(Note: Kelol's Memories use the first-person writing method, taking Kelol as the perspective)

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April 4, 287, the imperial calendar of the Britannian Empire.

I, Kylor, are 14 years old.

"Kelol, this is my home and your place to live later."

Mr. Falke enthusiastically introduced me to the luxurious mansion in front of him.

It's so big and so luxurious - this is my first impression after seeing Mr. Falke's mansion.

I had a disagreement with my father, so I had a big fight with him and decided to run away from home. Not long after I left home, I met Mr. Falke who happened to run to the north to go to the business.

Because my cooking skills are excellent, Mr. Falke, who has the quirk of "loving adoption and having all kinds of abilities", invited me to live in his house.

I happened to be homeless, followed Mr. Falke south to Mr. Falke's base camp, Evan City, and prepared to move into Mr. Falke's residence soon.

The above is my life experience in the previous few months.

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Mr. Falke's mansion was very large. In order to cater to his own preferences, he opened many rooms in the mansion for people with various abilities like me.

The room I was arranged to be not big or small, and I guess the room of others should be similar to mine.

There should be a lot of furniture, such as beds, tables, chairs, mirrors, bedding... There is no shortage of essential things in life.

I picked up the mirror on the desktop.

The mirror reflects a cute face.

When I was still living in my hometown, some boys in the village suddenly ran over and said they liked me.

A few people even said they wanted to marry me.

I didn't realize that I was very cute before. It was not until many boys from the same village and other villages came to me and told me that I liked me that I gradually realized that my face was very cute.

And of course I refused all these boys who kept saying they like me.

Among these boys, there are also some handsome people.

But I just don't have any interest in them.

My mother once asked me what kind of boys I like.

I did not answer this question about my mother at that time.

Because I don't know what the answer is.

I touched my short water-blue hair that was as close as my chin, and then sighed softly.

It is definitely fake to come to such a strange environment where you have no relatives and have no relatives.

Can I live here?

Can I find friends?

Will I be bullied by the people here?

These problems have always bothered me lately.

Knock and knock - At this moment, a knock suddenly sounded outside the door.

Who - I opened the door with this question.

Outside the door, there are three girls who are slightly older than me.

"Hello~~"

The person who led these three girls has long fiery red hair.

But the appearance is relatively ordinary.

It should be said that these three people all look ordinary.

"Are you a newcomer?"

The red-haired girl asked me enthusiastically.

"Ah, yes..."

I turned my tongue, which was unwilling to speak Britannian, and replied.

"My name is Kelol Cook. Starting today, I will officially check in here."

"Hello~~" the red-haired girl continued to say in her enthusiastic tone, "My name is Harriet. We three are like you, and are also adopted by Mr. Falke."

"My name is Jima."

"My name is Jennifer."

The two girls standing behind Harriet also introduced themselves one by one.

"After learning that there were newcomers coming today, three of us came over and saw what the newcomers looked like."

Harriet patted his chest lightly, looking relieved.

"It's great. The newcomer is a cute girl, not a stinky boy who is not likable."

"Kelol, it's almost time to have lunch now. If you have time, should you go to lunch with us? We can also take you to familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment."

"Yeah! I have time!"

I agreed to Harriet's invitation without hesitation.

I was worried about having no relatives and friends in this place, and there were people - and the girl came to invite me to have dinner together.

Unless my head was pinched by the door, I would refuse the invitation from these three people.

I followed Harriet and walked outside the mansion.

Along the way, Harriet introduced me some rules about living here.

"Kelol, remember, don't ask others - what your abilities are."

"Huh? Why?" I asked Harriet.

"You should also know-Mr. Falke loves adopting people of all kinds of talents."

"There are many talents... strange."

"Some people are ashamed to talk about what their talents are."

"So over time, we cannot take the initiative to ask others what their talents are - this rule has become our unspoken rule."

"No matter how rebellious a person is, he will obey this customary rule."

"After all, if you violate this rule, you will be disliked by everyone and despised by everyone. No matter how arrogant you are, you don't want to be disliked by everyone and despised."

"So that's the case..." I nodded and silently remembered Harriet's words in my heart.

I felt secretly grateful in my heart - if Harriet hadn't told me this rule in time, I might have violated this unspoken rule in a confused manner.

"Harlit, thank you for telling me this."

I sincerely thanked Harriet.

"You're welcome." Harriet smiled, "After all, from now on, we will be a family..."

Before Harriet could finish her words, she suddenly stopped.

Then, he muttered softly:

"I actually met him..."

he?

I looked forward in confusion.

I saw a famous young man who was about the same age as me, walking towards us.

Harriet and the others seemed to have intentionally avoided the black-haired boy and leaned towards the corridor.

I was unsure of the reason, so I could only follow Harriet and the other two to the corridor.

As I was about to pass by this black-haired boy, I turned my eyes slightly and cast curious eyes at the black-haired boy.

Maybe it was because I felt like I was wearing a face, the black-haired boy was also turning his eyes slightly and shifting his eyes that had originally looked straight ahead to my face.

My eyes and his eyes collided in mid-air.

This person... looks so good-looking - this is my initial impression of this black-haired boy.

After my eyes collided with the black-haired boy in mid-air, my heartbeat rose a little.

After passing by us, the black-haired boy withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at me with a curious look.
Chapter completed!