Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

"………………" Noah was silent for a long time, even finishing a cup of tea, without saying anything. Margaret also waited patiently. Maybe it was because she and Theresa had been arguing with each other in their hearts but could not come to a conclusion, but in the end, it was Noah who announced the decision.

"use."

As if receiving some kind of recognition, Margaret couldn't suppress the smile on her face. She immediately knelt on one knee and offered Noya the knight's salute. Noya also extended his hand and let her kiss the back of it. Although it was a very ancient ritual, it was still remembered by the Linguang and Kirilet families, who already had a long history of it.

After completing the contract, Noah still felt a little embarrassed, but Margaret was very happy. After all, this way she could stay with Noah with a clear conscience.

Although it was only until the mace came back, she was already satisfied.

"Noah, I've actually wanted to be your knight for a long time," Margaret said frankly, "but I've never had the chance. Perhaps this time can be considered the fulfillment of my dream."

"... childish." Noah curled his lips. "It's just a temporary contract. Look how happy you are."

But she probably didn't even notice that her face was a little redder.

Chapter 10: Holy Spring

"Ya'er?"

"Ya'er, are you there?"

"My Lady Saint, are you looking for me?" Just as Enya was calling out to her maid, Ya'er suddenly patted her shoulder and asked with a smile, "How is it? After meeting Miss Noya, why do I feel that you look much better?"

"Really?" Enya touched her face. You know, before coming here, she worked all night yesterday. She was surprised to hear that she looked good. If the hot spring didn't have the same effect as the spring water in the game, it was probably the result of what Noah had done to her. Her face flushed and she whispered, "This might really be Noah's credit..."

"Eh?" Ya'er blinked, "Why are you blushing?"

"Why are you blushing? I just soaked in the hot spring for too long!" Enya quickly denied, fanning herself. "But you, Ya'er, why weren't you here just now? Miss Noya said she wanted to see you."

"...Well." When she mentioned this, Ya'er showed an embarrassed look, "Recently...I don't think I can see Miss Noah."

"Why?" Enya asked in confusion. "After she entered Kjerag, weren't you the first to know? And you even asked me to find her."

"There are many reasons for this. Just think of it as me having those few days every month." Ya'er could only use this unreasonable excuse to get away with it. Enya certainly didn't believe it, but she also felt that there might really be something hidden, so she stopped asking. After all, she was a very gentle person and would not ask about unnecessary things. Both Ya'er and Noah were her friends and very important, so she would naturally not favor one over the other.

"Alright, alright. If you don't want to see Noah, then don't bother." Enya sighed helplessly. "You two are all so secretive. Is there something you can't just say directly?"

In fact, Enya really didn't understand that Noya was unable to control her power now. As the Child of the Star, she would unconsciously disturb everything around her. In fact, Yaer had noticed it from afar before she came. Because of the arrival of the Child of the Star, the small courtyard where Noya was temporarily living had begun to change. The most obvious thing was the green plants in the courtyard. These green plants grown in Kjerag were cold-resistant, and during the time Noya had lived there, these green plants had grown taller.

It's not just the greenery, there's also the hot springs. The open-air hot springs themselves aren't anything special, but after Noya soaked in them... It wouldn't be life-threatening, but at least it could make you look three or four years younger. Long-term soaking might even improve your physique and strengthen your body's meridians and marrow.

It had only been less than a day, and her power had already begun to affect those around her. Fortunately, she seemed to realize this, and she seemed to have allowed another soul within her body to control her body, thus reducing the Star Child's alienation. Otherwise, the people on the previous train might have found themselves able to ascend to the fifth floor without difficulty the moment they disembarked.

According to Yaer's estimation, if a patient soaked in this hot spring, it would at least relieve their pain. Long-term soaking, or drinking the water, could even suppress their condition. This water is already incredibly close to holy water. Perhaps even ordinary people could benefit from it, too...

Not to mention the consequences of the hot spring turning into holy water, Yaer didn't dare to approach Noya under such circumstances. Who knows what will happen? Noya is still far from controlling the power of the Son of Stars. You must know that her predecessor, the Administrator, was a true god when she was just born. Her every move will affect the entire Terra. The Son of Stars is the offspring of Terra, and any of her actions will have a huge impact - until she left Terra, she lost these magical powers.

But Noa has never left Terra, and she has no experience and has no idea how to do these things.

It is extremely dangerous to approach Noah or talk to her now. It is okay for ordinary people, but a giant beast like Yaer is completely inferior to the Son of Stars, and it is really possible that she will be affected by her words, so she refused to meet Noah.

When Yaer and Enya arrived near the Silver Heart Lake, Yaer saw the huge statue of Yelagund again, and her face suddenly frowned.

"Look, Enya," she pointed in the direction of the statue. "Take a closer look! This statue... it really doesn't fit. It doesn't look like Yelagund at all!"

"Will it?" Enya tried to hold back her laughter, but soon coughed twice and put on a stern face. "I think it's fine."

"Not good at all!" Ya'er paced back and forth anxiously, suggesting to Enya in both voice channels. "At least her face should be thinner, and her figure should be…"

"Alright, Ya'er. This is the choice made by the people of Kjerag. The statue of Yelagund now stands as the most sacred Yelagund in their hearts." Enya knew this, of course. Because Yelagund holds a motherly image in the hearts of the people, the statue was naturally created with a friendly, blessed face. This image of a fat, overweight figure is arguably the universal image of the Kjerag people. "You know, there won't be much change in this regard."

"Alas." Ya'er sighed. Every time she saw the statue, she felt a pang of distress. "Enya, you've changed. You've become bad. It must be Noya's bad influence on you. Your room is now full of those comics about love between girls. When I was cleaning your room, I even saw some... hidden under the bed."

"Hey! Why are you secretly searching my room? I told you that several of my comics are missing. Ya'er, you can't do this!"

"Why not? I watched you grow up. Besides, if people knew you were reading that kind of comics, what would they think of you?"

"I'm not going to read it in public... Yaer, you're wrong." Enya and Yaer argued. Of course, both of them were just digging up each other's past, and they didn't seem angry. What's more, Yaer herself was secretly reading Enya's comic collection.

"Well, if you want to get those comics back, you can... this statue..."

"Rejected. I'll buy a new batch myself. I've already read those ones." Enya showed no mercy in this regard.

"Enya, good Enya~"

"It's not okay to act like a spoiled child like this."

"Enya...you are so bad."

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"Ha! Good wine!"

"This is what Enthyodis specially sent over. He said it would be used to promote the bonfire party on the eve of the ceremony. That, that..."

"Master, it's [Holy Mountain Manor: Spring in the Snowy Land]!"

"It's been on TV every day lately, so I've memorized it all."

"Grandstanding!" The voice paused. "Well, but this wine does taste quite good. It's quite strong. This is a rare good deed done by Enthyotis."

As he was speaking, the man added another sentence.

"But our own aged wine is no worse than this!"

"Master, shall we continue drinking? Including the one from the Brontao family, there are three other drinks to choose from."

"Of course I'll continue! How can I know which one is best if I don't try it myself? Since the Saint Lady has entrusted this party to my family, the Perlochi family, I have to take responsibility. Drinks are of utmost importance. I must select the best from Kjerag for our guests and make sure not to disappoint the Saint Lady! Go, bring up the remaining drinks!"

"Yes!"

"Come here! Follow me to move the wine!"

"..." The old monk stood in front of the door of his house, listening to the noise coming from inside, his face turning red and white. Rosaline, who was following behind him, only dared to pop her head out quietly and comment in a low voice.

"The people inside are really loud, old man. Your family must be very healthy."

"...Misfortune for our family..." The old monk's hands bulged with anger, and if he hadn't been holding a cane, he'd have worried his joints would crack from exerting too much force. "Don't worry, just treat it like your own home. I'll arrange a room for you later. The house is built against the mountain. If you want to go up tomorrow, you can take the shortcut behind the house."

"I see. Thank you, old man!"

"...Little girl, I must first apologize." The old monk paused. As an elder, he shouldn't have spoken so humbly, but in front of someone who seemed to be his granddaughter, he couldn't seem to be truly serious. "I invited you here for a selfish reason. Your Excellency Yelagund, I shouldn't have kept this from you."

"You're saying... Uncle, I'm not used to your sudden seriousness." Rosalyn was a good girl. She felt that staying in someone else's home was a gesture of kindness, and that doing something for them was not out of the ordinary. Besides, she was strong and could do any job, so she didn't feel unhappy about it. "What's so serious? Tell me, Uncle, I'm listening."

"Good girl, good girl." But the more reasonable Rosaline acted, the more the old monk felt he owed her. However, when he thought of the noise that had just been heard, he felt like something was stuck in his throat. After thinking for a long time, he finally spoke, "There's someone I want you to meet. He..."

"Master!" At this moment, another loud voice interrupted the old monk's spell casting process, causing his words to get stuck in his throat.

“…” He turned around suddenly, and the horror in his eyes could almost kill a bear.

"There's a big guy over there calling you, old man." Rosalin saw the person coming. She didn't recognize Gu Luo, and didn't know he was a powerful general under the Perrochi family. She just thought he was a loud and bold person. Since the old man said this was his home, the person here must be a family member. So she asked curiously, "Is that your son?"

"I don't have such a son." The old monk, known as the Grand Master, clenched his cane and took a deep breath. "Little girl, wait a moment."

At this time, Gu Luo had not yet realized the disaster that was about to happen. He ran forward enthusiastically and asked, "Master, why did you come back so suddenly?!"

"...Why, I can't come back?" The old master, who was already angry, had no intention of speaking in a good tone.

"That's not what I meant!" Guluo quickly explained, "It's just that, alas, you came at an unfortunate time..."

"What a coincidence! I'll come back whenever I want, and it's not your turn to interfere!" The old monk looked back at Rosaline, who was some distance away, and lowered his voice. "Where's your master?"

"Master, he, he..." Gu Luo scratched his head awkwardly. He knew that if he told the truth, he would be criticized by the master. But in front of the master... it seemed that lying was not a good idea.

"What's wrong with you being so hesitant? Speak!" The old monk paused with his cane, and his words became more angry.

"Yes!" Guluo immediately stood at attention. "The master is preparing for tomorrow's bonfire party!"

"You're only picking out the nice things to say? I heard the noise from inside from a long way off. What else?"

"...The master must personally supervise tomorrow's drinks and is currently tasting wines sent from various places..."

"This brat!!!" Drinking in broad daylight? The old monk was instantly furious. "He just said he'd quit drinking last month, and now he's doing this! Absurd! If he keeps changing his mind like this, how can he have any authority in the future?!"

"Master, this is also for the sake of state affairs, and out of loyalty to Her Majesty the Saint..." Guluo knew at a glance that he was doomed, but he still wanted to say a few more words, but the old monk was already full of anger, and it was obviously pointless.

"Hmph! I think he just can't control his mouth!" When the old monk thought about how he had found his granddaughter who had been lost for many years, and was waiting for his unfilial son to show some attitude and meet his granddaughter, but as soon as he came back, this man was drinking in broad daylight. Not to mention meeting, the old monk wanted to beat him to death with his crutch.

Gu Luo didn't dare to say anything, so he could only change the subject and said, "Haha... By the way, who is this girl?"

"Guluo boy, don't be rude!" the old monk said sternly, "The girl's name is Rosalin, and she's my guest."

"Oh, Miss Rosalin, welcome, welcome." Guluo finally greeted Rosalin. After receiving Rosalin's smile and wave, Guluo was stunned. He hadn't looked closely just now, but now he saw... How come Miss Rosalin looks so much like his master? Especially this face, which is exactly the same as the master's when he didn't have a beard. The eyebrows, the nose... Hey, it's really amazing.

He couldn't help but lower his voice.

"Master, who is this Miss Rosalyn?"

"Why does he look so much like old..."

"Shut up!" The old monk knew it was easy to tell, but he immediately warned Gu Luo. "This matter is not yet certain, so don't ask any more questions."

After the warning, the old monk coughed twice and said, "Guluo, take the girl in first. Go... wherever that bastard Actoros is, take her there."

Even after he finished speaking, he still felt something was wrong. "Also, tell your subordinates to prepare guest rooms and food. Make sure to entertain us well."

"Yes!" The eldest master said. Even if Guluo was not very smart, he would not neglect this young lady. However, he vaguely felt that there might be another legitimate young lady joining his family.

Chapter 11: The Past is Like the Wind

Kjerag's nights were once deadly.

Although this is a long time ago, the snow-capped mountains are still there, and the people are still there. People may no longer be afraid of the night, but no one should forget all this.

Forget the days and nights spent curled up by the fire, worried that if I closed my eyes I wouldn’t be able to open them again.

In the eyes of others, Kjerag is a pure land without natural disasters and a lost place with a distinct culture. Tourists only see the prosperous and joyful side of Kjerag, but always ignore the price behind these customs and differences.

They also don't understand the hardships of developing this country, and even some Kjerag people have forgotten it.

However, only when night falls, when darkness engulfs everything and the snow-capped mountains no longer sparkle in the sun, can people perhaps slightly recall the horror they once felt when huddled in the snow-capped mountains.

The wind whistles across the mountain top, and it is said that this is a sign that the mountain snow ghost has appeared.

Of course, these are all myths and legends. When Rosaline was in Ursus, her mother once said that if she didn't sleep well, bad things would come to catch her. But no matter how late she got into trouble and slept, the bad things never showed up, so she knew at that time that her mother must have chased away all the bad things. How could she bear to let her precious daughter be caught by bad things?

So, she slept soundly every night because she knew that no evil could be stronger than her mother.

However, she only has a mother and no father... What kind of person is her father?

She always thinks so.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." As if he had finished discussing with the big man, the old monk returned to Rosalin's side. Rosalin asked curiously.

"It's okay. Are you done talking? Before that big guy came out, what did you want to tell me, old man?" Rosalyn was still a little concerned about what she had just said. "Who do you want me to see?"

"The person I want you to see is inside the house." The old monk didn't say much, but his tone was very gentle. "Go in with this big man first, Rosalyn. Once he sees you, everything will be clear."

"Okay." Rosalyn nodded. She decided to follow her intuition. Since she felt that the old man would not harm him, she would trust him completely. "What about you, old man? Aren't you coming with us?"

"We'll see each other soon, child." The old man shook his head. In any case, this was a matter between father and daughter. He shouldn't and couldn't get involved. As for whether they could recognize each other... that depended on their luck. "Soon..."

"Please come in, Miss Rosalyn." Guluo extended his hand to invite her. He looked so serious that he didn't even dare to look directly at the girl in front of him. But after following Guluo into the house, she couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, big brother, your name is Gu Luo?"

"This old man in your family was whispering to you just now. What did you two talk about?"

"Hey, speak up! You were speaking just now, why are you suddenly silent?"

"What is it that you can't tell me?"

"Brother, say something."

Gu Luo's face flushed red, but he had just promised the master not to say anything extra, so he dared not say anything at all. He could only make an x ​​gesture with his mouth to indicate that he could only remain mute.

"Really can't tell?"

Gu Luo looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Well... okay, I won't embarrass you." Rosalyn didn't want to embarrass anyone, so she buried her doubts deep in her heart. "Anyway, we'll know when we meet the person, right? I'm also curious about why you two are staring at my face. Is it that I look like someone, or someone looks like me? Could it be that the person the old man said he wanted me to meet is—"

"This, no, no...!" Guluo was anxious and wanted to say something to explain, but then he remembered that he seemed unable to speak, so he immediately closed his mouth.

"Tsk, that's enough. You're the type who never tells lies." Rosalyn curled her lips. "Honestly, the looks you give me are really weird. If I didn't know you had no bad intentions, I would have taken action."

After walking for a while, Rosalin almost knew the specific direction, so she simply passed Guluo and led him forward. And to be honest, it was not that difficult to find where to go. After all, the smell of alcohol was already overwhelming. Most likely, this place with the tempting aroma of wine was where Guluo wanted to take her. She arrived at the door first. For some reason, her heartbeat seemed to accelerate... After all, she seemed to have guessed something just now.

She was even worried about what would happen if she really met her father the next moment.

"Excuse me—" She pushed open the door.

"Hahaha! Good wine, good wine!" But the person coming towards him was a middle-aged man with a big beard who was drinking happily from a pile of wine bottles. He held the bottle high and was obviously drunk. The muffled sound of the cork popping out echoed in the wine cellar. The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and poured the wine into the glass. However, the amber wine flowed over the rim of the crystal glass and formed a pool on the mahogany table. This was the nth bottle of Holy Mountain Manor Snow Spring that he had opened tonight. Perhaps he really just wanted to taste it, but drinking is something that you often can't stop.