In the lounge of Earl of Milford's House, the fireplace flames dance warmly, reflecting the edges of the velvet sofas and chairs reddening, while also bringing the necessary warmth to the towering interior, and the crackling fire and the burning sound of wood add a touch of dynamism to the silent space.

Huberian's hands were on his knees, and his eyes were complicated, as if he was thinking about something.

"May I ask the Holy Son of Silence, why did he leave the Northwest Province urgently?"

Huberian looked at the Earl of Milford and asked her question.

Although she knew that the Earl of Milford's intelligence could not be mistaken, she was worried that it was a trap.

"It seems that something is wrong in the north of the empire, and he has been transferred due north by Bishop Asquesan."

The Earl of Milford rubbed his beard in confusion, and he thought it was strange how much trouble the north had to make for the Bishop of Silence to transfer all the sons of Silence.

It was as if someone was helping Huberian draw all the firepower away.

The Earl of Milford was convinced that the Son of Silence had now reached the northern transportation stronghold of Box Mountain Province on the Magical Energy Orbit route, and then began to make his way north.

"If the Holy Son of Silence doesn't finish the task quickly, he may not be able to come back within seven days, but even if he comes back in the next few days, I will help you plan a staggered route to the imperial capital Herrom as soon as possible."

The Earl of Milford added.

He felt that the young priest's mission was too heavy, and he didn't want her to be burdened anymore if he could give her a good rest.

"Whew."

Hearing this, Huberian was completely relieved, and her tense heart felt a little fluttery because she was too relaxed for a while, but it was difficult to completely land.

"Praise the Goddess, please continue to bless Lord Huberian."

The three clergy prayed sincerely, and in their opinion, this was the miracle of the goddess's apparition.

Sure enough, she was able to become a disciple of the Holy Maiden's favor, a spiritual friend of Mr. Ranch Wilford, and a daughter of destiny who was protected by the goddess of fate and chosen.

The new saint of the church must be this Miss Huberian.

"Farewell...... There can't be a second chance of such a hit, and Helrom won't welcome me and open up the world for me. ”

Huberian shook her head repeatedly, sometimes luck is too good to make people a little scared.

There is so much luck in life, whoever runs out first will go first, since she met Lanchi, her luck has become quite good, but she didn't expect that after a short separation from him, her luck was even better than anything else.

Lanchi was sacrificing merit for luck, and he had nothing to fear, but she was afraid.

As the conversation came to an end.

The Earl of Milford, with his cane, looked out the door to the lounge.

"No matter what, you've worked hard all the way, so rest more. Miss Huberian, your room is on the second floor, and I'll have the housekeeper bring you up later, and the boy Mishola has heard that you are coming to-day, and I'm afraid I'm already waiting near the room. ”

The Earl of Milford said to several clergy of the Goddess of Fate Church.

When his daughter Mishola was mentioned, he seemed slightly helpless.

"It's okay, I'm Mishola's cousin now, and when I go to the imperial capital Herrom, I'll take care of her as a righteous sister, Earl, don't worry."

Huberian stood up and saluted again to the Earl of Milford, the helper of their church.

"Thank you, Miss Huberlyanne."

The Earl of Milford bowed slightly, touched the bronze lamp to remove the soundproofing magic, and left the lounge with a few people.

When I opened the door, I saw a housekeeper in a dark blue uniform with silver and white buttons standing at the other end of the corridor.

She bowed slightly, and the Earl of Milford noticed it, and turned to Hubertian and said, "It just so happens that the lady steward who takes care of Mishola is here, and she will take you to your room." ”

Huberian nodded, chatted a little with the Earl of Milford and the three clergy, said a short goodbye, and walked over.

When the steward saw Hubert, he bowed slightly, and said in a respectful tone, "Please come with me, Miss Miriam." ”

……

In the hallway, the sconces cast a soft yellow glow, reflecting the stone-carved walls more ancient and historical, and at intervals there was a dark carved wooden door of a very different style, with the occasional subtle light coming through the crack in the door.

The housekeeper walked ahead, her gait steady, neither fast nor slow, guiding Huberian comfortably to keep up with her.

It wasn't until I walked down the stairs to the second floor that I finally found a figure standing in the distance at the end of the wide corridor on the second floor.

She was slender and fair-skinned, with long blonde hair cleverly braided into a demure bun and two sparkling jewels on top, while her hands with translucent white gloves rested quietly in front of her.

As she got closer, the girl looked at herself.

Looking up, you will find that the girl's eyes are bright, but her pupils are a little erect, and the tips of her ears are slightly longer than ordinary people.

Huberian was familiar with these kinds of traits.

This girl waiting for her should be Mishola, the daughter of the Earl of Milford, she may have a little demon blood, but at most only one-eighth half-blood, or one-sixteenth half-blood, far less obvious than the demon characteristics of the half-demon form after Hubertian removed the disguise.

It is said that in the Protos Empire, there are not many people who have a trace of demon blood.

It is true that the bloodline of the demon clan is easy to bring stronger magical talents than ordinary humans, but it may also become extreme because of the character of the demon race.

In the growth environment of the Protos Empire, a demon race that is already hostile, it is easy to gradually become difficult to get along with people.

The girl waited quietly until Hubertian approached, without saying a word.

"Miss Mishola, I'm Miriam, who will be staying here from today."

Huberian introduced herself to her in a friendly way.

Mishuela looked Hugh Baiann up and down with her eyes.

"Are you my sister?"

Misiula looked a little disappointed, and looked away from her slightly nonchalant gaze.

“！”

Hugh Baili was shocked.

This familiar feeling reminded her of her hometown of Ixirita.

Since her father's disappearance, people who usually look down on her but dare not show it seem to have intensified, unscrupulously expressing their malice towards her, making her realize the impermanence of people's hearts.

After coming to the North Continent, she finally met someone who was not very kind to her.

"Come with me."

Misula dropped this sentence with a cold face, and walked into Hubertian's room on her own, as if she had already entered the room where Hubertian would be living without permission.

“……”

Huberian didn't say anything, and followed hard.

She had promised the Earl of Milford to take care of Mishola.

Even if Misiula is very willful, she will let her.

She had long since become accustomed to forbearance in those days in Ichrita.

Huberian walked through the open door of the room, the interior of which was as elegant and luxurious as the lounge, with a large bed in the center, a silk quilt embroidered with classical imperial patterns, and a large long table attached to the cabinet and cotton pillow chairs along one side of the wall, on which were placed all kinds of life magicians.

At the same time, Misiola's voice rang out again in front of Huberian.

"It's so beautiful, don't let others underestimate our Milford family, Miss Earl should have the appearance of Miss Earl."

Mishuela still looked at Huber Ann without a smile on her face and said.

On the couch behind Michela lay a few brand new gift boxes from several stores, which seemed to contain some winter clothes and jewelry unique to Milford's collar jewelry store.

"It's ...... For me? ”

Hubertarian was not sure for a moment, and her lips opened slightly in surprise as she pointed to the gifts.

"I didn't buy you much, I'm afraid you don't like it."

Seeing Huberian's hesitant look, Misiula nodded in confirmation.

"Thank you, Mishola......"

Huberian was surprised and moved.

She suddenly felt the similarity between Misula and the Earl of Milford.

"In our family, we must abide by the rules, and if we feel that there is a problem with the rules, we can also bring it up, and we will meet and negotiate together."

Seeing that Huber no longer seemed so nervous, Mischula spoke to her.

"Okay."

Huberian listened patiently as Mischula looked like she was teaching and said reasonable things.

"Our family eats at six o'clock in the evening, don't be late, otherwise my father, mother, and I will wait for you to arrive before starting to eat."

Misiula continued to explain the rules of their house to Hubertarian.

“…… Good. ”

Huberian pondered for a moment, and it turned out that the consequence of being late was that the whole family would always wait for her.

"In addition, our family is not allowed to discriminate against people with demon blood, whether it is to the servants in the house, or to my mother and me."

After Mi Xiula finished speaking, she thought about it and nodded, which means that there are basically no other rules.

"Understood."

Huber Ann nodded.

There was no reason for her to discriminate against demons, and the Milford family had surprisingly fewer rules than she had imagined.

Now that she has used the ancient demon realm technology [Transformation Technique: Human] that she and Lan Qi obtained together in the Purgatory Corridor Academy, even the empire can't check that she is a half-demon, but in fact, in the Protos Empire, disguising the race like this is a capital crime.

Huber couldn't confess to Misheula that she was actually a half-demon, and in Misiella's eyes, Huber was just a pure human.

Seeing Hugh Baianne answer so crisply, Mischula looked away again.

"It's good that you've only been in this house for a week."

She frowned slightly, muttering to herself.

“……”

Hubertian's newly warmed heart was half a minute colder.

Sure enough, she, an outsider who suddenly came to Misiola's house, would be rejected and excluded by her.

Mishula, however, looked around Hubertian's room.

"This room is too small, my father is really, he even gave you a guest room...... But we'll be in Helrom in a week, so you'll be there. ”

Misiula complained at the corner of her mouth, obviously dissatisfied with her father's arrangement.

“……”

Huberian's eyes were a little sour, she had not had a sister so good to her when she was Miss Duchess in Ichrite.

On the contrary, he came to the Northern Continent and became a priest without aristocratic status, always feeling all kinds of warmth.

Misiula is a good boy, but she may have a bit of a problem with her own expression because of her father's unsmiling appearance.

In short, the Milford family is a good person.

"Don't embarrass me when you go to the imperial capital."

Misiula said, staring at Huberian's slightly fragile appearance.

"Hmm."

Huberian only whispered in response this time.

"Our Milford family, if we are found wrong, we must return the color, and if anyone dares to bully you, call me."

"Don't be ashamed" turns out to mean that if you are bullied, you must fight back.

Huberian gradually understood what Misiula meant.

Although Mishula is only second-order, she obviously has the confidence of a countess in the Protos Academy.

This feeling of being cared for reminded of the time when she first enrolled in the Ecirite Academy.

At that time, everyone was very unkind to themselves, and there were even people who took the initiative to trouble themselves and were very annoying.

However, in the past in the Eceryte Academy, there was also a person who had been covering himself......

If he was at the Royal Academy of Magic in Protos, would it be the same?

“……”

Huberian shook her head, ending her fantasy time.

"Don't worry, Mishula, I'm strong."

Huberian looked at Misiula and said with a confident grin.

She had been trained with Ranchi for a semester, taught by Tata, and received more than a month of special training from the Ice Witch, and now she was different from when she was bullied when she first entered school.

"Then I'm relieved. Anyway, if you encounter someone who owes it, you should hit it, and our family can't afford to pay for it, so don't be afraid of causing trouble for your father. ”

Mishola said, with her head bowed.

Although she was not good at expressing herself, she had a unique gift for emotional communication, and she could feel that her sister was a very pure person, and she was afraid that she would be bullied in the materialistic and indifferent place of Herrom.

The two of them seemed to have finished saying hello, and there was silence for a while.

There was still no expression on Mishula's face, and it was difficult for Huberian to figure out her mood and what she wanted to express.

"By the way, Mishola, have you ever heard of a man named Rocky?"

Huberian asked tentatively.

She had been thinking about it for a long time.

She wanted to wait until the next time she saw the Earl of Milford to ask him alone, but she didn't want the gods to know about Lanchi's presence in the Northern Continent and her pseudonyms and whereabouts, and the condition of those three people must not deteriorate again.

Now it is time to ask Misiola, who has been to the imperial capital of Herrom many times, and may know more about the situation in the south.

"Rocky? Haven't you heard of him, what is his relationship with you, does he have any characteristics, do you need me to help you find him? ”

Misiula raised an eyebrow and asked rhetorically.

In the face of Misiola's cold and enthusiastic question, Huberian shook her head and waved her hand.

"It's a friend who has been separated from me for a long time, I'll look for him when we go to the imperial capital."

When she heard Misiola's answer, she was relieved by ten thousand hearts.

Huber couldn't help but sigh secretly in her peace of mind, it seems that Lanqi did not make a name for himself in the Northwest Province, so it was okay.

Although there is still a certain news lag between the Northwest Province and the imperial capital Herrom due to the news blockade in the north, at least more than a month ago, Lanchi did not have a reputation in the imperial capital or the south.

"It's okay, I know someone from the Hellrom Broadcasting Company, we can't go and send a missing person notice, we'll definitely find him."

Although Mishula didn't know what kind of person her cousin was thinking about, as long as he was in the Protos Empire, there would be a way to find him when they went to the imperial capital of Herrom.

"I'll see how your vision is, sister."

Misiula saw Huberian's reaction and felt that it was the person her sister liked.

If you want to marry their Milford daughter, you must have a man who has achieved a lot of success in the empire, and is self-motivated, enterprising and talented.

She will help her sister take care of it.

"Mishola, you seem to have misunderstood something......?"

Huberian had a hard time reading Misura's subtle expression.

But she couldn't tell Mishola the story of her and Ranchi in the Southern Continent.

But Huberian didn't know why.

After coming to the North Continent, the people and things I met were full of emotion and beauty.

Huberian could only breathe a sigh of relief and look to the other side of the wide room.

A light rain was still falling outside the window, as if it were the sound of time, and in this quiet and cozy room, she looked through the glass at the dappled lights in the rain and fog of the courtyard.

The ordinary scenery has a new feeling.

Everything is just right, and people are inspired from the bottom of their hearts.

Even if the future imperial capital of Herrom was full of unknowns and dangers, Huberian felt full of strength.

Looking forward to it, it's all over.

The moment when I met him again.

(End of chapter)