A long, long time ago, probably more than a thousand years ago, Sylvia at that time was not a legendary powerhouse, he didn't even know magic at that time, and he was still ...... at that time Mankind. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sylvia, without a surname, is an ordinary person who lives in a village east of the Duchy of Tristram, a very small duchy in the south of the central continent of Cham. Sylvia could not remember his parents for as long as he could remember, and according to the villagers who helped him, a couple brought him to the small village. However, the couple bought a small house and disappeared within a few weeks, leaving only a few months old Sylvia, who did not know his parents' surnames, and the villagers only found a note on the table in the room with Sylvia's name written on it, so the people in the village called him Sylvia, but did not know his surname.

At that time, the abyss had not invaded the continent, so the continent was the most war-torn era, but fortunately, the small village where Sylvia lived did not have rich materials and unique products, because it was too poor, and there were no bandits nearby.

Sylvia barely survived to the age of twelve with the help of her kind neighbors in the village, and since he was six years old, she had been learning basic swordsmanship with the only whirlpool-level demon warrior in the village. So when he was twelve years old, he could barely go out hunting on his own, and except for a part of the meat he ate, the rest of the fur and the surplus meat Sylvia gave to the neighbors.

In this way, he spent the first thirteen years of his life uneventually, and when he was thirteen years old, there was another very strange family in the village, who was different from everyone else in the village. They were dressed in fine and luxurious clothes, and their words and deeds were very noble, and even the carriage in which they came here was inlaid with gold patterns.

The chief, who had been to the city twice with a little knowledge, told Sylvia that the family was most likely a down-and-out nobleman or a fugitive nobleman, and when they arrived in the village, I bought a house in the village, and this house was directly opposite the small house where Sylvia lived.

Keeping in mind the village chief's teachings, Sylvia had planned to try not to have anything to do with the family, but Sylvia herself, who had been raised by caring villagers, was also very hospitable. So after a hunt, Sylvia gave them some of the excess meat, and the strange uncle who combed his nonsense and talked in a strange tone did not teach Sylvia to be rude to him or anything, as the village chief said, but received Sylvia very warmly. Since then, when Sylvia has hunted her prey, she has always given a portion of the meat or fur to the family.

However, one day when Sylvia went to the house with her things, she found that the door was not opened by a gentlemanly uncle with a mustache or a kind aunt who always had a smile on her face, but a little blonde girl who looked smaller than herself, but had a fierce face.

Her long golden hair fell down to her thighs in big waves, the brilliant gold was like the light of the sun, and her big dark blue eyes seemed to contain a lake. The snow-white dress wrapped around her slightly green body, making Sylvia even think that she was the angel in the story the village chief told her.

Sylvia, who was still very young at the time, didn't know that this was what it was like to fall in love at first sight, and he had forgotten what he said and did when he first met the beautiful little angel. All he remembered was that he handed her what he was holding in a daze, and Sylvia didn't hear all the words she said, and finally Sylvia said goodbye in a daze, and then staggered back to her home.

Sylvia had never missed someone so much, and the day after she saw the little girl, whether Sylvia was going to hunt in the back mountains or eating at home, her mind was full of beautiful blue eyes. Although Sylvia often gave things to his neighbors, usually once every three or four days, in order to see the little girl, he went up to the back mountain the next day to hunt again, and then went to the house again with meat and furs.

But this time it was the gentleman uncle who came out to see him, and Sylvia, who was a little shy, was not embarrassed to ask the uncle who the little girl was and where she was, so she just gave the uncle what she had in hand and said goodbye.

From that time on, Sylvia would spare an hour every day to wander around the house, hoping to see the little girl again.

But things turned out to be contrary to Silwell's wishes, and he didn't see her again for a month after the first time he saw her, until that day......

In fact, Sylvia's own physical fitness is not very good, so even if he has studied basic swordsmanship with that uncle for six years, his strength can only be regarded as a secondary peak, and there is even a big gap from the vortex level. And he kept hunting once every three to five days because there were not too many harmless animals in the mountains, and if he killed them too quickly, he would have to deal with those beasts, and those beasts would not be easy to have with Sylvia's current strength.

Sylvia now completely ignored the previous policy, he had to go hunting once a day and bring things to the house opposite the door, so that the harmless animals became fewer and fewer, and Sylvia had to start trying to deal with the ferocious beasts.

Towards dusk, Sylvia carried a giant wolf larger than himself, and there were three deep wounds on his left arm.

The wish that had been awaited for a month finally came true, and it was the blonde girl that Sylvia had been dreaming of for a long time to open the door, she was still as beautiful as Sylvia remembered, but his temper was not at all as good as Sylvia had guessed.

"Is there some conspiracy for you to send things to our house every day?" the little girl crossed her arms and squinted at Sylvia.

Sylvia, who was not in the depths of the world, was obviously a little overwhelmed by such a question, he scratched his head a little embarrassed, and then said, "No, it's because you're my neighbor, and I can't eat so much prey alone, and it will be bad at home, so I'll send some to you." ”

But Sylvia's slightly embarrassed answer did not satisfy the little girl, and her words became more intense: "What is not, isn't it? A big boy can't speak more confidently? You used to send it to our family once every three days, but now it has become once a day, and I see that you send us the most to our family, and you dare to say that you have no conspiracy." ”

Sylvia, who really couldn't answer, had a hot head, so she said without thinking, "I often send things...... It's because I want to see you......"

Girls' minds are always precocious than boys, and Sylvia's unintentional words, coupled with his not-so-bad appearance, suddenly made the little girl speechless, and she trembled her lips and instantly flushed her face. However, she blushed not because she liked Sylvia, but because Sylvia's statement was too easy to misunderstand, and what girl didn't want a handsome young man to say that she liked her.

She pushed open the door of the iron fence and took the things in Sylvia's hand, and then blushed and said, "No, don't talk nonsense, just send something, don't say something I don't understand." ”

Looking at Sylvia, who was standing there staring at her face stupidly, the little girl felt a burst of amusement, and then asked a little slowly, "Both, are they all neighbors, I don't know what your name is?"

Hearing the little girl's question, Sylvia hurriedly nodded as if she had just woken up from a dream, and then replied, "Sylvia, it's good if you call me Sylvia." ”

The little girl was holding something that Sylvia had handed him, and when he heard Sylvia say her name, he smiled softly and said, "My name is Angelina Yvette Kitty McDowell! ”