[Description]: This chapter is a solo addition to Leia Corion.

"Oops—you give me a light!" I couldn't help but cry out, goosebumps forming on my back, "I'm the daughter of the Hephaus patriarch, and you dare to do it so hard?"

I leaned on the back of my chair and cocked my head, and drank a little displeasure, and the people in the room were already kneeling.

"Little Mistakes!"

"Little Mistakes!"

"Hey...... Okay, okay, go on, I don't know how to be careful with this girl!" I waved my hand and fell back impatiently.

The psychic crawled over on his knees and picked up the slightly thick needle again.

Withstanding the sharp pain, the guy's palm finally moved away from me and wiped my shoulder blades with a soft linen cloth.

A few more drops of blood ran down my waist, hot, a little sticky.

"Miss Crane, please take a look. The tattoo artist pulled me to a bronze mirror and bowed slightly.

I turned my head to admire my smooth back, the tattoo on my shoulder blades was still a little red and swollen, but the pattern was delicate and beautiful.

"The mercenary's logo is really beautiful. I praised.

The motif is said to have been designed by Uncle Karen, with flames, crossed twin knives, and a small skeleton.

It's simple, it's violent, and this girl likes it.

"Come here...... Here," I said, pointing to the texture on the left side of the tattoo, "to get a little more delicate, the paint is not the right color." ”

The tattoo artist pushed his glasses and held up the needle again and fiddled behind me. I've been numbed by the pain over and over again, but it's still the guy's soft leather gloves that are more comfortable than that.

"What are you made of this paint?" I asked.

"It's a plant of the Virginia Empire, and this bright blue is a ghost flower from the Deca Mountains, and people in their country often smear the color on the spirit balloons, ah...... It is said to be a metal salt. ”

I wondered, "What is a spirit balloon?"

"Spirit balloons......" The tattoo master thought for a while and said, "It is a kind of decoration invented by the wind spirit master, which is to fill air into a soft leather ball, and then use spiritual power to make it float, the larger one is hung on the signboard, and the small one is used as a toy for the child to play with." ”

I nodded and responded, "Oh, that sounds interesting, ask my brother to bring me one next time." ”

The tattoo artist asked, "Sisel-sama has recently received a new order?"

While he was talking, I rubbed my shoulders and grumbled, "Ang, it's said that he went to the Euroti Empire, and the devil knows if he took the bounty or wanted to follow the treasure hunter to get the money of the dead." ”

"My brother has never been home. I held my chin and said, "Hey, I don't think your news is fast, a few days ago, the five-person team led by my brother collected thirty orders in one go, and it is said that the famous ones on the order are all high-level spiritual magicians." ”

"Thirty, can you kill them?" the tattoo artist asked in a low voice.

I stroked my hair and boasted, "Who is my brother?" Is Jensen Sisel good, the mercenaries of the Sissell family can kill as many as they want. ”

He wiped my back with a slightly damp linen cloth and said, "Look again." ”

I lazily rolled over and glanced at it, it was better than before.

"Isn't this really going to fall?"

"Don't worry, I promise you that it will never fade in ten years. The tattoo artist hunched his waist and flattered: "If the color is lost, you can ask the patriarch to come and copy my shop." ”

"Okay, okay, come less. I waved my hand, never happy to listen to the wagging tail and begging tone, "How much?"

"Two gold coins, Miss Corrain. ”

"So expensive?" I glared at him and asked, "Didn't you have thirty silver coins before?"

The tattoo artist said, "The paint you use is the best in the small shop." ”

"It's a lot easier. I joked, "It is more pleasant to receive gold than to collect coins." ”

I took out three gold coins from my satchel and slapped them on his table: "Three." ”

"These two are the tattoo money paid to you. ”

"This one," I tapped on the table, pointing to the last gold coin, "to shut you up." ”

The tattoo artist snatched the three gold coins without thinking, and said with a smile: "Miss, don't worry, the people in our store are very tight, and they will never let anyone know." ”

......

It's been ten years, and the tattoo on my back has not flowered and has not faded.

Now I'm twenty-six years old.

My name is Leia, and I was born into one of the most illustrious families of spirits, the Corion family.

The surname "Corion", in the dictionary of the Gerry Empire, means "Fire Source Hallow". There are many experts in our family who are skilled in smelting and magic, and if you see someone in Fagan City embroidered with a round golden coat of arms embroidered on it, it is my craftsman.

I live in the northernmost Horn Tower in the royal capital of Fagan, because it is closest to the Ember City to the east, where my brother lives.

His name was Jensen Sissel, and he was a mercenary, the most powerful mercenary.

What does a mercenary look like? You can try to imagine a fire.

A flame that burns, has attraction and vitality.

In the world of mercenaries, there is a lot of enthusiasm, confidence and liveliness, and when I first met my brother, he had so much energy in him.

At the head of the mercenary regiment was Karen Sissel, who had made great achievements for King Langdon, and my father would tell me to be closer to the Sissel family whenever I mentioned it.

Although my father is already the patriarch of the Spirit Clan and the supreme leader of the Imperial Spirits, Uncle Karen is the most powerful fire spirit master I have ever seen, much more powerful than my father.

He was a very decisive man, calm and powerful. I really don't know how Aunt Nora can endure his vicious killing courage.

However, King Langdon also liked him, and valued him in his heart, and the king always liked strong, but honest courtiers. The biggest advantage of mercenaries is that they are only greedy for money, not power, and when they see the golden coins, their brains are hot, and their hands are up and down.

It's very manly, very domineering.

Brother Jensen is the only son of General Karen and the youngest of the mercenary regiment. He was very handsome, and his eyes were a very bright dark red.

His face was a mixture of Uncle Karen's fierceness and indifference, as well as the gentleness and perseverance of Aunt Nora.

I have to say, it's also very manly.

When I first met him, he spoke in a milky voice.

He called me Sister Leia, and I called him stupid brother, stupid brother.

Like my brother, I was the most powerful of my generation, three years older than me, and taught me all sorts of spiritual techniques, teaching me how to put flames on my dagger so that it hurt more when I stabbed my enemies.

In retrospect, the first time I learned fire spirituality, I burned the library to the ground, and my brother knelt for me for three days at the corner tower before my father allowed him to get up.

That day, I carried him to his feet. He staggered, his expression sloppy, but I was crying beside him.

"What are you crying about. ”

"I'll just cry, crying is your fool!"

The little girl was crying more and more, I couldn't hold back the sobbing at all, and the more I spoke, the louder I became: "Obviously I made a mistake, why should I let my brother kneel for me!"

"The patriarch thinks I'm not teaching well. ”

"My brother taught me very well, it's all my fault, it's me who didn't learn well!"

The elder brother shook his head, and had no choice but to say: "Then what else can I do, this fire element is an element that is easy to make mistakes, otherwise why are our ancestors all rebellious ministers and thieves from other countries?"

"Brother can't say that, the god of fire is great. I punched him, wiped my tears and said, "You still say! You still say! My brother is never wrong, you don't blame yourself, you have to continue to teach me other things in the future......"

"What else do you want to learn?"

The elder brother smiled, like the young god of the sun and fire in a picture book.

"You will, I want to learn. I pouted, tears welling up in my eyes, and said deliberately pitifully, "I want to learn the longbow, I want to learn the dagger, I want to be a mercenary like you." ”

"You're thinking beautifully. ”

"Brother!"

"Hahaha. He laughed and trembled, "Teasing you." Learn, I'll teach you when I'm healed. ”

"However, don't think about being a mercenary or something, our corps doesn't accept girls. ”

I said angrily: "There are a lot of female treasure hunters in Fagan City, brother, you lied to me!"

"To be a mercenary, but you have to get a tattoo on your back. ”

He lifted his shirt and showed me his muscular back.

I touched his left shoulder blade, which had a distinct blue-black tattoo on that smooth piece of skin.

"It hurts, stitch by stitch, and it takes more than half an hour to finish drawing this pattern. ”

"How old are you?" I asked.

"When I was sixteen, it was last fall. He pulled down his shirt and said, "My good sister, don't go, or I'll have to kneel for days." ”

"I know. I muttered, "We girls are afraid of pain." ”

The elder brother held back a smile and said, "That's best, when I am an adult, I don't want to marry a girl with a tattoo." ”

I groaned and asked, "Really?"

"No, I don't have any principles. My brother rubbed my hair and smiled, "If it's you, you can do anything." ”

"You want to be beautiful. I gave him a blank look, and my heart blossomed.

......

When I was eighteen years old, Uncle Karen took my brother and me to the Gerry Imperial Palace.

The red dome of the royal palace resembles a bulging sail, though I have not seen the sea.

"His Royal Highness the Prince is waiting for you, go quickly. Uncle said.

I have long heard that the current crown prince, the guy named Locke Langdon does things in an orderly manner, and his people are not in a proper manner, no different from those gentlemen who spend their days drinking and drinking.

I have never liked such people, I have no family ambitions, and I simply feel that this prince is not a friend worthy of deep friendship.

The two of them know each other very well and seem to have a good relationship. But who really wants to deal with the son of the king today? As far as I know my brother, he is pretending anyway.

Rock Langdon saw me for the first time and said, "Sister Leia, how are you doing?"

I thought about it and said, "Your Royal Highness, Leia is all right. ”

Since then, my brother has stopped calling me Sister Leia, he only calls me Leia.

My father and Uncle Karen were both in high official positions, and it was inevitable that he would befriend the prince. But I don't understand why I went from being the sister of the Jensen Sissels family to the sister of Rock Landon when I met him once.

On weekdays, my brother is chic, but no matter how I ask this time, he refuses to say. Although this Locke Langdon is a prince, no matter how he says it, he is also a person, can he still be eaten alive?

Later, my brother always went in and out of the royal capital and went to those very lively occasions. For example, several of His Royal Highness's favorite taverns, as well as a training range.

I occasionally went to see him shoot man-shaped targets over and over again with that dragon's head longbow.

"They don't move, is it useful to practice this?" I asked.

"I don't know. The elder brother drew the bowstring and shot three arrows in a row.

"I'm probably not practicing precision. He added, "How quickly did you kill him when the other party didn't react." ”

I leaned forward, raised his longbow, and aimed casually at the target in front of me.

"Who does my brother want to kill?"

I looked back at him, but there was a chill in his eyes.

Like his father, General Karen Sissel, he is cold, ruthless, and intimidating.

"I want to kill someone who will never be on the bounty order. ”

Rise!

The arrow was out of his hand, and it cut a fiery red line.

I looked at it from afar, and hit the bull's-eye.