Chapter 896: God descends (7)

"You don't need to find me, because... Mother went to a place far away, a place you will never reach. Ciller will take care of you in the future, good boy, grow up well, and you will be happy forever."
At that time, little Cloya was holding the letter paper in her hand, and tears gradually overflowed in her beautiful obsidian eyes.
Mother...Don't want her anymore?
At last.
Little Cloya cried and went to find her father, the noble Duke of White Rose of the Empire, sobbing to explain the situation.
Looking at the little girl with black hair and dark eyes, she was obviously inherited from her mother...
The Duke of White Rose frowned.
With a big wave of his hand, he symbolically sent a few people to find An Mi. After a few days of hastily searching, the news of An Mi, the Duke's wife in the side room, was violently killed.
The noble duke also married the new lady, a noble lady who was in a close relationship with the Duke of White Rose. The wedding was gorgeous and grand.
At that time, little Cloya's heart was darkened.
She looked at all the excitement coldly.
Turn around and leave.
Mother abandoned her, father didn't care about her, and she had no friends...
When she was young, Cloya also wanted to play with children from other families, but she was not unexpectedly rejected.
The reason is that she has black hair that symbolizes ominousness.
An Mi lives alone on weekdays, and the Duke of White Rose is in the empire, with one person being more than ten thousand people, and having almost supreme power. Therefore, even as his least favored daughter, Cloya has not been treated materially at all.
She even owns a place of her own.
Inside the Ducal Palace, a small villa on the second floor, exquisite and ancient.
Siler grew up like a housekeeper, taking care of Cloya's daily life and also serving as a bodyguard.
As for why a beautiful butler suddenly appeared next to Cloya, this was not within the Duke's consideration.
Because he didn't care about this daughter at all.
After raising her to adulthood, let her marry her brother who is also a nobleman, so that's it, the Duke of White Rose thought so.
...
From seven to seventeen.
Cyrel has taken care of Cloya for ten years, playing the role of perfect housekeeper, without any overstepping.
He had never even had physical contact with Cloya for a moment.
The man's slender fingers always wear white and clean gloves, the ascetic cold white, the aristocratic widow and indifferent.
In Cloya's impression.
This man named Cyrel was an extremely powerful magician. She had seen him backhand and eliminated countless magicians against her.
He is strong, elegant, has a noble beauty, and is gentle and considerate to her.
All this should have been extremely attractive to a girl who has been lacking love since childhood.
But Cloya didn't dare, she didn't dare to think about this man at all.
To be precise, Cloya was deeply afraid of him while relying on Ciller.
In the past ten years, Ciller's appearance has never changed by half, just as beautiful as when she first saw him.
Cloya suspected that Ciller was a monster.
After all, in this era, no one can understand what a robot is.
...
This time when Fu Yue had just passed through, the two drunks encountered in the alley were instigated to harm the original body.