Madame Gloria looked tenderly at her daughter, Olves, and she gently put on the red agate necklace for her, though her daughter's skin was much more beautiful than the jewel. She wanted to create a sense of closeness through this behavior, especially if Olves became more intimate with her father.

Duke Kellogg understood her thoughts even more through his daughter's performance, the former general had never been instructive about Olweis's martial arts just because she was his daughter and not his son, even though he knew that his daughter was more talented in magic, and that one could not reach the end of two paths at the same time.

For him, he is happy that his children will suffer setbacks and failures sooner, because the further they go in life, the more severe the setbacks will become, and the more difficult it will be for people to get up.

Olwess listened to the sound of the horses' hooves and knew that the Marquis of Lot's mansion was about to arrive, but she didn't lift the curtain like a normal girl to take a look.

She had been kidnapped at the age of twelve, and at that time she was still somewhat obsessed with the traditional world of this aristocracy, and the first thing she saw when she lifted the curtain was a flying steel arrow that flew past her ear and nailed the nurse sitting beside her to the seat.

The banquet at the Marquis's Palace tonight was unprecedentedly lively, which may have something to do with the fact that the eldest son of the Marquis who was far away in the imperial capital was canonized the Order of the Green Oak, but from the perspective of a young man, it was only because Duke Goldmers, a friend of Marquis of Roth, wanted to come with a daughter.

Although most people had heard of Olwesse's miraculous countenance, only a few had seen it, so when four swarthy horses galloped along in a carriage bearing the coat of arms of the Goldmers, the Marquis of Lot kindly opened the door of the hall so that the young men who could not find a place by the window could still stand at the door without looking very embarrassed.

Olwes waited for the knight of the family to lift the curtain for her parents and herself, and the moment the carriage melted into the night, she lifted her skirt and descended, perhaps because the long blue dress was so charming that the banquet was silent for a moment.

An aristocratic boy shouted, "None of the moon goddess Nirodina has such beauty, and I almost doubt that I have just woken up from a dream." ”

The first pair of eyes that greeted him were Olves's idiot-like eyes.

Among the aristocratic teenagers of the Otman Empire, there are about a quarter of the officers, a quarter of the magicians, and half of the gentlemen, although this ratio seems acceptable, but this is the average after accepting the imperial capital and the core provinces of the imperial capital.

In the province of Floda, on the southern border of the empire, we don't use the term proportions, and if we want to mention which noble youth is better, we can write down their names and surnames, and these people can be counted in two slaps anyway.

At a glance, Olwes saw several descendants of the Goldmers family, which was probably her designated main interlocutor at the banquet tonight. Seeing that her parents naturally left her and walked towards the Marquis of Roth, she also had to take the glass from the waiter's hand and walk towards the young girls.

Peterson, the second heir of the Borgia family, Novka, the fourth heir of the Medici family, and Helos, the third heir of the Paz family, silently recited their family background in their hearts a few more times, alerting themselves to the note in the palm that could be seen through the crystal cup disappeared in a little spark.

Suddenly, there was a figure in front of her, but fortunately, she inherited from her father and her posture was also very tall, and she didn't need to look up to see Angeldere's dazzling blonde hair and handsome smiling face, looking at the precious astrology book, Olwes resisted the urge to drop the crystal cup in her hand into the face of the stalker in front of him.

He smiled in surprise, turned sideways, as if he had just noticed Olweiss, and said, "I didn't expect you to come too, Miss Olweis, I wonder if that book of Rocky Medead is a tenth as charming as it seems?"

Olwes remembered the quaint book that she had temporarily squeezed into the corner of her study, and the corners of her mouth could only pull a slightly unnatural smile, and said, "As the great astrologer and philosopher said, the fate of all things is indeed strangely wonderful. ”

Anglide smiled, this was the first time he had really talked to Olves, it was a shame that he didn't know anything about astrology. The golden eagle of the Orman Empire is destined to be on the river of fate, and even the vast starry sky can only shed its mystery as a background.

But at this moment, a red-haired young man came up to Angliderick and saluted, and smiled quite funny, and said, "Your Highness, if your vigorous pace is tighter, we will not be able to complete the schedule before this endless night fades away." ”

Anglide looked at him gently, and there was no smile on his face because of his witty language, Count Peterson, one of the brightest rising stars of the Empire, had made the leap from viscount to earl at the age of fourteen with his military exploits, and many of his peers were still tired from the horse.

The two teenagers' gazes met silently and gracefully, but they quickly parted, and Peterson glanced disdainfully at the prince's back, taking in the fluctuations of the fighting spirit on the flashy saber.

The proud gaze did not linger on Angdere's body for too long, but glanced at Olvesse a few more times as he turned around, and saw him move a path out of the crowd, as if his demeanor had taken on his father's military power.

Olwes sighed, the teenager in this world is not more precocious and excellent than the lack of precociousness and excellence in the previous life, she naturally knows what the bright new star in front of her wants to get from her, but the replacement of the heir of a big family Even if she is injected with the strength of her in-laws in advance, it has to be accompanied by a bloody storm.

Just a fourteen-year-old honorary knight of the Imperial Royal Rose Order, the status of the second heir is indeed a little lower for him.

She saluted and smiled, Novka and Helos were closer to her, Novka was too far away from the position of the heir of the family, and there were two male heirs in front of Helos, and they were all looking for their own way out of the talented people's ceremony, so that they would not be too embarrassed during the coming-of-age ceremony.

"Olvis, you're still so beautiful, I heard that you're only one step away from a high-level magician, is that true?"

In the face of Heloth's affectionate hug, she was still a little unnatural, but it was also very subtle, and she smiled, "I have to wonder if I have a faithful servant in my house now." After a pause, she added, "Helos, the idea of one step away is a bit cunning, it should be said that I have reached the bottleneck between mid-level and high-level magicians. ”

Helos sighed, her eyes showing pure envy, and said, "Although it is rumored that the body of the sea is as bright as the bright moon in the history of magic, I believe that it was your efforts that made it happen."

What you have accomplished today, Weiss. ”

Olwes scratched the tip of her nose lightly, and made no secret of her delight, perhaps because of Heloth's clear and delicate heart, she had to admit the status of her close friend for the past six or seven years, even though she actually regarded her as a sister.

"Congratulations, Olves. "But the Chamber of Commerce I run also earns a lot of Caesar gold coins, see what gift I brought you?", Novka wiped the ruby ring on his middle finger, and a veil appeared in his hand.

It is really amazing, whether it is the simplicity and luxury that shows the depth, or the infinite thinness that can be seen by the naked eye, I think Novka must have spent a lot of thought on it.

Olweis was pleasantly surprised to find that it was still a magical item, and with it, it would not be too difficult to travel, "Thank you, Novka, as usual, you sent someone to send the materials, I won't pay out of my own pocket because I like it." ”

Novka stroked the ruby ring, smiled and nodded, it was a secret between the two.

Fortunately, the four of them quickly chatted about the recent events in the empire, and Heloth's suspicious gaze and Peterson's slightly piercing gaze did not last long.

The whole dinner continued with a melodious tone, talking, dining, and dancing, everything seemed to be in order, but Olwes couldn't help frowning, looking out the window, I don't know if it was her illusion, the breath of darkness flashed away.

Looking up at her father, Duke Kellogg, he was still talking and laughing with Marquis Roth, and a slightly raised heart was quietly put down.

Due to the joint efforts of the Holy Court and the Empire to kill the Dark Species, these dark Species with ancient histories quickly disappeared. However, since the famous vampire Duke Nonak used the Dark Seed to sweep away his political enemies in the dark night, the nobles of the Empire have discovered the only advantages of the Dark Seed other than danger, cunning, and blood.

In line with the principle of making the best use of things, every night in the empire today is no less dangerous than it was hundreds of years ago.

Olveis took a small step back, leaning against the wall, the purple magic streaks in her hands behind her spread outward like weeds, directly through the beautiful walls of countless murals into the endless night sky.

The gasps of those nights reached her heart through her "tentacles", and this simple "searching" magic did not tell her about the race and rank of these dark species, but at least it told her that these hundreds of dark night species at least did not receive invitations from Marquis Rot.

Suddenly, a gaze pierced through her "tentacles" and pinched her heart tightly, the breath of great fanaticism was warm and smellable around her snow-white neck, and the tips of her hair were blown up by a sudden breeze, the mockery of the hunter at the prey, the mockery of the absolute overriding of power.