The Princess and Princess(3)
Medissa was tossed around by the enthusiastic Elf girls for a while before she was put down. The little Silver Elf princess had never experienced such a scene even in her two lifetimes, and was very disheveled, her little face as red as ripe tomatoes.
As soon as she landed on the ground, afraid of retaliation, the Tree Elves whistled and immediately scattered, and the archery tournament winner nearly fell on her butt. Luckily, Amandina quickly rushed to help her, “Those stupid girls.” Amandina shook her head and handed over Medissa’s silver bow on her way.
“Thank you, sister Amandina.” Medissa said with a palpable sense of relief.
As she looked up at the flag belonging to the Silver Elf royal family flying high in the distance, the glow of satisfaction appeared in her eyes again. Countless years have passed since this flag had appeared so gloriously.
The moment she held the bow, her body and mind seemed to have returned to the past, when the wilderness was filled with galloping silver horses, and a horn sounded long and loud, as if resonating with the vast land.
Seeing the little Silver Elf princess distracted for a little moment, Amandina could roughly guess what she was thinking, and with a sigh, she gently put a cloak onto her. Although it was the middle of summer, one could still easily fall ill from sweating in the cool breeze. She was so used to paying attention to these details for Brendel, that she momentarily forgot that Medissais was just an Elite Elf.
Medissa was slightly startled and somewhat touched as she looked at Amandina, “Thank you so much, sister Amandina.”
“This is the second time.” Amandina shook her head, unconcerned.
“No, it is because I was thinking of you, sister..” Medissa, however, replied seriously.
“Is that so?”
“Well, one would be a little more gentle. Just like how I imagined my sister to be, hmm. That’s it…” the little Silver Elf princess smiled sweetly.
Amandina gave her a closer look. She had also heard some of Medissa’s stories and knew that the relationship between her and her sister was not hardly amicable. She reached up and tidied the hair on the girl’s forehead and replied, “That’s how it is in the royal family, I guess…”
“Royalty?” Medissa thought about it and looked at Amandina, “Right, sister Amandina. Has the Lord still not found the reason?”
“Well.” Amandina also remembered the incident and shook her head, “Miss Aloz checked me as well, but I don’t have the Golden Folk’s bloodline either. I guess it was Lord Marsha’s blessing at work that time.”
“Lord Marsha’s blessing?”
Medissa looked at Amandina and suddenly asked, “Sister Amandina, where is your necklace?”
“The necklace…” Amandina was slightly startled, subconsciously pressing her chest, “The necklace?”
“Yes. The necklace that you always kept with you. Weren’t you wearing it before you left for Ampere Seale? I remember seeing it once in
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