Hoag House, Kickfield.

There is not much space for students to run freely on the empty playground, and most of the snow is as white and soft as cotton candy.

Except for snow, it's still snow.

"Whew...... Ahh

A little princess from afar was bouncing up and down on the snow, her little face red from the cold, and her two delicate little hands were stiff.

Even so, she didn't feel the cold at all, and she shouted for her work.

"Well, it's finally done. ”

"Haha, I'm amazing. Hey, George, do you think she's pretty?" Flandor poked a silent George with her elbow to judge the snowman she had made.

With a bucket body, a cube head, two arms made of dead branches, and a horribly twisted face, it takes a lot of courage to evaluate this snow-made monster that is not even a "human".

"Well, it's beautiful. George nodded and complimented heartily.

"Cut, you're a liar, it's obviously ugly. It's the first time I've built a snowman, how can I build it beautifully? ”

"Hmm...... I'm not lying. ”

"Hee-hee, alright, alright, I believe in you. But ......"

Flandor carefully looked at the "snow monster" in front of him, and pursed his lips, as if he had found something.

"But, it's really ugly!"

Suddenly, she smashed the snow monster's head with a punch, and then pounced on it, punching and kicking her image without hesitation, ruining the snowman she had worked so hard to build.

Snowflakes flew everywhere, some falling on Flando's long, Milky Way blue hair, while others stuck to her face and neck, melted by the body heat, and turned into drops of transparent water that hung on her equally blown-up skin.

The scene of the cute little princess playing happily in the snow was so beautiful that George was dumbfounded for a while.

"George, what are you looking at?"

Finally ruining the incriminating evidence, Frando looked curiously into George's eyes.

"Nothing ......"

"Is it pretty?"

"Eh, pretty, of course pretty, I'm not lying, the snowman is beautiful. ”

"Stupid!" said Flandall reproachfully, "I don't mean the snowman, it's me." I'm asking you, am I pretty?"

The long blue hair was thrown high, and the snowflakes stuck to it fell one after another, like shining stars, accidentally slipping from the Milky Way to the mortal world.

"Well, you're beautiful too...... No, no, I mean, you're prettier than a snowman, well, no, no, I want to say...... What the hell am I trying to say?" George was so distracted that he didn't even know what he was talking about.

"Hee-hee, okay stupid, don't say any more, I understand. Frando covered her mouth and snickered, "Oh yes, George, let me ask you a question." ”

"Okay, you ask. ”

"Well, I'll ask......" Flandall grinned and threw out her own question, "George, do you like me?"

“......”

If you put a piece of ice on George's face now, it will immediately melt his red and hot cheeks.

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In a few days, the final of the knight tryouts will begin. This race, the end of the trials, could also be another adventure.

It's time to reveal some things that are inconvenient to say, and it's time to summon up the courage to confess some feelings hidden in your heart.

Women have natural instincts. The imminent game made them feel that their fate was imminent, and if they didn't say it now, they might not have the opportunity to say it again in the future.

Once winter passes, the ensuing spring will be an even more tragic battle. They know that very well.

Central City, Emilia's House.

"Sasha, is it delicious?"

"Well, this ice cream is so delicious!"

After leaving Hogg House, Emilia first took Sasha around her house to have nothing to do, and then went to the Resurrection Cottage on the shopping street to buy her some ice cream balls to eat.

Now, they're back at Emilia's house, and they're enjoying the delicious ice cream.

The snow outside is half a person deep at the thickest part, the cold wind is bitter, the ice is biting, and the only two of them are the people who go to buy ice cream to eat in this kind of ghost weather.

"Hey, Amilia, how did you find such a great dessert shop?"

"Hmm...... It's not me. There's a pervert who likes ice cream, he told me. ”

"Oh, is that guy your friend?"

“...... Not friends, enemies. Emilia pondered for a moment before giving an answer.

"Enemies?"

Sasha blinked and still couldn't understand what she was saying, so she had to continue to fight with the delicious ice cream.

With just one bite, she could wipe out the culprits who had seduced her tongue!

"Ah, you're done!" Sasha stretched in contentment, "Amilia, your home is really in tatters, don't you never clean it up?, or do you have no money, so you can't afford decent furniture?"

"......" Emilia pretended not to hear, bowed her head and did not speak.

"Hey, you're not my sister. I don't have any impression of your home, I've never seen it. Because, I have always lived with my mother, and I have never seen you, and there is no trace of you. ”

“......”

Speaking of Vilvet, Emilia has nothing to say.

Until now, she has not been able to straighten out her identity. Is she Vilvette's daughter after all?

Countless times, she woke up from her sleep, and terrible nightmares kept her awake.

She dreamed that she was not actually a brave man who had lost her power, but just an innocent girl who liked delusions, and everything that had happened recently was a false dream, a delusion of her self-deception.

Which is a dream and which is reality?

"Amilia, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing ......"

"Now, Amilia, did you hear what I just said? ”

"Sorry...... What did you just say?"

"Hate, do you want me to say it again......" Sasha bit her lip and lowered her head deeply, not daring to look Emilia into the eyes, "Y-What do you think of me?"

"You, Sasha, you're cute. ”

"You lie, I'm not cute at all! I'm impatient, not only can't I help you with anything, but I often lose my temper at you, you must hate me, right?"

"No, I didn't. I don't hate you. Emilia smiled and touched Sasha's head, and said gently, "Although there may be some misunderstandings, there may be no blood relationship between you and me, but I always treat you as my own sister." ”

"Really?"

"Hmm. ”

"yes? That's great. Actually, I've always thought of you as my sister! Hey, how nice it would be if you were my sister......

"Sasha, you—Are you crying?"

"How can people cry or cry, it's just sand in their eyes......"

"I didn't open the window or open the door, where did the sand come from?"

"Long-winded!"

"Hehe, okay......" Emilia pinched Sasha's bulging cheeks, and didn't ask any further.

"Now, Amilia. ”

"What?"

"If I do something excessive, will you believe me?" stammered Sasha.

"Something excessive?"

What will she do to go too far?

"Hmm...... You see, everybody makes mistakes, right? If I accidentally do something wrong, will you forgive me?"

"Of course. Emilia replied without hesitation.

"Why? Why are you so sure?"

"Because I know, and you must believe me, so why should I not believe you?"

"Idiot. Sasha scolded quietly.

"Huh?"

"I see, I see. Emilya Xia breathed a sigh of relief, "All in all, thank you. ”

"No thanks......"

"Thank you, Amilia, thank you really, but, I'm sorry, I ......" leaned his head against Emilia's chest, and the liquid dripping from nowhere moistened the hem of Emilia's clothes.

Sasha's voice grew smaller and smaller, and she moaned weakly.

"Sasha, what did you say?"

"I ......"

Knock knock!

"Excuse me, anyone?"

Outside, a sharp knock on the door rang out at an inopportune time.

Before they could reply, two uninvited guests had already entered the room and stood in front of them with a hippie smile.

"Hehe, although I knew for a long time that the Brave Lord's house was destitute, I didn't expect it to be so dilapidated, it was like a slum. Edward, don't you say?"

"Ahh......h

"Arthas, Edward, is that you?

Her own words were interrupted, and Emily Shah failed to apologize, so she could only vent her anger on these two guys who ruined her good deeds.

"Huh, guess?" (To be continued.) )