After defeating Kukaren, Alina was happy for a day, and she was happy for a whole week when she received Jessica's apology letter. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info If it weren't for that day, she would have been interested in going to Kukara - although the taste of victory was sweet, but after all, it was Kazkaz that made her feel that it was not a real victory, and in any case she would have wanted to fight with real guns.

She asked many people, but none of them knew where Kukaran was, and some teachers even swore that they had never heard of a person named Kukaran in the academy, but that the dean's wife's pet dog was called Kukala. A bald warrior with a height of nearly two meters seemed to turn into a cloud of water vapor with a "bang", rising to the sky and disappearing without a trace.

It wasn't until Alina was asking Krendil for advice and suddenly remembered Kukaron's casual question that she knew that Kukaron hadn't turned into vapour. Klendir, who had always had a happy face (he earned a full 60 gold coins!), solemnly pressed his pen to his chin and said directly to his master with a little sadness: "He was expelled from school. ”

"Kicked out of school?"

Miss Jessica was furious and banned him. ”

"What school rules did he violate?" asked Alina, who had always been instilled with legal virtues by Christina, in surprise, "how can you quit?"

"Uh... This is a retreat in short. Krendil didn't know how to explain to Alina that in his mind, she would always be spotless.

"It's a shame. "I'd like to talk to him." ”

With an understated attitude, the boy suddenly felt worthless for Kukaron. The mighty warrior from Livia on the North Coast, who had always been an idol among the civilian students, won great honor for his master, broke the record of the academy, and was expelled from school after only one loss. It is also deliberately forgotten by almost everyone, even the kind Alina, it is just a pity that there is no opponent. She had no idea what that meant.

"Ma'am. This was the official title of the vassal for his master, and seeing Alina looking at him with some strange eyes, Krendil plucked up his courage and told the silver-haired girl about Kukaron's fate.

The half-elf girl was silent, and the happiness that would have kept her happy for a month came to an end.

Alina didn't expect that a battle that she only thought was a struggle for dignity would be a life-and-death battle for Kukaron, about the future and the survival of her mother. It shouldn't be like this, her kind instincts told herself that a hard-working, filial, and powerful genius should not end up like this just because of the anger of his master.

The silence lasted for a quarter of an hour, and finally the silver-haired girl spoke, "What can I do?"

Krendir thought for a moment, "No one knows where Kukaren is. ”

She knew that there was nothing she could do, nothing could be done.

So, a kind heart haunted her all the sunny mornings, until she went to the dormitory at noon to talk to Christina about it.

"It's not your fault. Christina patted her head and said, "It's none of your business, all the evil is caused by Jessica's vanity." ”

"Sister Christina, I suddenly discovered a terrible truth. The silver-haired girl sighed, "I read a lesson on the 'vassal law' and found that any bad master can make a vassal drop out of school, without any evidence, just a plausible excuse. ”

Christina paused, "Poor law is often seen as a helper of evil because of bad people. ”

Alina stared at her violet eyes with some confusion, and the latter withdrew her hand, with a bit of seriousness on her pale golden face, and said: "It is undeniable that there are indeed scum like Jessica among the nobles, but the nobles who advocate virtue and are keen to torture commoners are only a few after all. ”

"But at least, the law does not limit the torture of civilians by the black sheep. Why? Why would a genius suffer such a fate just because he was a civilian?"

"Because responsibility and power are equal. As aristocrats, we have so many responsibilities to take on. Christina said, "Alina, you were born in the realm of the elves, and you may not know that in this dark continent, in the face of aggressive gods, we need to give more, and we need to hone our virtues all the time. Have you ever tried to get up before six o'clock in the morning to prepare for a poetry meeting? Do you know how many languages, poems, manners we need to learn?"

Alina shook her head, "Actually, I'm a little confused, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with fighting against God believers or anything. ”

"The cultural, economic, military... Everything has to be borne by the aristocracy, how can it bear all this without virtue? Wonderful words are like singing, which is the best communication, the best communication. Alina, I know you don't understand. So, you haven't really learned etiquette and good communication. "Moreover, in the years of war, we nobles need to put on armor and face the savage gods in person. On that day, if my brother were to die on the battlefield, I would have personally taken the staff and appeared on the battlefield to lead the people of the empire into battle. Without our leadership, they will soon succumb to the believers in God. ”

"But more often than not, civilians are dying on the battlefield. "Many families have been left with tears and never seen their loved ones again. ”

"Alina!" Christina was a little displeased, in fact, the silver-haired girl was also a little surprised by her words, what she didn't know was that the past hidden in the depths of the sea of memories subconsciously affected her. "I don't know where your prejudice comes from, maybe it's because you haven't seen it because of the good things in the Elven Kingdom, and the horror of the foolish people is far beyond your imagination. ”

"Fools?"

"The people of the empire are inherently stupid, and we need our virtuous leadership to radiate the light of civilization in this dark continent. ”

"But none of the civilians I've seen so far are stupid, but they've been brought back to life by some scum, and no one stands up for them. ”

Christina covered her mouth with a handkerchief and chuckled, "Alina, Alina, shall I tell you a story?"

Alina nodded.

"Fifty-nine years ago, there was an extremely terrible plague of magic in the southern part of the Empire. Stupid commoners, instigated to believe some false rumors, destroyed the country aristocratic estates in search of a non-existent antidote, causing chaos in the countryside, and soon, famine came with the plague, they lost most of their sanity, stormed the blockade, and spread the plague and hunger. Things are out of control, but there are still many people who have hope for them. Christina put down her handkerchief and smiled, but Alina noticed that her fingers were tightly pinching the corner of the handkerchief, "Five brave nobles, unraveling the murderers behind them, they have shown the truth in front of the refugees, but the fools have long since completely lost their minds. I don't know who shouted out the liars, the antidote is on them. As a result, the brave five nobles fell into the vast sea of people. ”

She paused, put away her smile, and dug her nails into her palms, "My mother's aunt died in that riot, she died in a carriage full of food that she paid for, and the mercenaries who had protected her had already taken off their coats and joined the mob. My mother kept nagging me that my aunt was the best person for her. She was a kind person, and her corpse, disheveled. ”

Alina was silent, staring into her tear-filled violet eyes before she said, "I'm sorry. ”

Christina turned her head and looked out the window at the bright world, revealing her usual beautiful smile, "The sun is so beautiful today, dear Alina, are you interested in visiting my manor?"

The sun is undoubtedly beautiful today, and Jessica thinks so, standing at the open window, facing the bright sunshine, opening the birdcage.

The chubby golden feather finch cries happily a few times, flies out of the cage door, and lands on the window frame. The brown-haired girl stroked its head lightly, flicked its wings slightly, and the golden-feathered finch spread its wings and flew slowly up the branches.

Jessica rested her hands on her cheeks and admired the golden feather finch in the sun. At this time, she often fantasized about what kind of beautiful lady her deceased mother, whom she had never met. Let everyone praise her after she dies.

At this time, Jessica, who was immersed in her imagination, did not notice that a hungry variegated cat was quietly approaching her beloved golden feather finch. The chubby golden feather finch, which had lived in a peaceful environment for too long, turned its head and saw that the bloody mouth was actually pecking curiously.

Without hesitation, Melly swallowed it in one gulp, turning her head to meet Jessica's wide-eyed eyes. The only two feet dangled around its beak, and after three seconds of silence, Jessica cried out. The clever Melly, when she saw the delicate birdcage, cried out in her heart and immediately spat out the golden feather finch in her beak. A puff of smoke and disappeared into the leaves.

The brown-haired maiden immediately called the maid, and they hurried to the bottom of the tree and picked up the golden feathered finch. Fortunately, the poor golden-feathered finch was still alive, but it was lame, and it was so frightened that it could not fly. The angry, brown-haired girl reported to the Academy, which had not allowed stray cats and dogs, and dispatched all her vassals to find the damned motley cat, and offered a reward of five hundred gold coins for it.

Soon, the academy was plastered with Melly's sketches, made by Jessica, who was good at drawing.