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It is located in the province of Leeds on the eastern shore of the Sea of Maditrenier.

It is a huge city, with a population of seven million, and is the capital of the Holy Light Empire.

Wright has a long history.

It was the capital of the Kingdom of Leth long before the empire was founded.

Later, the coup d'état of Wright I succeeded, and the city became the capital of the Holy Light Empire.

As the territory of the Holy Light Empire continues to expand, many people with different customs and nationalities continue to pour into the city, making its architectural styles more and more diverse.

In this city, you can find stone houses with domes, towers with spires, and even bungalows all made of mud.

Of course, most of them are the cramped, muddy, stinking streets of the civilian area, and the cluttered and low wooden houses on both sides.

However, since this city is the imperial capital, it naturally gathers the richest and most powerful people in the country.

Entering the city from the east gate, passing through two urn castles and several city walls, and then passing through a dilapidated shanty town, the scenery will suddenly change.

On both sides of the road, there are huge mansions and courtyards.

These courtyards are often extravagant and even have their facades painted with gold powder.

It was a merchant area, and even if the wealthy merchants of the Holy Light Empire could not settle here, they would find a way to buy a place to live.

Having a place in the heart of the empire seems to bring them closer to the nobles.

But the nobles are still high above the ground after all, and it is the extent of the noble district to continue to walk west for three hours.

It is located in the heart of the city.

Judging from the coats of arms on the mansions of high-ranking officials and the luxurious carriages that passed by from time to time, it seems that many of the families were older than the empire itself.

At the heart of the aristocratic district is a complex of royal palaces covering several square kilometers.

Most of these palaces are in the column-like style, and the pillars are thick at the top and thin at the bottom, except for the eaves above the column head and a three-vertical line pattern decoration on the top, the appearance of the palace is not too redundant decoration, full of masculine atmosphere.

But to the west of the complex, there are several Ionic marble palaces of very different styles.

The stone pillars of the palace are slender and white, decorated with elegant concave and convex lines, which appear soft and rational.

These beautiful palaces belong to Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Empire.

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Around the palace is a huge sea of sweet and fragrant flowers.

Full of blooming lilies, daisies and anemones.

This is the royal garden used by Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Cobbled paths divide the garden into seven sections of varying sizes, each with a fountain made of white marble.

Among them, the fountain in the middle is the largest, decorated with a white angel round sculpture holding a water bottle.

The clear water is constantly sprayed from the water bottle, and the knocking on the surface of the water forms a mist.

The mist of water forms a dreamy rainbow under the warm sunlight.

Next to the fountain, there is a lush forest.

At this moment, in the mottled shade of a tree in the woods, a beautiful girl with silver hair was sitting among the flowers, with a few books casually placed beside her.

Under the silky light, specks of light through the leaves swayed around her, and the breeze blew her beautiful long silver hair and white silk robe, which looked very comfortable and comfortable.

The silver-haired girl did not look at the few books beside her at this time, but looked intently at a silver wire mirror inlaid with sapphire in her hand, and her beautiful silver eyes had a hint of a smile.

It was a magic mirror.

What appeared in the mirror was not the delicate and beautiful face of her girl, but the ever-changing images.

It's like a miniature TV.

The most frequent appearance in the Magic Mirror is a blonde girl with a sweet smile.

This girl is the High Priest Helen. Brontë.

When she is happy or ugly in the mirror, the smile on the corner of the silver-haired girl's mouth always thickens.

Suddenly, the girl's smile froze.

At this time, many ugly and terrifying zombies appeared in the mirror, and a graceful figure dancing in the middle of them.

Her satin-soft black hair, jewel-like black eyes, and her beautiful pale face with a look of concentration and confusion......

Everything about the woman in the mirror radiates infinite charm in a strange moonlight.

The silver-haired girl seemed to be obsessively staring at the beautiful face of the woman in the mirror, especially the tightly pursed lips of the other.

Until, the woman in the mirror jumped high and slashed the dagger in her hand at incredible speed.

It looks like it's split directly into a mirror.

Then, her image vanished.

"It's just an illusory dream...... Why...... It's reflected again......"

As if she had lost interest in the mirror, the girl looked up at the sky blankly.

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Suddenly, a girl with long, silky light brown hair, a meticulously groomed robe, and expensive crystal-polished monospecular lenses walked through the woods and entered the sight of the silver-haired girl.

"Your Highness."

Although the age of the person who came was not very old, it gave people a deep and capable feeling.

"Miss Ciel, what's the matter?"

The silver-haired girl asked lightly.

"Miss Brontë has arrived."

The man replied.

"I'll be there shortly."

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