The next morning, Anne brought back two newspapers from outside, and as Arya said, the front page of the newspapers was impressively printed with the news that Cane had been "favored" by Rosemary again.

"Hahaha! I'm laughing to death! You see I'm not wrong, Annie! Arya held one of the newspapers in her arms, and laughed so hard that she rolled on the bed continuously, and the melodious laughter was like a wind chime.

"The newspaper writer is still guessing at the very end that Marshall Manor will be visited by Rosemary a few times this year, which is really... It's not a big deal..."Anne sat in her chair, staring at the headline in her hand, blinking vigorously.

"As long as Rosemary came forward to lecture Cane, the newspaper would always write something so pleasant, so what was wrong with the writer? Cann's behavior has long been known, and the old General Marshall has been out fighting all year round, and no one dares to confront him, and it is a kind of fun to ridicule him in this way. Arya lay on her side on the bed and looked at Anne.

"That's right, Kann will settle down a little bit, right?" Anne's hands folded delicately on her thighs, smiling.

"I don't know, as far as I know about him, he's only going to settle down for a while! But it doesn't matter, his face is not good-looking these days, and he is beaten like that by me, he can't get out! Arya jumped out of bed and smiled at Anne.

The next morning, Nanon instructed the maids to clean up the inside and outside of the manor, and seeing the busy figures of the maids, Arya also wanted to do something for them, but Nanon drove her back to the bedroom like a chicken on the grounds that "if you don't help, it is the greatest help".

When the sun set and Arya heard the sound of a carriage outside the manor, she poked her head out of joy to call her parents, but when she saw the figure next to the carriage, the syllables that wanted to burst out went out dumbly.

Riding on a white horse, Percival was shining orange and turned his head to talk to the man in the carriage window, the sunset stretched his shadow from the carriage, and the head of the Knights, dressed in silver armor, was slowly breaking away from the dusk background of medieval oil paintings and heading towards the manor.

"Pa, Percival, he... How could it be ......?! Ah yes, the parade is over, and it's time for him to come back! Annie! Arya anxiously called out her friend's name, and for the first time she felt so frightened, like a deer that had always been alert, tripped and fell to the ground by a stone that appeared inexplicably.

"That's Percival!? How could he come back with the old lady!? Anne, who heard the voice, hurried to the window, and when she looked down at the scene, she was also surprised, and then quickly turned to look at Arya: "I'll take care of it for you!" ”

"Good!" Arya nodded vigorously, and Anne, who received the response, immediately got up and quickly straightened her slightly wrinkled dress, and then quickly picked up a comb to comb her hair, and Arya took a deep breath to calm her euphoric mood in this brief process.

"Let's go, Annie! Go meet Mom and Dad and Percival! After taking care of it, Arya straightened up and showed off her aristocratic demeanor.

"Okay!" Anne followed her downstairs.

As soon as they reached the hall, they saw that Nanon had already welcomed the dusty man and woman into the house.

The male host, Torris, took off his hat, revealing a light brown parted short curl, although he was the head of the Dushante family, he was only in his early thirties, in addition to being extraordinarily young, he was also very upright and kind-looking. He took off his long light-colored trench coat and wore only a formal pale blue suit, and as he handed his coat and hat to Nanon, his beautiful blue eyes looked at the hall.

Claire, the hostess, wore a bright yellow dress, and she took off her hat and handed it to the maid, and her long brown curls reached her waist, as long as Arya's hair. She was petite compared to her tall husband, a little shorter than Arya, as if her whole body was tucked in her hair, and although she looked honest and simple, the little freckles on her cheeks made her extraordinarily cute, and her green eyes were large and bright.

"Mom and Dad! You're back! Arya pounced on the two of them in glee.

"Haha! Arya! My baby! Torris smiled and picked up his daughter, and spun around in place before putting her down, and he noticed Anne standing behind her.

"Annie, don't stand there, come here, you and Arya aren't together, I'm not used to it!" He beckoned briskly to Anne, who walked over and stood beside Arya.

"Look, you're always so reserved, like a mimosa." Torris patted Anne's head gently.

"Dad, she's not restrained!" Arya's protest was exchanged for Anne's round face.

"Hahaha! You two little guys, you are friends from childhood to adulthood, and they are so cute! Torris laughed, patting their little brains.

"Aria, we haven't been at home for the past two days, and you haven't caused trouble for Anne and Nanon, have you?" Claire walked up to her daughter and caressed her long hair lovingly, her hostess's voice like a trickle.

"Of course not! Right, Annie, Nanon! Arya winked at the housekeeper.

"Yes, Arya, she didn't make a mess!" Anne nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Anne is right! Mademoiselle behaved very well, ma'am, sir. Nanon, who received the signal, straightened up and replied confidently.

"Yay! Since everything is well, let's start dinner, I'm hungry! Torris rubbed his hands together and then instructed Nanon, "Remember to prepare an extra pair of cutlery, for we have a guest to dine with us today." ”

"I've noticed him, sir, he's standing straight next to you." Nanon handed the maid his cloak and glanced at the silver-armored young man who stood behind Torris, who was silent.

"Yes, let me introduce you to Sir Percival Percius, the head of the Knights of Fervent." Torres brought the youth to his side and proudly introduced the young man named Parcival to everyone.

After her father had finished speaking, Arya slowly walked up to Percival, bowed slightly, and raised her skirt with both hands to salute: "Sir Bussius, I have heard of your heroic deeds in recovering the lost land for your country, and thank you for escorting my parents back." "Perfect! Arya looked up at each other with a hint of delight.

The young man took off his helmet, and the curls that looked like fine golden sand were fully revealed, and the awe-inspiring righteousness that emanated from the inside out lingered silently on him, and the maids standing by whispered admiration for his handsome appearance.

When Arya felt this breath up close, the part of the factor hidden in her own thief trembled slightly, but when she met the clear light blue eyes, she covered up the trembling, and the strong joy that surged up, the person in the oil painting was standing in front of her!

"Thank you for the compliments, and you have become slim, Miss Dushante." Percival replied with a fist on his chest, his voice mellow and steady, neither humble nor arrogant, like a sonorous echo in a deep valley, which made Arya's cheeks crimson.

"Hahaha! Then let's hurry up and take a seat! Torris said with a smile clutching his empty stomach.

When they entered the dining room, they found that there were already sumptuous dishes on the table, and they took their seats. Arya sat on one side with her mother, Claire, and Percival sat directly across from her. Seeing that her beloved was opposite her, Arya felt her face burn red, and she put her hands on her laps, her eyes dodging, and she didn't dare to cast any gaze on the other side.

But Percival had been talking to Torris, and his eyes hadn't even glanced at Arya. Anne and Nanon picked up the spoon and served them the food, and when Anne placed the food in front of Arya, she quickly bent down and whispered in Arya's ear, "Come on!" ”

“！？” Arya jerked her head up, and Anne blinked and smiled innocently, and then she turned away with Nanon and walked to the servant's dining room on the other side.

Ahhhh Arya pursed her lips reluctantly.

"So, to celebrate our Pat as the new Master of the Knights of Fervent, and thank him for escorting me and Claire home and toasting him!" Torres raised the cider in his hand in high spirits, and it collided with the goblets of his wife and children and Percival with a crisp sound.

It's a pity that Dad won't let me, otherwise I can drink cider! Arya took a sip of the strawberry milkshake from the glass, muttering silently to herself, watching the two men drink the wine from the glass.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality, you are serious, I just happened to meet you and your wife when I came back, and I returned with them. Since I was a child, you and your wife have taken care of me, and with the blessing of the god Gera, I have been able to achieve today's brilliant achievements. I hereby swear to you, Mr. Torris, that I will protect you and Madame Lady for the rest of my life, and the kindness, goodness, and justice of the Dushant family. Percival put down his glass and looked at Torris, his eyes shining with integrity.

"Hahaha! Pat has grown up, is less shy, and can talk! Don't be so polite with me, let's eat! Torris laughed and patted Percival on the shoulder.

Well? … Pat? Ah, is that a nickname for Parcival......? I've heard my mom and dad talk about it, and I think it's a great nickname! Arya's turquoise eyes were full of light, and they kept looking between Torris and Percival.

In the pleasant atmosphere of the dining room, the sound of knives and forks began to sound.