelve years, she felt relaxed.

But it was only for a moment.

"Ma'am?"

"Mother!"

Fitnair was looking at the light outside, and when she felt a little dazzled, she felt something fall beside her, followed by the maid's exclamation, and she was stunned to see the woman who was not in good health unconscious.

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"Madame needs to rest for a while, so please go back and rest Mademoiselle. Fitney stood by the door until the doctor pushed it open—his words were unquestionable.

Fitnair sighed, glanced through the crack in the door at the frail figure with his eyes closed, and turned to walk towards his room.

It is not surprising that her mother had fainted at this time because she had given birth to herself—but even if she was guilty, there was no way to take good care of her at the moment—and Fitney was suspicious, or rather unwilling.

Isn't the status of this ritual really something she can shake?

And secondly......

Opening the door of her own room, and closing it again, all her strength seemed to be exhausted, and Fitnair leaned against the door, hanging her head and not knowing what to think—she was alone in the silent lounge, and a shadow hung over her, as if the petite girl was fragile and truly twelve-year-old.

"Damn!" However, after a moment, the fragile girl suddenly raised her head and slammed her fist against the door.

The fragile and manic appearance of the proud and withdrawn Miss Wizdem has never been shown in front of others.

"Miss Fitney, do you have any troubles. At this moment, the voice of a well-dressed maiden reached the ears of Fitney, who raised his head and looked at her—his calm and calm attitude was not at all what a girl should have, and there was more in his eyes the determination to die at any time.

Fitnair was startled at first, and then remembered something, all of which interrupted her chaotic and complicated thoughts—she grabbed her hair helplessly, as if she had just remembered that there was such a person: "I was negligent, it's all right...... Your Majesty. ”

"I don't know what you're worried about, but I think you're in a very bad situation right now, has your ritual failed?" The maid's expression didn't change when she was called Your Majesty, but when she looked closely, the corners of her eyes crossed a hint of self-deprecation the moment she heard the title, "I haven't been able to help you anything, while I still exist, please say." ”

"No...... Thank you, but I think I ......" Fitney refused her, then walked over to the box beside her and took out a thick book.

This is a basic book for the nobility, about the ritual of awakening, written by the Holy See.

The aristocracy believed in Irontia and regarded magic as Ironia's reward, and the noble and pious were given the right to use it, but the mediocre and incompetent could not—the awakening ritual determined the future of a nobleman, and at this time Fitney's future was bleak—she couldn't help but throw the book back into the box.

Fitney's mind swept over the appearance of the mother who had fainted, and she couldn't help but feel a headache, thinking that her efforts were useless, everything was not as good as this so-called awakening ceremony, and she couldn't help but say after the headache: "Your Majesty." ”

"Call me Jane, Jane Gray. Jane looked at her, "I've read this book, but unfortunately I don't understand it all, if it's against the Holy See, I think I have some experience." ”

Yes, your experience has sent you to the guillotine...... Fitney said in her heart, and the feeling of helplessness made her can't help but say to the woman next to her: "Do you remember how you felt when you went to the guillotine?"

Jane was stunned for a moment, and then calm: "I don't remember, I was praying with the Lord at that time, and I had no time to take care of anything else." ”

It's good, she really doesn't need the help of the god stick at all now......

But in fact, she didn't know what to do, did she? Fitnair suddenly felt that her heart was too chaotic to do anything, and she didn't know what she was supposed to do at this time.

"Lornay," Fitney got up and wanted to go outside, presumably to get some fresh air. Jane seemed to remember something, and called her nickname, "You are similar to me, but you don't trust me, but I hope that I can make a difference when I am summoned." ”

"It might be a good thing to go back quietly. Fitnair had no intention of comforting the others, especially the "summons" - she didn't look back, and the door had already been pulled open by her.

"You have amazing talents, but when your talents are not used by the family, then you can only be a tool," Jane Gray's voice sounded with the slight creak of the door opening, extremely cold, "The easiest way for a woman to become a tool is through marriage." ”

Fitnair was stunned, and when she turned her head, Jane disappeared into thin air without warning.

One second he was still alive, and the next second he turned into air.

The summoning time has ...... It's here.

"Mademoiselle, the Duke would like you to come to the living room. At this moment, the maid's voice sounded, and Fitney trembled slightly and turned his head.

"What's going on. A bad premonition rose in her heart, and she stared into the maid's eyes, which had an irresistible majesty in their blue-purple eyes.

"It seems to be a marriage to the Arrenniu family......" the maid blurted out, looking in a trance for a moment.

The last step failed in the awakening ceremony, and the next moment she was in a hurry to squeeze out the remaining value?

"This damn otherworld. ”