The joy of victory...... It's something Emilia hasn't experienced in a long time.

Sadly, she learned what despair is.

It was only now that Emilia finally understood why she read a sense of disobedience in Flandor's words.

Flandore refers to Emissa as "the former Brave, Vilvette's daughter" rather than "the current Brave's sister".

Why? It's not just Flando, but everyone seems to be calling it that.

Kane had said the same thing to her a long time ago. "Vivette's daughter is at Hogg House. ”

Even with a sense of disobedience, she never thought about the deeper reasons. It's their freedom to call it, there's no need to be suspicious, right?

However, the facts in front of her forced her to stop and think about it carefully.

[Vilvette has only one daughter]

[Emily Shah has no sister]

If this is true, then who is she?

Evidence of self-existence is obliterated, and the meaning of life is blurred...... At first, when Edward knew that he had lost his memory, he did feel a sense of exhaustion.

However, perhaps false memories can awaken deeper fears in people more than they lose them.

It's like a normal human being.

A poor little human girl came from a poor background, but she didn't give up, and with her own efforts, she tried to change her fate.

However, when she really saw the possible surname of her fate change one day, there was a person...... No, there were a lot of people, and together they told her an indisputable truth.

"You, actually, are a man. You, not a woman. ”

When a lie evolves into a life, when that life returns to a lie and is ruthlessly exposed, as the protagonist of the story, what kind of expression should she bring to face this world full of malice?

Emilia couldn't find an answer.

The previous generation of brave Vilvette only had one daughter, I, not Vivette's daughter?

It turns out that Emily Shasha is not lying, I am really not her sister?

The first reaction, of course, was shock.

Something must have gone wrong!Emilia tried to convince herself. yes, it must have been a mistake. Emilia comforted herself.

[George is wrong, Flandor is wrong, all of them are wrong, the world is also wrong, the right person, only me]

Self-deception like this is not allowed......

Hoag House, Edward's House.

In the evening, Edward returned to his room. He still didn't race with Emilia today, but ran away irresponsibly.

The cold wind outside didn't welcome anyone, and no matter what, Edward's home was in this candle-lit, warm cabin.

"I heard them. ”

Facing the stupid Emilia who sat on the bed without saying a word, Edward was the first to break the silence.

The "......" did not answer.

"It's a strange thing...... I went to the shopping street with Alsace today. ”

“......”

"Well, some findings. It's time to tell you...... Hey, are you listening?" Edward frowned, waking up Emilia who was almost dead.

"Edward?" Emilia whispered.

"What are you doing?" Edward was stunned.

For some reason, the silent Emilia suddenly opened her mouth to speak, and her tone became soft and lovely, coupled with her beautiful voice as clear as a mountain stream, Edward trembled all over his body, and his heart was inexplicably restless.

"Do you like the night?"

Emilia asked thoughtlessly.

"Uh...... Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Answer me. ”

"Okay. ”

Amilia's gentle voice at the moment made him unable to refuse, as if as long as he refused now, he would never hear such a beautiful voice again in his life.

"Hmm...... What should I say?" Edward scratched his head in embarrassment, "I should say, I don't hate it...... No, I think I like it very much. Of course, if she is willing to be gentle with me...... I don't like being beaten and scolded by her all day. ”

"Really?"

"Hey, what's the matter with your suspicious eyes? I have no reason to like being beaten and scolded!"

"Perverted ......" instinctively, Emilia said those two words.

"Tsk, don't worry about it!"

"She's a woman, isn't she?"

"Hey, what the hell are you trying to ask?"

"......" Emilia hesitated for a moment, then asked weakly, "So, you, you...... Do you like me?"

"Huh, what are you talking about...... I didn't hear me. ”

"Do you like me?"

“......”

For a moment, Edward was stunned.

"You like women, don't you?" a splash of crimson floated up Emilia's cheeks.

The temperature in the room is not as cold as outside, the warm air makes people a little tired, the beige curtains block the transparent windows, and in the confined space, only the couple of men and women are still persistently enjoying the beauty of the winter night, and the slightest ambiguity spreads irrepressibly.

"Ahh......h

"So, you, you ......"

By the faint light of the candles in the room, Emilia blushed and left her bed and sat down beside Edward.

Then, she gently grabbed Edward's wrist with her cold little hand.

"Ahh

“......”

Emilia didn't say anything, just put Edward's hand on her chest.

If anything, Edward's hands could keep up close contact with Emilia's skin, it was the thin layer of shirt.

For the first time, Edward could taste Emilia's body openly, unhurriedly, carefully, with his own hands.

Smooth, delicate, and icy and jade, Emilia has fair skin that is completely different from other girls, and the area that has never been violated by anyone can arouse the pity of men.

"Hmm~~~"

Amilia's faint moans reached Edward's ears.

Hearing this voice, there was no need to even think, instinctively, Edward's five fingers folded, and he grasped the softness of his palm.

At this moment, he was very pleased.

"Finally, I grew up ......"

Edward was in tears.

After years of hard work, after years of waiting, the young sapling finally grew into a tall green tree, although the small tree is still very weak, the branches are not luxuriant, but ...... That's a good start, isn't it?

The small snow-white bun on Amilia's chest took on a strange appearance under the pressure of Edward's five fingers. It's small, but it's full of bullets, and with every press, there's enough feedback coming from your fingertips.

People say that ten fingers are connected to the heart. The irresistible touch from the tips of his fingers fascinated Edward, who had forgotten his original purpose and did not consider why such a strange thing had happened......

Now, fascinated by Emilia's confusion, he just wants to quietly enjoy this rare beauty.

"Do you like it?"

The flickering candle flame shone on Emilia's short black hair, and the slanted bangs obscured her blood-red pupils, and Edward couldn't see the pitiful look that she was ashamed to answer.

However, the same red face betrayed the shyness and uneasiness in her heart.

"Yes!" Edward looked at Emilia with a blank look in his eyes and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Really? Do you really like it?"

"Yes!"

"You didn't lie to me. ”

"Yes! Absolutely not!"

Edward's scratch like a dedicated pug, sticking out his tongue and smiling in order to get the reward and praise of his master.

"Okay, I see. Emilia took a deep breath of relief, and a big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly surged over Edward's heart, but unfortunately, he didn't have time to react.

In the next second, Emilia instantly turned her face. She fanned Edward's groping hand and opened her bloody mouth, as if to vent all her anger, and bit Edward's wrist violently.

"Yes, you know! No, wait...... Oops, it hurts, it hurts, what do you understand?"

"Hmph, you big pervert!"

Without waiting for Edward to reply, Emilia used her sharp teeth to leave a beautiful circle of teeth marks on Edward's wrists, and then, she did not stop there, and then punched Edward in the stomach, causing Edward to whine.

After doing this, Emilia was like a frightened little rabbit, and quickly jumped up from the bed, quickly crawled back to her bed, and hugged the quilt tightly, as if facing a great enemy.

"Why ......"

Edward curled up on the bed in pain, and stretched out a hand to ask Emilia for an answer.

Unfortunately, he didn't get any answer, and he couldn't even read Emilia's expression clearly.

All he could hear was a faint hint of Emilia's muttering.

"It's okay, I'm a woman, not a man. ”

Cowering under the covers was a poor girl who was almost crying.

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