Irelia wore a soft dress and was alone in her room. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ever since her father's death, she has been taken by her brother Zelos to live in a large house in Ionia, where she spends her days doing nothing, fiddling with the flowers and plants in the courtyard, not knowing what to do.

She felt that she might not be able to adapt to such a life.

As a high-ranking officer, my brother is well paid, and the house he bought is naturally called luxurious, she hardly has to do anything, she can live here, she can be pampered, and there will be servants up and down to take care of it properly.

As she is now, she is groomed and dressed every day by servants, dressed up beautifully, and the lace bow on her pale pink dress makes her look like a delicate doll.

Although the elder brother settled everything, before leaving to return to his post, he doted on her neckline and whispered to her, "This is like a girl." But Irelia couldn't help but miss the days she had spent in the cabin.

Irelia finally understood why her father liked that kind of seclusion so much.

Despite the troubles, all life must be taken care of by herself, although the clothes are coarse cloth worn for comfort and convenience, although she frolicks in the woods every day, and makes friends with those magical creatures, she does not look like a girl.

But there is freedom, freedom, unlike here, where the beautifully decorated house covers her a little breathlessly, and the careful service of her servants makes her feel very uncomfortable, as if her hands and feet are superfluous.

Now she is like a canary, locked in a beautiful cage.

Alas. Maybe I'll get used to it.

She could only hope so.

Irelia sighed softly as she stared at the heirloom sword hanging on the wall above the fireplace.

The swordsmanship that her father was most proud of in his life was neither passed on to her nor her brother, nor did he accept apprentices, and the physical training she and her brother received since childhood was the most basic.

There is not a word about how this heirloom sword is controlled.

So now only this sword remains, hanging here alone, telling the glory of the past. And then......

Slowly obscured by dust, huh?

It is rumored that after the death of a swordsman, his soul will be etched into the sword he used in his life, so father, can you hear her voice?

For no reason, Irelia thought of her mother, who had died when she was very young, but it was only a vague but gentle shadow, the details of which had long since been erased by time.

She was known only as a remarkable and beautiful witch, and in her youth she charmed many with her amazing talent and beauty, but she always liked to cover her face with a veil.

She also learned from her father and others, and the only thing she left her was the veil she wore when she died.

Irelia caressed the touch of the tulle, then put it back in her closest pocket, and there seemed to be a soothing warmth in her heart, as if she could still touch her temperature.

It would be nice to have someone to talk to.

But now that her parents are dead, the only surviving relative is probably her brother Zeros, but he is a high-ranking officer in Ionia, and he is almost inseparable from his position for a moment.

And Ahri, the bewitching nine-tailed demon fox in the eyes of the world, but to Irelia, she is like her own sister. This time I said goodbye to her, and she was very sorry.

I don't know what happened to Ahri now.

This little fox, who doesn't know much about human feelings, will she understand that she has already unknowingly fallen in love with the guy she called "weak chicken"?

Irelia smiled shallowly, shook her head, and got up to pour herself a cup of tea, tiptoeing - if this was to be seen by the servants, I am afraid that she would not be able to "support herself" for a while, and she would not be able to get what she wanted.

At this time, she was startled by the sudden appearance of Qianying in the room.

It's the woman.

It was the young woman who visited the house that day with the black-clad swordsman who killed her father. This time, she was dressed in a light suit with some combat-style soft armor, which completely exposed her convex and backward proud figure.

The window beside her was open, and the wind blowing into the room gently stirred the curtains.

Irelia felt her whole body tense, like a cat with hair standing on end.

"Is that you?"

The other party still had such a coquettish look on his face. "What? Don't you welcome me? ”

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't be so cold. My name is Cassiopeia, the youngest daughter of General Du Kekao, and you can call me Cassie. Speaking of which, if it's about age, I'll call you sister. ”

"I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you."

"Ah, you're so good-tempered. This time, you look much more feminine, but unfortunately you still have the smell of Cinderella. She taunted her bitterly in that delicate voice.

The expression on Irelia's face was cold, "I'll ask one last time, what are you doing here?" ”

Seeing her serious expression, the good-skinned woman in front of her finally smiled and said, "I'm just here to get one thing—that heirloom sword." ”

"Despicable! Your father didn't even try to get his hands on his relics that day! ”

"He's him, I'm me."

"I'm never going to give it to you."

"Give it a try." The woman named Cassie laughed coquettishly and raised her hand as if to cover her mouth coquettishly, but suddenly a sharp dagger shot out from between her fingers!

Irelia's body jerked and dodged sideways, the dagger sweeping across her half-bare shoulders with a dark wind.

The nasal cavity was pumping incessantly, and a large amount of air was pumped into the undulating chest cavity.

Du Kekao, the mysterious man who killed his father, is revered as a sword saint, and even his youngest daughter, this delicate woman who seems to be weak, is definitely not a general person in swordsmanship.

"Hee-hee, let's play a game and see if you can dodge my knife." Cassie laughed, taking graceful steps. A long, narrow cold light flashed between her delicate fingers. "The poison quenched on this blade, if you want to kill a person, it will definitely not take more than five seconds."

There was a chill in her nice voice.

The voice fell, and the cold light "swished" in. Irelia hurriedly dodged, if she hadn't been trained in physical skills and reaction speed since she was a child, she probably wouldn't have been able to avoid the projected blade at all.

Cassie's movements were lightning fast, and the next dagger quickly blocked her path.

Irelia tripped over the corner of her skirt in a panic, this damn long dress! She shouldn't have been able to fight in such cumbersome clothing.

Irelia fell to the ground.

It's a dead deal.

"Looks like it's over, it's really boring."

Cassie played with the knife in her hand and smiled lazily, her tender tongue sticking out of her cherry mouth, as if to lick the deadly poisonous blade. This is the last temptation before killing, the head-scratching gesture of the victor alone.

The tip of his tongue licked the poisonous blade for a second, and the blade came out of his fingertips.

"Ding!"

A clash of lightning flashed in front of Irelia.

It was a sharp blade that blocked the throwing knife that was about to pierce Irelia's flesh - yes, just one, and the other three blades, glowing with familiar fire, pounced on Cassiopeia!

It's my father's heirloom sword!

Cassie's expression was also grim, her hands pressed on her body, and in the blink of an eye, several blades were caught between her fingers, shooting towards those flying blades, and Irelia, who had just escaped not far away.

The four blades seemed to possess spirituality, and quickly assembled a sturdy fan shield in front of Irelia's body, and the crisp sound of metal hitting them hit the ground one after another.

Then the heirloom Supreme Blade hovered in front of Irelia, exuding bursts of coercive power, as if it was confronting Cassiopeia in front of her.

At this time, there was a noise on the street outside the window, and Cassie seemed to be a little flustered on her face.

"Hmph, you're in luck." Cassie sneered and gracefully jumped out the window.

Irelia sat on the floor, watching in shock, and when Cassy's aura vanished, the heirloom sword also disappeared from its supporting strength and scattered to the ground.

The servant downstairs seemed to hear the noise from upstairs, and hurriedly ran up, seeing Irelia slumped on the ground, the heirloom sword falling in front of him, and more than a dozen blades scattered on the floor around him.

"Miss Ellie!" The servants were visibly frightened by the posture before them.

"It's okay...... I'm fine. Irelia said, "The sword...... Protected me. ”

"It's a blessing you're okay. Bless Karma! ”

"By the way, outside...... What happened? ”

"I heard that a demon fox broke into the city and was hurting people everywhere! It's terrible, Miss Ellie, you weren't just ...... Ay?! Miss Ellie! Where are you going? It's too dangerous out there now! ”

With her skirt in her hands, Irelia hurried downstairs and into the street, not even having time to change her shoes. The servant's worried exclamation was thrown out of her mind, and now all that was left in her mind was the soft name—

Ali.