"Sister Gloria!"
Vivian got up and rested her head on Gloria's thighs. She blinked and asked, "Are we going to continue the story today?"
Gloria patted the little girl's head and covered Vivian's arm with the blanket. She whispered, "Don't catch a cold. This year's autumn is much colder than before. Winter is coming soon. "
As a high-grade witch, Gloria was immune to both heat and cold. Her magic was constant, and she could adapt to almost any environment. However, Vivian was still a little girl, and she had just started learning magic. It would be easy for her to catch a cold. Gloria closed her legs and put the little girl in a more comfortable position. She then stroked Vivian's hair and whispered, "Take a break today. I have something to tell you. "
The little girl nodded obediently and asked, "Is it about my brother's plan to leave?"
Very smart.
Gloria nodded slightly and looked into Vivian's eyes. She then said seriously, "You're much smarter and more mature than other children. I'm sure you know that you'll encounter a lot of dangers along the way."
"Do you really plan to go to Autumnfall with Søren?"
The little girl didn't even think about it. She put on a serious expression and said, "Of course. I'll go wherever my brother goes. Besides, I have my brother to protect me. A little danger is nothing. "
Gloria's expression also became serious. She then said in a low voice, "Although Søren is a skilled rogue, there are still many dangers that he can't handle. This time, there are two-headed ogres in the south. Something big must have happened. It's too dangerous for the two of you to travel. Not to mention, you'll have to go into the forest when you reach Autumnfall. There are many monsters that ordinary people can't handle. "
"If Søren accidentally encounters them, he won't be able to protect himself, let alone you."
Vivian faltered slightly upon hearing this before a very solemn expression appeared on her little face, and she said in a serious voice, "It's alright. I can protect my brother! I feel like I'm much stronger than before! "
That's not the right answer.
Also, what's with that solemn expression and the sense of mission?
Gloria had rehearsed the words in her heart several times in the beginning, but she couldn't say them out loud. Vivian's answer was completely beyond her expectations. Hearing the little girl's incomparably serious words, she actually didn't know what to say for a moment.
Protect Søren?
You're just an eight-year-old girl.
She didn't know if Søren should feel relieved or ashamed after hearing this.
"Silly girl."
Gloria rubbed Vivian's little head fiercely with her hand and seemed to be a little helpless. "Then why can't you persuade Soran not to go there? You clearly know that the wilderness is dangerous, yet you still want to go so far away when you're not strong enough. Why don't you stay here or follow me to the North? You can stay by my side and continue to learn magic, and Søren won't have to take such a big risk. You don't have any relatives in the Elven Kingdom. If you go there recklessly, you'll suffer a lot. "
"Søren cares a lot about you. If you persuade him, maybe he'll give up on the idea of going there."
The little girl bit her finger with a hesitant expression. Gloria reached out and took the little girl's white finger. She patted the little girl's head and said sternly, "Don't suck your finger."
Vivian giggled and stuck out her tongue. She then said seriously, "My brother must have a reason for going there, although he didn't tell me why."
"But my brother's decision is definitely right."
Gloria was speechless. She even had the urge to beat Søren up. She said in a low voice, "No one's decision will always be right. Besides, Søren is only an adventurer. There are many things that he hasn't heard of. There are Two-Headed Dragons, Moonsaber Panthers, and all kinds of strange creatures near the Elven Forest. It'll be very dangerous if you accidentally encounter them. "
The little girl turned her head away unhappily and pouted, "My brother's decision is definitely right. Even if he's wrong, he's doing it for my own good."
"Don't you dare say anything bad about him!"
"My brother is the best brother in the world. He'll be the strongest brother in the future."
Vivian had a solemn expression on her face. It seemed like she was even more confident than Søren that he would become a powerful person in the future.
The mistress sighed helplessly again and said, "Sometimes I wonder if the two of you are biological siblings. But after seeing you like this, I really believe it."
"You two have the same temper."
Vivian didn't say anything, but there was a hint of pride on her face. It was as if the mistress said that she and Søren were similar was something to be proud of.
The mistress of the caravan didn't know how important Søren was to Vivian.
He wasn't just an older brother. He was more like a father who held up the sky for her with his strong back. No one remembered what Søren used to be. In their eyes, Søren was just a taciturn rogue with a cold expression. Sometimes, he was even a ruthless person. However, there was one person in this world who remembered what Søren used to be. She had been remembering things since she was very young. In her earliest memories, her brother was a handsome young man with two dimples when he smiled. He would carry her, who was only one or two years old, to watch flowers and catch butterflies under the warm afternoon sun. He would make funny faces and make funny faces to make her laugh.
At that time, their mother hadn't gone crazy. Although they lived a poor life, it wasn't too bad.
Later on, they became orphans.
When Søren was fourteen or fifteen years old, he brought her, who was only three years old, to wander the streets. Her brother did almost everything to support her. She still remembered the ferocious look on his face when he first got into a fight because of her, and how he had to comfort her when she was crying. She also remembered the first time her brother stole something, and how his hands trembled with joy and nervousness. She also remembered the first time her brother killed someone because of her. Even though her back was facing him, she could still feel his fear. He didn't dare to fall asleep, and she could only hug his arm tightly and curl up in his embrace. It was as if that could strengthen their courage. Her brother smiled less and less, and his expression became colder and colder. He would only smile when he was comforting her, and his dimples would make her heart feel warm.
It was a good thing that both of them had dimples.
Her brother was her brother, and her brother wasn't just her brother. There were some things that outsiders would never understand, and they didn't need outsiders to understand.
"Sister Gloria."
Vivian timidly looked at the mistress of the caravan and whispered, "Why don't you come with us? If there's any danger that neither my brother nor Vivian can handle, you can protect us! You're so strong, so there won't be any problems. Plus, it's so boring to stay here all day. Don't you want to go to the Elven Kingdom? "
The mistress of the caravan was amused. She patted the little girl's head and said, "I was the one who told you not to go to the Elven Kingdom. Why are you asking me to go with you?"
The little girl sneaked a glance at the mistress of the caravan and whispered, "What if we meet a monster that neither my brother nor I can defeat? Then Vivian will be eaten by the monster!"
"Then I won't be able to see you again. Sob sob sob! "
The little girl's acting skills were terrible. She was clearly pretending to cry, but she didn't shed any tears. She rubbed her eyes with her little hands and stole a glance at Gloria, but she was really cute and funny. The mistress of the caravan couldn't help but smile a little.
Slap!
The mistress of the caravan grabbed the little girl and placed her on her knees. She then slapped the little girl's butt and said, "That's what you get for pretending! You little imp! "
The mistress of the caravan sighed and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Let me think about it." [Charm successful!]
The mistress of the caravan felt that she had failed to achieve her goal and was even persuaded by the little girl's pitiful expression. She looked a little discouraged and got up to leave. But at this time, the little girl suddenly reached out and grabbed one of her fingers, whispering, "Sister Gloria, can you sleep with me tonight?"
"Okay." The mistress of the caravan hesitated for a moment before nodding. She lifted the soft velvet blanket and lay down. Vivian snuggled into her arms like a kitten and rested her head on her chest.
The little girl twitched her nose and sniffed. She arched her nose like a puppy and whispered, "Sister smells so good."
Gloria didn't reply. She hugged the little girl and closed her eyes. Sometimes, she didn't know why she couldn't harden her heart toward Vivian. Perhaps she really liked the little girl. When she first saw the little girl's petite figure, she felt sorry for her. It was as if her maternal instincts had been awakened. As they got to know each other more, she was able to infect Gloria with her emotions. Gloria could feel the little girl's joy, seriousness, and persistence.
It was hard to explain, but Gloria enjoyed having the little girl by her side. Perhaps they were similar in some ways.
"Big sister's chest is so soft. It feels so good to touch."
The little girl didn't seem to be sleepy. She pinched the mistress of the caravan's chest curiously. At this age, curiosity was at its peak. Anything new could attract her attention. Vivian's memories of her mother were blurry. She couldn't even remember her mother's face. The mistress of the caravan before her filled in the gaps in her image of her mother. She was a gentle, beautiful, and elegant woman who cared for her.
Smack!
Gloria slapped her butt again.
Vivian obediently retracted her hand even though she really wanted to touch her butt again.
Gloria's cheeks flushed red. She glared at the little girl and said sternly, "Don't move and don't touch me. Go to sleep, or I'll cast a Deep Sleep spell on you."
The little girl finally behaved herself.
She hugged the mistress of the caravan's arm and buried her head in her bosom. Her breathing gradually evened out, and she fell asleep soon after.
After all, children at this age were very sleepy.
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