Lynn walks alone in the familiar alleys of her hometown. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This alley crosses Winterfell's Silver Fir Avenue and runs southwest to Campbell Street, from where she grew up living at Viscount Manor.

Both sides of the alley were familiar to her. Many of her childhood memories were already blurred, but as she passed by, the memories that had been precipitated in the depths gradually resurfaced. She remembered her favorite crepe shop; the old woman who always held a huge flower cat and smiled kindly at her; And the flower shop owner who seemed to take special care of his mother.

So she walked into the familiar storefront, bought a cream crepe sprinkled with chocolate chips, and tasted the familiar taste; The old woman was still basking in the sun, looking as kind and beautiful as she had been more than ten years ago, except that the cat in her arms had changed to gray. She smiled and waved at the old woman in return for the same response, even if the other person didn't recognize her as she was; The place where the flower shop was located had been turned into a bakery, and the aroma of baked flour filled half the street, and she went in to look at it, without asking where the original shop and the owner had gone - everyone had their own life, and she just prayed silently in her heart that all good people could be happy.

Then she walked out of the alley. The road to the Viscount's Court has never been very busy, especially after the death of Viscount Campbell, her father. This was just right for Lynn. She took a small bite of a sweet crepe roll, letting the cool winter air wash her cheeks and savoring a moment of alone time.

They hadn't been separated for long since they met Yuffie again. Each brief separation often means that one of them, most of them Yuffie, needs to do something difficult and dangerous on his own. The longest of these was the time when Yuffie entered the spiritual network not long ago, which took four days and four nights. Lynn believes that this will happen many more times as their journey continues.

She is not worried that Yuffie will take the initiative to leave her, the two are not lovers, but they have enough trust to trust for a lifetime. However, Lynn also has some thoughts of her own.

Among his peers, his friend's wisdom, courage, and understanding of secret arts are far beyond ordinary people. On top of that, she has a body akin to a demigod, and an even more mysterious origin, as evidenced by Kulen Dahl's inexplicable importance to her, or her mother, who has disappeared.

This made Lynn feel a little stressed. As a lifelong friend, she wants to do her best to keep up with each other, even if Yuffie doesn't care. She played a lot in the recent Imperial prison, but she believed she could do more.

With the gates of the manor at hand, Lynn took the last bite of crepes into her mouth, wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, folded the cream-stained vellum paper, and walked briskly forward.

The guard in front of the door didn't recognize her changed appearance at first, but when he saw the seal ring she handed out, the vigilance on his face quickly turned to joy. He bowed respectfully, and told her warmly that Viscount Annaville Campbell had just returned to the city and was staying at the manor.

That's good news, Lynn thought to herself. Perhaps her mother will be able to answer her doubts - from childhood to adulthood, she can see everything in her heart in the right direction. She thanked the guards and walked into the manor, to the pavilion that her mother had loved before she fell ill.

The person she wanted to see was there. Annaville was dressed in a light knight's uniform and was practicing her sword in the setting sun. Her mother's figure was a little sharper than the last time she saw her, and her appearance looked a little more heroic, more in line with her mother in her childhood memories.

Annaville's swordsmanship tends to be light, but it is an out-and-out swordsmanship. Lin paused and watched for a moment, and came to a definite judgment - even if she had the physical advantage of the dragons, she would not be able to outperform her mother in hand-to-hand combat.

Then she approached the past. Mother placed the sword on the stone platform beside her and greeted her with a gentle hug.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Mia since I've been separated from Jill - but you're still the better you are." Annaville commented, answering her slight doubts, "Welcome back." ”

She felt her mother's familiar aura, and at least for a moment, all existing worries vanished.

……

Moments later, her mother took her back to the manor's study. The maid served fresh black tea to the two of them, and quietly retreated, leaving them alone.

"What's wrong?" Her mother looked at her face, "Is there something on your mind?" ”

She nodded, and slowly raised her thoughts and concerns on the road to her mother.

"Well, in that way—" Annaville held her chin, a little nostalgic in her eyes, "in 'The Oath of the Lily of the Valley', Jill was the most powerful, and Alicia was the most proficient in spells, and ......as for me," she laughed, "it's the most useless person." ”

"Huh?" Lynn couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly, "How is it possible, Mom, you're like this-"

"I'm telling the truth." Annaville said softly, "Those two sisters do have extraordinary backgrounds, abilities that are incomparable to ordinary people. Therefore, walking with them can occasionally feel a little stressful. She stroked the girl's short blonde hair, "If you want to be with Yuffie all the time, of course too." ”

"Then ......," Lin pursed her lips, "Mother, how did you solve this problem?" ”

"That's it." Annaville smiled gently, "If you were Yufe, what kind of person would you like your best friend to be?" ”

If she were Yuffie - in other words, she would have the same talent, identity, and mission as the girl. For her, making friends is obviously not for practical gain, but she also does not want to be attached or used by others.

She blinked, and already had the answer in her heart, "It's someone who doesn't think of me very well and can get along easily." ”

"Then make a hypothesis." Annaville continued, "If one day, you become someone even better than her, how would you want her to treat you? ”

"Needless to say." She immediately replied, "It's the same as now." ”

"That's it." The mother picked up the teacup and took a sip, "In addition, faith is also necessary." To be able to be a companion with them proves that I'm actually very good - that's what I want! ”

She couldn't help but be amused by her mother, and the last bit of worry in her heart faded. Then, she remembered her original purpose and turned the topic in that direction, "Has anyone in the city bought a large amount of medicinal herbs recently, can you please help investigate?" ”

To her surprise, her mother, as if she had anticipated this, picked up a folder from the desk in the study and handed it to her.

"Don't look at me like that, Alicia told me." Mother spread her hands and smiled contentedly, "Someone wants to cause trouble in Winterfell, and as a lord, I can't stand idly by. No matter who started it, I will let him know that the title of "Wind Dance" is not for nothing. ”

Lynn took a soft breath and responded to her mother with the same radiant look.

"Of course, so do I." She said, "After all, I'm probably going to inherit this territory in the future, right?" ”