"Ivy, the position of saint was originally yours. It was Shibel who robbed you of your place and your family honor! Lady Ingrid repeated this to Ivy very persistently.

She repeatedly told Ivy that it was Sheebel who took her place, and that it was all Shibbel's fault, and that if it weren't for Shebelle, the Holy Maiden would have been Ivy's!

Listening to Mrs. Ingrid's words and looking at Mrs. Ingrid's incomparably determined eyes, Ivy's mood changed dramatically.

Ivy silently bit her lip and sat down beside Mrs. Ingrid, her head bowed and she didn't speak.

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At the Slangsall estate, Sheebel had breakfast and was a little eager to get on her new swing.

Sheebel has been very attentive to this swing these days, after all, the daily life in the manor is too boring, and there is no going out, and there is nothing interesting going on.

And every day he has to fight with Xavier to learn magic.

She really didn't want to learn magic, and her face was full of pain.

The butler, who was passing by the garden, glanced at Shibel, who was sitting lazily swinging around on the swing, and the butler casually admonished: "Your Highness, be careful not to fall." ”

Shiebel sat on the swing, her hand grasping the vine, one foot tapping the ground on the tiptoe.

The butler was a little far away from her, and Sheebel didn't hear what the butler was saying to her for a moment. Sheebel's toes suddenly paused, she looked up blankly, and asked the butler, "What did you say?" ”

The butler stopped, and was about to walk over, but saw the next scene. Suddenly, the butler's eyes widened, and he said to Xibel: "Your Highness, be careful! ”

It turned out that because of the inertia of the swing and the fact that a gust of wind had just blown, Shibbel's temporary toes did not stand at all. So, because of the wind blowing, the swing under Shibel began to swing forward.

Rather than being frightened by the sudden wind, Shibel was startled by the butler's scream.

"Shhhh

Shiebel frowned.

The butler didn't even care about what he had in his hand, so he hurriedly ran over.

The butler came to Hibert, and he asked Hibel with concern: "Your Highness, how are you, is there anything wrong?" ”

Xavier, who was in the bedroom on the second floor of the attic, heard the movement downstairs, he frowned slightly, walked to the window, opened it, and saw the girl sitting on the garden swing.

But it looks like something has just happened.

Xavier's lips pursed slightly, he came down from the upper floor, the hem of his snow-colored clothes brushed across the windowsill, and in the next second, the long and beautiful beauty had already appeared beside the butler and Shibel.

Today's weather is a little hot, and there are only Xavier and the housekeeper in the manor on weekdays, so Shiebel doesn't care about the image of the saint at all, and he doesn't wear socks directly in the manor, but just puts on a pair of white flat soft cloth shoes casually.

The housekeeper noticed the girl's somewhat reddened ankles, and suddenly his expression changed, and he said in a panic: "Your Highness, have your feet twisted?" ”

The corners of Shiebel's mouth twitched slightly, she moved the ankle of her left foot, and then nodded, "It should, maybe, maybe it is." ”

"Why are you still bruised?" The butler looked at a broken skin on Shibbel's ankle, sighed, and hurriedly said to Shibel: "Your Highness, you sit on the swing first and wait, and I will go and get you medicine!" ”

The big guy kept doing it and became a white moonlight after his death