There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

“No, you should leave Shi Tongling.”

After rolling up the carpet and putting it aside, Leonie gently stroked little Vivian's head, her eyes full of reluctance.

"Madam brought this up with the Elector two years ago, but he only recently agreed. It would be best if you set off as soon as possible, in case the Elector changes his mind..."

"What about Mom? Can't Mom go with me?"

"My lady must remain in this tower, so that the Elector may see her at all times."

Just two years after the death of his own sons and nephews, his wife and children were driven away. This is a thorny problem for any person in power.

This will make people label him as heartless and disloyal.

Viviana, who was watching silently at the side, had her eyes darkened.

It’s a pity that little Vivian doesn’t know this now. She just simply thinks that her uncle is worried about them.

"I, I want to ask Uncle Childe for help."

Pulling at the hem of Leonie's skirt, little Vivian looked at the elder eagerly.

"Miss Viviana, Childe is your cousin, but he is also the current elector of Shi Tongling..."

"Lord Walner was assassinated during an inspection tour just two years after he ascended the throne. His marriage to his wife had already offended many people, and people were speculating that Childe was the culprit..."

Killed him...

If I ask him for help now, wouldn't that be like sending it to his door?

"Ah! I'm confused. Why am I telling you this?"

After knocking her forehead, Leonie said goodbye to little Vivian and walked out with the carpet between her legs.

Only Viviana and little Vivian were left in the room. Looking at the distraught little Vivian, Viviana suddenly felt that this was not a good ending.

She quietly walked to the door and opened it.

As I was about to leave, I suddenly heard little Vivian mumbling to herself from behind.

"If, if Mom and Dad could live a normal life, would we be happy forever?"

Maybe...

Viviana paused before going out, and finally did not dare to answer.

She herself didn't know the answer.

She closed the door considerately and turned her gaze to the distance again.

At the end of the continuous staircase, another door appeared.

It seemed as if he was waiting for her on purpose.

Without hesitation, and with a little hope, Viviana walked up and pushed it open.

The scene before her eyes suddenly changed, from the dark and gloomy tower to the bright sunshine, surrounded by blooming marigolds. Passersby ignored her and walked past one after another.

Suddenly, something warm grabbed Vivian's hand. She looked down and saw little Vivian standing beside her, holding a wicker basket in her hand.

The clothes she was wearing were far less luxurious than before, and traces of starching could even be seen on the edges.

Looking up at Viviana, little Viviana extended an invitation: "I'm about to go out, do you want to join me?"

"...good."

Viviana nodded as if possessed, and followed little Vivian out the door.

The two walked together through the streets filled with the scent of marigolds, like a pair of close sisters.

Just as Viviana was gradually immersed in this ordinary "acting", little Vivian suddenly stopped in front of a window.

"Wait for me first."

"what happened?"

He looked at little Vivian curiously, but she just smiled mysteriously, stood in front of the window, and counted quietly.

"Three, two, one..."

As little Vivian's voice fell, the window facing the street opened, and a woman with a frown on her face looked out into the distance, holding a paintbrush.

"Mrs. Seaman, good afternoon!"

She raised her right hand high and waved it, and little Vivian immediately tiptoed to wave at her, her smile as bright as the marigolds blooming on the street.

Ximan, who was looking at the tall tower in the distance, was attracted by little Vivian's voice, but instead of greeting her as usual, he instantly retracted his body and closed the window.

As if avoiding something.

"Strange, Mrs. Seaman seems to be in a bad mood. She didn't respond to me and closed the window. Maybe she's out of inspiration for painting and things aren't going well... Mom and I should go see her tonight..."

Showing some concern for the old neighbor who suddenly changed his expression, little Vivian pursed her lips and pulled Viviana towards their predetermined route.

On the way, Viviana looked back and saw the woman named Frieda Seaman sitting by the window, looking at them with complicated eyes.

There is regret in his eyes, and...

hatred!

Suddenly, Viviana had a bad feeling in her heart.

This is not an illusory feeling, but a real palpitation.

seem...

This story doesn't seem as ordinary as she imagined...

Volume 8: Chapter 73: A Better Ending

In this story, Woliner becomes a teacher in a public school. He wins the love of students for his humorous teaching style and kind attitude.

Lucinda became an editor at her favorite poetry magazine, with a higher salary than before, enough to cover the family expenses and buy little Vivi a beautiful dress.

"Werner von Hochberg managed to become a normal person?"

Viviana kept repeating the stories she had heard from little Vivian, and her expression gradually calmed down.

Just as she had heard from the previous "Vivian", her parents became ordinary people.

So...

I shouldn't be dragged into suffering, right?

She can also grow up with her parents as she wishes.

"Are you familiar with the area?"

Seeing little Vivian moving through the alleys with ease, Vivianna asked curiously.

The surrounding alleys were so complicated that she could easily get lost if she wasn't careful. It was hard to imagine how many times little Vivian had to walk there before she could remember the way.

"You mean Karl-Schmidt-Straße? Of course, I celebrated my tenth birthday here!"

Turning back and smiling, little Vivian answered Viviana's question.

"Have Mom and Dad always lived here?" Viviana asked again.

"I moved out a few times briefly, and I didn't quite understand the reasons... but in the end, it came full circle and I ended up moving back."

"Looking at the whole of Trilinterre, Karl Schmidt Street is really quite unremarkable. There are only a few flower shops, bars, and paint shops, all of which are old, low buildings."

“The people who live here are just ordinary people, with a few down-and-out artists and aristocrats… but Mom and Dad love it here.”

The impoverished aristocrat...the artist...

Listening to little Vivian's words, Vivian inexplicably thought of Mrs. Ximan who had a strange attitude just now.

If she remembered correctly, this was the painter who painted the Death of the Witch-King in real life.

Because he admired the Witch King, he was devastated after witnessing his death. In the end, he worked hard to create a picture of the Witch King's death and then passed away.

It must have taken a lot of effort for Walter to be neighbors with such people, and someone might even deliberately pick a fight with him.

After all, Wollner was also from the Elector's family, and they had a part in the Witch King's death.

"Has anyone ever troubled you?"

Pretending to ask casually, Viviana looked at the street intersection in front of her, where a group of people were gathered. The wide street intersection was blocked by people.

"Dad said that there were some in the beginning, but since he decided to stay, he has made all the preparations."

Werner von Hochberg managed to transform himself into an ordinary person...

To have lived here for ten years, he must have used up all his connections in Shi Tongling and Cui Lintelme, spent all his savings, and perhaps even changed his appearance...

It's not easy to give up everything you once had...

"By the way, Vivian, is that a cake in your hand?"

Suddenly, Viviana noticed the basket in little Vivian's hand, and her thoughts unconsciously diverged.

once...

There is also a person who would do this kind of thing.

"Yes, I learned it from my neighbor sister for a long time."

Little Vivian brought the wicker basket in front of her, opened the lid, and revealed a small cake about the size of a palm inside.

The white cream was dotted with some golden powder. Smelling the familiar fragrance, Viviana immediately recognized that it was the petals of marigolds.

"Is this... a marigold petal?"

"Hmm! Marigold petals have a slightly bitter taste, but if you grind them into powder and add them to cakes, they're both fragrant and can help alleviate the greasiness."

"My mom doesn't get home until very late from work, so I volunteered to deliver lunch to her for a month."

Little Vivian smiled with her head tilted back, her smile was pure and innocent. The midday sun shone on her face, making her look golden.

“Will it be hard?”

Thinking of the little girl in the maid skirt, Viviana asked the doubts she had kept for many years.

"No... If I help with more things, Mom and Dad won't be so tired. That way, they can take me to the party hosted by Mrs. Seaman on the weekend."

"Mom and Dad would hold my hand and walk through the long alley to Mrs. Seaman's house. There were many interesting people there. They played the piano beautifully and talked beautifully."

"I'll tell you a secret. Mom and Dad met at Mrs. Seaman's party!"

"Vivian also likes it here. Vivian doesn't find it hard."

Carrying her own little basket, little Vivian walked ahead with cheerful steps.

Looking at "herself" from behind, Viviana couldn't help but envy the other person.

"...This kind of life is good."

"Vivian...Na, this kind of life is really good."

Muttering, Viviana didn't know whether she was blessing or talking to herself.

Quickening their pace, Viviana and little Vivian came to the street, squeezed into the crowd, and walked towards the center.

However, the discussion coming from the surroundings made Viviana's face freeze.

"What's going on? Was that...Lucinda?"

"How could a well-behaved civilian possibly offend anyone? Did he write a poem he shouldn't have? The sheriff came so quickly, it's not right..."

"She came quickly and left quickly. What else can you say? Don't ask around. It must be because of her husband."

"Warner?"

"Hush! I also heard that he is actually the heir to the Electorate of Shi Tongling. He has lived an ordinary life on Karl Schmidt Street for ten years, hiding his identity and taking care of his wife and daughter."

"I usually greet the three of them, so I didn't notice. They hid it pretty well..."

"Alas, how could they possibly keep it a secret? It's said that Werner didn't show up in the classroom this morning. We don't even know if the person who took him away was the Queen's Voice or a vassal of the Hochberg family."

"I think it's most likely Frieda Seaman who tipped off. That woman is actually pretty crazy. Look at the paintings she drew, every one of them is related to Him. Why aren't they arresting her?"

"Keep your voice down! Keep your voice down!"

Snapped...

The sound of the basket falling to the ground suddenly woke Viviana, who was listening to the discussion around her.

Looking at the figure with a hood on her head being pushed onto the car, even though she couldn't see her face clearly, Viviana knew that it was her mother.