The yarn arched its hostess with its slightly wet nose, its cherry-like pink nose spewing two hot breaths into Jora's hands. Lying in a velvet quilt woven with gold threads, Jora, who exposed most of her body, turned sideways. Black strands of hair brushed the tip of his nose and scattered on this soft mattress embroidered with red roses and spices.

The female warrior who once heroically killed the enemy on the battlefield is now like a lazy cat. Jora has lost count of how long she's not been to the barracks, and since the death of her brother Oban, she's been spending less and less time there. At the beginning, I ran to the camp every once in a while, and by the way, I also practiced swords or something. But now, Jora can barely remember what the barracks looked like, and even the feeling of having a long sword in her hand is a matter of the last century.

Now all she lives is the White Castle room, the dining room, the garden, and the cat in front of her.

This is a male cat with beautiful fluffy hair. It had a shiny coat of gold, pierced ears and a pair of golden earrings. There are ancient words on it that means "God's blessing". The cat is very docile, with peculiar pupil colors of one blue and one gold. It would always look at Jora quietly, so in the cat's eyes, Jora was able to find peace for a while.

The fluffy fur made the male cat curl up like a hairball, so Jola gave it a proper name.

The yarn ball was a gift from Lanza, Gilles's newly hired staff. is almost forty years old, but Lanza has a beautiful skin that makes women jealous, and a face that is more beautiful than a woman, and is as charming as a flower. His words are fragrant poison, and his eyes are deadly tender. In the more than two months that Lanza has been in the White Castle, Jora alone knows that seven or eight women have become his lovers.

Before that, these women were other people's wives or daughters.

As for the outside of the White Castle, Jora doesn't know how many lovers he has. Jora didn't like Lanza, and although he was polite, every time he looked at Jora, Jora had the urge to slash him with a sword. It was a naked and provocative look, and Lanza didn't care about the occasion or the person. Jora had to admit that his audacity had a fatal appeal to many women. But that only made her feel sick, and under Lanza's pretty appearance, it seemed like a nest of poisonous snakes.

Jora didn't know why Gilles would hire such a person.

In contrast, although his brother's staff member in the past, the man who called himself Mr. Long, although he was a little more mysterious, his demeanor was much more dignified. Unfortunately, he seems to be serving Alan now, otherwise Jora would have tried to persuade Gilles to bring Mr. Long back.

I had tried my best to avoid thinking of him, but at this moment, Allen's voice and appearance were remembered in my heart again. Jora sighed and covered herself with the covers, isolating her from the outside world. The yarn ball was not satisfied with this, and it tried to get into the quilt so that it could stay with the hostess. So Ruola's nose was full of the fragrance of the male cat's body, like the fragrance of flowers, and it was a little lighter. The smell is calming, which is why she loves yarn balls.

According to Lanza, this kind of cat, which exudes a natural scent, has to be fed a variety of plants and flowers since childhood. Jora doesn't know how the fish-eating cat changed to eat flowers and plants, but it won't be a pleasant memory.

Ruola hugged the cat, the quilt was darkly fragrant, and she was sleepy.

The sound of a knock on the door just dispels Jora's sleepiness, and she pops her head out of the quilt and asks lazily, "Who is it?" ”

"Mademoiselle, Ms. Vera is here."

Jora nodded: "Take her to the living room, entertain the guests for me, I'll be there later." As she spoke, she emerged from the quilt and looked at herself in the mirror. Hair is messy, the face is gray, the eyes are blue, and the lips are colorless. Is this sick woman still the self who once galloped on the battlefield? Jora didn't have an answer to this question for a while. She can only comb her hair, put on blush, apply lip gloss, draw eyebrow line, and put on eye makeup, and strive to restore her former self. Finally, he changed into an elegant long dress, beckoned to the woolen ball, and left the bedroom with the cat.

Eren had not been heard from since she was gone, but Vera always visited her a few days of the month. This girl and Father Miró brought a whole new sect to the people of Ark Harbor, and Jora, a Christian who embraces only one deity, has also heard of it. She also knew that with Gilles' support, the nascent sect had gained a foothold in Ark Harbor. Right in the city center, a church is under construction and is expected to be completed by the end of this winter.

Before you know it, Vera has become an important figure in Ark Harbor. Almost every banquet or banquet, the organizer will always try their best to invite her to attend. Ever since the news of Vera's prophecy to Gilles spread, people have been curious about the girl who claims to be able to peek into the future. And after Vera's prophecies to several big names were accurately fulfilled, she became famous, and it was hard to find a face.

Sometimes even Jora sighs at the wonder of fate when she thinks about it, a girl who no one knew about a few months ago, but now she is more familiar than herself. Now people in Ark Harbor may not know Jora, but they will definitely know Vera.

The living room is in sight.

Jora turned through the hallway, and the afternoon light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the floor and tables a golden color. Vera sat in the sun, dressed in black and as holy as an angel. Even as a woman, Jora had to admit that there was an unusual charm about this young girl. Her holiness with a bit of indifference will always make men want to boldly invade, so as to see if the girl who has shed her holy cloak will go crazy.

Of course, no one has dared to do this until now, not even the Earl of Gilles, who has been pursuing him after meeting him a few times. After all, whoever violated this holy woman would have to face the wrath of more than 10,000 believers. What's more, the Church's armed force "Crusaders" have also arrived in Ark Harbor, and one of the elite forces composed of all level 10 knights protects Vera day and night.

Even Gilles couldn't touch this sacred flower.

"Good afternoon, Miss Jora."

When she saw Jora, Vera stood up and saluted, every detail of her being handled impeccably. Because it's too perfect, it gives people a sense of indifference. Jora smiled lazily and sat down across from Vera. The ball of yarn jumped on top of her, curled into a hairball. Jora gently ran her fingers over his fur, and the tom barked pleasantly.

"Are things going well in the church?" Jora asked casually.

"Thanks to you, everything is going according to plan. The church has been settled, and now there are congregants. As long as we continue to operate like this, in another two or three years, our influence can radiate to several other counties. ”

"That's fine, if you need any help, you can always come to me." Jora smiled faintly.

Vera looked up and stared at the face of the woman in front of her. Ruola looked a little uncomfortable for her, and forced a smile: "What, do I have dirty things on my face?" ”

"Miss Jora, you haven't slept well in a few days?" Vera sighed, "Your face is as pale as those addicts, and your breath is as light as a gust of wind. With all due respect, are you sick? ”

Jora laughed, "You're worrying too much, Vera. I'm in good health, and with the yarn ball with me, I feel better than before. ”

"Maybe you should get a doctor to check it out, Miss Jora. I am not alarmist, you are the only friend of Sir Alan that he cannot rest assured of. As his dear friend, I have an obligation to remind you to pay more attention to your health. Vera said seriously.

"Don't worry?" Jora laughed at herself, "If Baron Alan really can't reassure me, why didn't he come to visit me in person." Oh, I heard that his viscount certification has passed, and now he is a viscount. ”

Vera shook her head and said, "Sir Alan didn't mean to be away for so long, and we are looking forward to his return. But believe me, Miss Jora, Sir Alan does have something to do. ”

"Okay, I see." Jora felt a pang of boredom for no apparent reason, yawned and waved, "I'm tired, Vera." I think I'll have to take a break, and if there's nothing to do, I'll take my leave. ”

This is the most obvious eviction order, Vera got up when she heard this: "It's time for me to say goodbye, please forgive me for being presumptuous." ”

As she was about to leave, Vera looked back at the ball of yarn, "Miss Jora, if you don't have to, stay away from that cat." As far as I know, cats are sometimes very good at causing disaster. ”

"Yarn balls, you say?" Jora lifted the tom and barked at the hostess in a cute manner. Jora shook her head and smiled, "You're too sensitive, Vera, how can this little thing cause any disaster." ”

Vera nodded, and then left. When she closed the door, the woman who was combing the hair of the male cat looked so lonely through the crack in the door.

The door closed completely.

Vera turned around and stopped. At the front of the hallway stood a man in his thirties, dressed in a high-necked silk tunics. The corners of this burgundy robe are embroidered with gold thread with blooming roses. He must have had something like a sachet hidden in his body, because he stood there, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. He showed a mouthful of white teeth, and a warm smile appeared on his face, which was still several points more delicate than the woman: "Good afternoon, dear Miss Vera. ”

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lanza." Vera said expressionlessly, and when Lanza's handsome face, which had thrilled countless women, met Vera's eyes, it gradually disappeared as if she had sunk into a bottomless abyss. Vera swayed slightly, and she saw some slice of the future in Lanza's body.