Online game: Confession of love to a noble daughter at the beginning

Liya closed her eyes tightly, and her body seemed to be immersed in nothingness.

Under the dark and boundless starry sky, her body curled up tightly.

Her arms were close to her body, as if she was drowning in a warm embrace.

"Hmm..."

Liya slowly opened her eyes and raised her head. She saw the sky in this space clearly.

Finally, the space nearby gradually formed a new outline.

She opened her mouth, but the words were like a stone stuck in her throat, and she couldn't spit out a word.

Liya tentatively stretched out her hands, and her two arms, as white and plump as lotus roots, left her warm chest and passed through the nothingness.

She looked at her arms and was stunned.

Then, her body made a cry, which was the inexplicable cry of a baby.

That was her voice, Liya was so sure.

Soon, the cry attracted the attention of a boy.

The boy trotted over, exerted force with his left hand, and carefully took her from the adult's arms.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

The boy had black hair and slowly raised his face.

A pair of very beautiful eyes, clear and smart, the black pupils were like a deep crystal, but shining like stars.

The mature voice of an adult sounded behind the boy:

"Don't scare her, Victor."

Victor... Victor?

Liya looked at the boy in front of her with tears in her eyes, as if a little blurry.

She stretched out her hand and unconsciously grabbed the boy's face.

She did it, the boy's cheek was scratched red, it looked painful, but the smile on his face did not change at all.

Still with an expression of surprise, his obsidian eyes looked at the baby in his arms with pity.

"She's so beautiful."

"Is she my sister?"

The adult's voice sounded again:

"Yes, she is your sister."

"Liya Kravenna, this will be her name from now on."

"You must protect her, Victor."

The boy nodded, his eyes full of expectation.

"I will."

No...

5 years old-

November 6th.

It was snowing outside the mansion, symbolizing that Braxton had entered winter.

Liya raised her soft left hand and caught the falling snowflakes in her palm, which melted in an instant.

She blew a breath of hot air on her little hand and rubbed it.

But suddenly, a shocked voice was heard in the mansion:

"It's amazing!"

"My Lord Viscount, your child has an incredible magical talent!"

The adults in the room laughed:

"Really? That's really good."

"Victor, you should study magic well in the future and become an excellent wizard."

Then, the boy's gentle laughter came from the room.

"For Leah, I will."

No...

December 21st.

Leah was wearing a thick pink cotton coat, and her long sleeves covered her little hands. The small and slender wool scarf was wrapped around her collar several times.

Her face was red, and a pink cotton hat slipped down, blocking Leah's small and bright eyes.

Looking forward to the snowman that Heilnason had built, she was very happy and had an innocent smile on her face.

The next second, a ball of fire flew towards her, brushed past Leah, and melted the big snowball used to make the snowman.

Leah looked back.

The boy was raising his left hand, and a white steam floated from his fingertips:

"Sorry, Leah."

"I just learned this magic, and it's a little unstable."

He apologized to Leah with an apologetic look on his face.

No...

December 22nd.

Leah accidentally knocked over the vase on the table.

The vase was smashed, and the wet soil inside covered the book with strange patterns.

Leah hurriedly pushed the soil away, but the pages were still stained by the soil, leaving traces.

Those strange patterns were blocked and became intermittent.

It was expensive, and Leah knew that she was in trouble.

That was Victor's most precious magic book.

The boy came over and just took a look at the stained book.

He was already ten years old and much taller than Liya, so he turned around and squatted in front of Liya.

His pair of bright black eyes looked at her tenderly.

"Are you scared, Liya?"

"You can cry as much as you want, don't be afraid."

The boy stretched out his left hand, gently placed it on Liya's head, and stroked it.

Liya's eyes felt wet, and tears rushed out of her eyes.

She still couldn't help crying loudly.

The boy pulled her into his arms and usedHe held her tightly in his warm arms.

His left hand gently and slowly stroked Leah's back.

"I will protect you forever."

"I will."

Still not right...

Eight years old.

Leah looked at the visitor who came to the family.

His name was Angus Delin, and he was her father's comrade-in-arms.

He was a powerful knight who lived in the north and had always stabilized the war in the north.

Behind him followed a little girl with the same silver-white hair as him.

She was about the same age as her and very beautiful.

She hid behind Uncle Angus timidly, holding his trouser leg tightly with her left hand, and shyly poked her head out.

Leah felt that she must have a good relationship with Uncle Angus.

During the adults' chat, she learned the other's name.

'Gwen Delin'.

Leah had a hunch that they would become particularly good friends.

Not right at all...

Ten years old.

The Delin family and the Cravenner family made a marriage contract, and Victor Cravenner married Gwen Delin.

The fifteen-year-old boy was already like an elegant little gentleman.

He accepted the arrangement of his family.

Zizi--

A burst of electric sound seemed to ring in his ears, but it was gone in a flash.

Leah didn't care.

Fourteen years old.

This year, Leah has begun to take over the family business.

Her father said that she should assist her brother as much as possible.

At the same time, because her brother already has a fiancée, so...

Leah can no longer act like a spoiled child to the boy as before.

After taking over the family business, Leah began to mature.

However, she did not forget to assist her brother.

Just as he said.

"I will."

...

Fifteen years old.

His father died.

His title was inherited by Victor Cravenner.

At the age of twenty, he became the youngest viscount in the empire.

His genius was well known, a third-level mage at the age of twenty.

Therefore, even if his father died, the influence of the Clevenna family remained undiminished.

More people came to visit, just to make friends with the youngest viscount.

The kind Victor received them one by one.

At night, he was alone, dragging his tired body.

Sitting in the pavilion under the moon, alone in sorrow.

Leah looked at his back.

As if he had noticed something, the man turned around.

With his left hand, he called her:

"Come here, Leah."

Her body moved unconsciously and she walked forward.

The man stretched out his left hand and pulled her into his arms.

Just like when he was a child, he hugged her tightly.

But she felt the fatigue in the man.

His chin rested on Leah's shoulder, looking a little weak.

"Liya, I'm so tired."

"Father passed away, I... I only have you to rely on."

Will my brother rely on her too?

He will.

Liya reached out and hugged the man's broad and strong back.

Isn't that right...?

Twenty years old.

Gwen Delin became the youngest Royal Knight Commander in the Empire, and many people were proud of her.

That day, at the family banquet celebrating.

Victor proposed to her.

In a trance, Liya came to the church.

She stood on a green lawn, with a blue sky above her head and white clouds floating by.

There were guests sitting around with smiles on their faces, and the white chairs under them.

The priest's pulpit was also white.

White doves and crows flew across the sky at the same time, and countless guests were looking forward to the wedding.

Liya stood under the stage, looking at the scene in front of her.

Gwen wore a white wedding dress and delicate makeup, and was as beautiful as a goddess in a painting, elegant and noble.

Victor, wearing a black suit, stood not far away and extended his left hand to Gwen in a gentlemanly manner.

Gwen held Victor with her right arm, and the two walked side by side into the wedding hall.

Surrounded by countless flowers, mixed with the laughter and thunderous applause of the noble guests.

Leah watched the two walk into the palace of happiness.

The priest stood on the pulpit, holding a thick code in his hand, looking at Gwen on the left, and asked:

"Miss Gwen, whether you are poor or rich, are you willing to spend your life with Victor Cravener?"

Gwen smiled, looked at the man in front of her, and nodded.

"Yes."

No, no...

The priest turned his head again and looked at Victor:

"Will you protect Gwendrin for her whole life?"

Victor raised his head and used his blackThe bright eyes like obsidian looked at Gwen.

"Yes."

No!

"I will definitely do it."

"No!!!"

Liya could no longer bear it and shouted.

However, no one around her paid any attention to her.

The nobles were unmoved and continued to offer heartfelt congratulations and laughter to the two newlyweds on the stage.

Liya stared with wide eyes, watching Victor and Gwen exchange wedding rings.

"Not at all... right."

"Isn't this everything you expect, Liya Kravenna?"

A deep voice sounded nearby,

It was a voice that only Liya could hear.

The surrounding scenes were still going on clearly.

But at this moment, Liya had understood something.

The moment Gwen put on the wedding ring, Liya lowered her head.

"Everything I expect? Ha."

She just raised her right hand.

Six shining gems were looming on her gloves.

The next second, six fluorescent gems flashed at the same time.

The six-layer formation flashed on Liya's gloves and began to rotate. The complicated patterns began to entangle around the formation.

The terrifying magic power poured out from the six formations at the same time, and the magic power was chaotic into a dazzling white light, gathering in front of her.

The powerful air wave completely engulfed the surroundings in an instant, and the huge impact cracked the earth.

The surroundings fell into a dead silence, and even the sound was torn and gradually blurred.

The scorching white light seemed to destroy the world.

Like a torn scroll, it kept burning, revealing a little bit of nothingness black.

Looking at the burning wedding hall in front of her, Liya raised her head.

A cold voice sounded indifferently from her mouth.

"Why do you dare to think so?"