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The jade-thin fingers playing on the strings stopped at the last note.

But the sea of ​​flowers was still there, and the fragrance still existed. It took a long time before it gradually faded and disappeared from sight.

The lingering sound lingers for three days, which probably refers to this.

I blinked and returned to reality.

The girl sitting on the floor had put away her harp, and the little hand that played the incomparably beautiful and moving music was holding the tea cup, sipping it gently, and waiting calmly for me to wake up.

When the eyes that completely found the focus fell on her, the girl slowly opened her eyes that had been closed.

There seems to be just a pair of very ordinary dark brown eyes, but for some reason, there is a finishing touch embedded in the girl's eyes. It seems that it has to be perfect like this. The watery pupils are covered with a layer of moist mist, hazy.

, calm and mature colors are reflected in the water color.

Coupled with long, soft, slightly curly chestnut hair, a faint charming smile at the corner of her mouth, and a round and delicate face, exuding indescribable nobility, these features make the girl's temperament appear elegant and beautiful.

Mature and charming.

This is an upright and blooming flower. Her presence makes the music played just now more moving and makes the sea of ​​flowers seem extremely bleak.

"How long have you been waiting?" Because I had vaguely guessed the identity of the girl in front of me, and was slightly surprised by her beauty, I quickly calmed down and asked.

"About half an hour or so."

The girl smiled and replied with a sweet voice. Such a touching voice made me couldn't help but think about how wonderful it would be if the girl's singing voice was added to the music played just now. After thinking about it, I can only

Find a body and praise it with vulgar words - Sajia's life is worth it.

Just by hearing the sound, you can think of singing. She is worthy of being one of the top ten singers of the elves. However, according to Artoria, her best thing seems to be dancing, and the most representative number one at the opening of the Elf Festival is

The dance is performed by the girl in front of me. This is really...there is no way to describe it in words.

"Has it been half an hour already? What an incredible performance. Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"Your Highness, I should be the one to apologize." The other party bowed, and the long white dress draped on the ground was like a lotus leaf floating in the waves. It was pleasing to the eye. It was so elegant.

Extreme.

"I was unable to meet in time to pay my respects to His Highness. Instead, I asked His Highness to come in person and condescend to pay me a visit. The neglect is really shameless, so I can only greet him with humility and apologize."

"This must be our first meeting. How did you recognize me?" I asked curiously.

"I have heard a little about His Highness's past deeds, and learned a lot from Lady Vilas and Lady Linya. In addition, there are not many people who can freely enter and leave the Crystal Tree, so I guessed it at first sight.

Your Highness the Prince."

"Oh, I see, you are really serious about it." I touched my chin.

It seems that the girl in front of me is not the least bit curious about me.

"Hey, come and visit in person?" The slightly long reflex arc made me realize that the previous sentence seemed to have details worth paying attention to.

Looking away from the girl, I had time to look at the surrounding environment, and found that I had been unknowingly guided by the singing to a huge room decorated like a music room.

The room was very simple, with almost no furniture. The most eye-catching thing was the stage in front of me. The other three walls were filled with display racks and hundreds of various musical instruments that dazzled me.

I was directly below the stage, and the girl was on the stage.

Looking at this scene, it seems that I have really broken into the girl's home. Although I was attracted by the girl's singing, maybe it was an invitation.

"I would like to confirm that you are one of the inheritors of the Twelve Knights. Artoria mentioned it to me... huh?" I recalled it carefully. What did Artoria call her?

"I mentioned... Mipa?" Although I feel that my moral integrity will be lost, at this point, I can't pretend to have forgotten it. I just have to follow my memory and sell my moral integrity.

"Mipa...? Although it's a bit strange, it sounds good if you listen carefully. If His Highness the Prince wants to call me this way in the future, I will happily accept it."

"Sorry." When she said this, I knew I must have called her wrong.

"It doesn't matter, His Highness's name is not bad." The girl arched her eyebrows and smiled softly. That smile seemed to exude a mature and sweet fragrance, and she really had the flavor of a married woman and a knight.

Is it really okay... Mipa?" I tilted my head in confusion, feeling that my moral integrity was gone again.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Your Highness, please feel free to call me."

"Mi... Pa, um, Mi Pa?"

Oh oh oh bastard, don’t scream like that again. I finally glued the moral bottle back together during more than a month of border patrol, and now it’s about to break again!!!

"Excuse me, please tell me your name." I held my forehead and begged with difficulty.

"As Your Highness wishes."

As the words fell, a beautiful white veil floated on the stage, and the long skirt draped on the stage floor flapped its beautiful wings like a butterfly, dancing gorgeously.

As if by magic, when the dancing butterfly reached the end, it suddenly disappeared.

The beautiful girl wearing a ceremonial veil in front of her has also transformed into a heroic female knight wearing a light red dress and a pair of light armor.

The female knight in front of me jumped lightly, floated down to the bottom of the stage, and knelt down on one knee respectfully in front of me.

"Milas, the inheritor of the Flower of Ice Mist, has met His Highness the Prince."

Oh. Milas, by the way, it’s Milas. Arturia calls her Mira.

Connecting it with the vague memories in my mind, I suddenly realized it.

"Get up, noble inheritor of knights. Nice to meet you." I extended my right hand to Milas in front of me.

"This is my honor." Milas lowered her head and said, putting her little hand up.

The fingers are obviously so slender, but when held in the hand they seem to have no bones and are extremely soft. Probably only such hands can play such beautiful music.

With a gentle pull, Milas stood up and raised her head with a smile. She looked directly into my eyes without feeling shy at all. From her eyes, one could easily detect a strong curiosity.

interest.

Really... After changing a set of clothes, the soft girl just now disappeared, replaced by a mature and generous female knight with a somewhat strong personality.

In terms of self-reliance, it is in subtle agreement with the Married Woman Knight. However, the momentum is a bit sharp, unlike the Married Woman Knight who moisturizes things quietly. He was teased without knowing it, and he could not have any temper.

.

I subconsciously analyzed every feature of the Milas in front of me and compared them with the Married Woman Knight. Although I knew it was inappropriate to do so, Milas is Milas and Shirley is Shirley. These are two existences.

, each has its own soul color, even if it is the inheritor, it is impossible to require the other party to have exactly the same personality and behavior.

"First meeting." In the silent gaze, I was defeated first.

"Yes, Your Highness, this is indeed the first time. We should have met you a long time ago."

"That's all a coincidence, as if fate wanted us to meet at this moment." I said nonsense.

"Destiny...?"

Milas blinked at the mist, revealing her bright and smart eyes in the charming haze.

"Is not it?"

These beautiful and moving eyes, but with hidden keen eyes, seemed to have seen through my thoughts long ago, which made me panic. I forced myself to smile calmly and asked.

In fact, I have been avoiding the girl in front of me, not wanting to meet her.

"I didn't expect His Highness to be such a romantic person. You are right, it is fate that connects His Highness and me." Milas smiled softly, stretched out a pair of small hands, and put my hands together.

"..."

This... is a bit too amazing. I'm just saying that fate delayed the time for us to meet, but it turned out that fate connected us together, and it doesn't sound like there is any sense of disobedience.

I don't know how to refute even if I want to refute it.

Being held by the gentle and precious little hands that can play the sounds of nature, I see a charming and beautiful face that is extremely seductive to the eye, and there is a strange but very attractive fragrance lingering on the tip of my nose, but I don’t feel the beauty at all, on the contrary

Very troubled.

Although the wife knight is also an acquaintance, I can feel that she is actually very reserved in her heart and will not let strangers touch her easily. It is because she has a wonderful fate with me that she can get close and intimate so easily.

The knight girl in front of me seems to be very warm and open despite being familiar with her. She is not afraid of contact with strangers at all. I am a little uncomfortable with this person.

Well, hey, wait, why is there a murderous aura behind it?!

I turned around suddenly and found that the maidservant had arrived at the door at some point and was standing there without saying a word. What made a strong contrast between her quiet figure and face was her pair of purple eyes, which were shining with an intensity that could not be concealed.

emotion.

To put it simply, she was jealous again.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty." She walked forward expressionlessly and bowed mechanically. Then without even looking at me, she turned her head to look at the other person and said.

"Knight Milas, Her Majesty the Queen has summoned me. Please follow me [immediately] to see you."

When he said the word "immediately", he seemed to be bitten a lot harder, and his peripheral vision was very hidden and quickly glanced at the hands that Milas and I were holding.

"Oh my, what's wrong with Jeluka today? Why does she speak so stiffly? Don't you recognize me?"

Milasi pretended to be surprised, but I caught a sudden hint of cunning in her hazy and beautiful eyes.

That's it, I seem to understand.

She suddenly held my hand, showing it to the dirty maid, just to tease her.

There is a premise here. It is that Milas in front of me already knows, or suspects, the relationship with my dirty maid.
To be continued...