When I opened my eyelids again, the unfamiliar ceiling filled my vision again.

No matter how many times she looked at it, the pure white ceiling with white square ceiling lamps and the smell of disinfectant water in the room always made her feel uncomfortable, unlike the charity clinic of the nuns of the church, which was strangely cold and filled the air. Even if it is equipped with high-end heating facilities, the scenery outside the window is not bad, and the sense of disobedience is lingering.

This is the V.E company's ward, where the principle of pragmatism and efficiency is paramount, and there is no need for anything other than the necessary medical equipment and reception furniture.

The effects of the anesthetic had almost worn off, and her head was no longer as uncomfortable as when she first woke up, but the game ended in a draw, and she was admitted to the VIP ward of the V.E hospital, where she slept for a whole day—these things relayed through the mouths of others still did not feel very real to Lance Rose.

After being filled with a white light that swallowed a qiē in front of him, his memory was interrupted, and according to Geraint and Bedwell's description, he said that he raised his sword against Salome's throat, and the other party's long knife was also close to his neck, because of this state of stalemate, it was finally determined to be a tie. After King Charlemagne personally announced the results, he walked back to the rest area and lay down. It seems that in order to offset the negative impact of the competition, V.E has specially arranged this private room with a full set of medical facilities and the best environment, and the famous doctors of Albion and Charlemagne take turns to care for and examine them......

The official opinion is roughly the same.

"The medical officers reported signs of lucidity in the brain waves and came to take a look. How?"

A very gentle, distance-dissipating voice asked, and the knife that peeled the apple continued to spin.

As far as an aristocratic family is concerned, the words and phrases are too commonplace, but they have an incredible affinity, which makes Lance Lotette's heart guard slightly relaxed.

"The medical officers reported that they were basically fine, but they had lost consciousness from the shock, and that they had only been able to rest for a few days, and that they were currently prevaricating for a few hours on the grounds that they could not meet customers for the time being...... Would you like some?"

Skilled Elvish will explain the general situation. The blonde-haired, pointy-eared woman handed over the platter of sliced fruit. Toothpicks were inserted into the apples, cherries, and cantaloupes of good size to make it easier for her to access.

Roserode, who showed her true face, nodded, and shook her head again, she should be hungry if she hadn't eaten for a day. But I really didn't accept the other party's kindness.

It's true. I'm very nervous.

Brunhill smiled wryly in understanding. Having single-handedly raised three non-elven children, she is well aware of the difficulty of being accepted by a single-race society for children of mixed races, and Lance Lady's careful expression is quite similar to Nona in the past.

Always hiding behind Caspar. A half-orc girl who is wary and fearful of the qiē around her;

A half-elf girl who uses her strong appearance and chivalrous spirit as a shield to hide her weak self;

The two are very similar.

Brunhill had heard rumors of strangling flesh and bone with his own hands, or putting half-breeds in a wooden basin and putting them in the river for the Mother Goddess to arrange. In the environment of strict racial antagonism, she is powerless to interfere with this, and it is already quite a remarkable achievement to be able to take care of and educate those three children to grow up smoothly.

She didn't know what happened to Lance Lady's life in the past, but she knew what would happen to her half-elf after her identity was exposed.

"Don't worry. ”

Leaning slightly, he moved closer to the dazed girl, gently comforting.

"This is the realm under the control of the Lord, your affairs will not be leaked, and the Lordship has no intention of interfering in your life. ”

The girl's body shuddered and looked at Brunhill in disbelief.

I can hardly believe my ears, in this world where in order to change the map of power, status, wealth, and relatives can be betrayed and killed without taboos, holding an important piece of information that is enough to change the ownership of the Britannia region, a heavy handle, but doing nothing...... Even if the other party is an elf, this is too ......

"Do you find it hard to believe?"

The other party easily saw through Lance Rose's doubts, and continued unhurriedly:

"We have no interest in occupying Britannia, and only fools are happy to be the target of public criticism, and the stupidity of being besieged by humans is only a fool's will, and—"

There was a certain pity in the emerald eyes, no, it should be said that it was a sentiment close to remembrance, as if remembering something from the past.

"At least half of your bloodline is on our side, the human side does not accept your deposit, and there is a lot of trouble on our side. At the very least, though, we don't want to embarrass you. ”

False pity was born of a distorted sense of superiority, but Brunhill's calm proclamation, which had no consolation or complaint, stunned Lance Rodelle.

There was no acceptance, but it was not denial and rejection, at least I didn't want her to be embarrassed - just a simple sentence that made the feelings that had been locked up for many years and almost dead turn into a whimper and overflowed from her throat.

There is no anger or sadness about being treated as an anomaly, and even if there is, under the urging of the strange eyes around me, I have learned not to think about it deliberately.

Met the Duke of Britannia in the forest by the lake, was taken back to the castle, and became a tool for the Duke to vent his desires, leaving the matter of the half-elf princess...... These are not even folk rumors, just a story that slowly precipitates and rots in Lance Laude's heart.

She was just him, Lance Lotie, son of Britannia, Knight of the Round Table, and nothing else, no other face, and his mother was human, long dead. As the son of the Duke of Britannia, he must become a Knight of the Round Table and make great achievements in order to prepare for the future of leading Britannia back to independence.

This is the reason for her birth, and these expectations must be addressed. So she received a talent education, received training in swordsmanship and magic, fanatically pursued chivalry, and learned to suppress her feelings - no one had ever done anything for her in a life of almost obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"We don't want you to be embarrassed. ”

From the words of the people on her mother's side, whether she can be regarded as accepting her words that are still in doubt, made her feel a deep warmth, just as warm as the care she felt from the teenager a few days ago.

"Thank you...... Thank you ......."

Holding back the hot tears on the edge of her eyes, trembling in a lonely and lonely way, the girl moaned silently, Brunhill reached out to support her, and let the girl press her face into her chest, tears wetting the placket of her chest.

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"It's over?"

At the second door at the end of the passage, the black-haired boy asked indifferently, his overly mature voice was reminiscent of a middle-aged man, and he could vaguely smell tobacco.

Delusion, he never smoked, but the vicissitudes of life in his words smelled of tobacco.

"Hoo ......"

A long sigh came out, and Brunhill smiled bitterly at himself.

"I feel more and more like a bad-hearted mother-in-law, or a scheming bad aunt or something like that. ”

"How about taking a vacation? ”

"The crown prince will arrive in the royal capital in a few days, and the leader of the consortium is not here, is it okay?"

Brunhill, snuggled into the boy's chest, felt a little relieved, but couldn't help but ask the question.

"Crown Prince, is there such a person?"

Li Lin raised the corners of his mouth and blinked evilly. (To be continued......)

PS: There are still 2 days left, and the relatives who have tickets in hand will help! Tomorrow will be Li Lin's Shura field time~~~