The End of Infinity Stream

Going back 20 years, the former high priest of Lotas adopted a child while he was patrolling, and that girl was Rosmand's sister, Yana Mander, who was ten years old.

Ten-year-old Yana Mander is extremely talented. It took her only one year to learn the entire Lotus church book, and basically learned the entire country's books in three years. She is known as the most talented Lotus. Heir to the high priesthood.

By the way, the high priest at that time was not that awesome, it was just people’s belief.

Yes, at that time, everyone believed that the person most qualified to be the next high priest of Lotas Church was Yana Mander, if she was not a girl.

Because she is a girl, no matter how good she is, she cannot become the symbol of Lotus.

Endorsements for Lotas can only be male.

So Yanamande could only do nothing in the Lotas Church, even though she was well-versed in poetry and books, she was asked by the emperor at the time to enter the palace to be the teacher of the prince's children.

This was also the first time Wen Dilot saw that woman.

He vaguely remembers that the first time they met at that time was in the study. When he opened the door, a scent entered his nerves faster than his eyes.

It was a medicinal scent, with a light and elegant fragrance.

Then he saw the woman sitting behind the desk. She had black hair and was wearing a silver gauze skirt. Her thin body was buried in the wide silver gauze skirt, making her appear sickly and thin.

She had a delicate face, and when she looked up at him, her eyes were as dull as stagnant water.

She is so beautiful, so beautiful that she does not look like a real person. She is so white, so white that it is not healthy. She is very thin, as if she only has bones.

Those eyes of hers are so scary!

Wen Dilot, who was only five years old, looked scared when he saw the woman in front of him.

When Yanamander saw Wen Dilot's expression, he was slightly startled, and then suddenly laughed out loud:

"What's that expression on your face? Is the future king of this country such a timid five-year-old kid?"

Yana Mander smiled very wantonly. It was a smile that Wen Dilot had never seen before. Wen Dilot seemed to like this smile better than those elegant smiles that looked exactly the same as if he had learned the standard from a book.

After hearing what she said, Wen Dilot was a little unconvinced. He bulged his belly, clenched his fists, looked at the woman, and shouted:
"Me! I am not a coward. My name is Emperor Wen! Emperor Wen Lott! I am the future king of this country!"

Wen Dilot's expression was stubborn and cute, and Yana Mander looked at Wen Dilot's little face and couldn't help laughing again.

Seeing Yana Mande's smiling face, Wen Dilot suddenly burst into shame, and his whole body burned up.

What an rude woman!

Wen Dilot, who was only five years old, thought angrily in his heart and vowed to hate Yana Mander forever.

Then he discovered that the woman he swore to hate for the rest of his life was really capable of too many things.

Flower arrangement, pottery, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, archery, horseback riding, Western fencing, chess, Go, etc., there is basically nothing she can't do.

Can such an excellent person, such an omnipotent person, really be called a human being?
Wen Dilot looked at the bow and arrow in his hand, and had just shot a woman with perfect marks. Her black hair was simply tied back and her wide sleeves were tied up. Her thin body and the veins on her neck were all she wanted. Laugh, arrogant and free.

she is so beautiful.

Wen Dilot thought so in his heart.

Later, another three years passed.

Wen Dilot discovered that a child was suddenly following Yanamande. It was not a child, that child looked older than him.

"Look, Wendi Lot, this is my younger brother, his name is Rosmand. He is the future high priest of Lotas." The future high priest of Lotas.

Wen Dilot looked at the boy Yanamander was holding. He was very delicate and beautiful, but he didn't look like a woman at all.

At first glance, it seems that he is not his biological child.

Eight-year-old Wen Dilot thought.

"Is it okay?"

Wen Dilot, who was studying one day, tilted his head and looked at Yana Mander, who was teaching him how to read, and asked this sentence.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"...The High Priest of Lotas, it should be you." Wendilot tilted his head and looked at Yanamande opposite.

Then he saw that the woman suddenly laughed, and then he felt the top of his head sink and his head was touched.

"Where did you hear these rumors? The future little king cannot just listen to rumors." Yanamander said with a smile while rubbing his head.

"But... you are obviously so good, aren't you." Wen Dilot pursed his lips, and then spoke dullly.

The next second he felt the hand above his head stop.

It's not that Wendilot didn't notice the change in Yanamande, but at that time, he didn't know what kind of emotions she was feeling at all, so he said to himself:

"You are very good, aren't you? You know everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, horseback riding and archery, and even the art of war. I heard that you have read all the books in the country. Why can't you, who is so good, become the high priest of Lotas? Woolen cloth?"

Wen Dilot said and looked up at Yana Mander, only to find that she had been staring at him. For the first time, emotions appeared in her eyes that had never fluctuated. It was an emotion that Wen Dilot couldn't understand, until When he grew up, Wen Dilot realized that those emotions were originally called sadness and unwillingness.

"Wendilot, there are some things that you can't understand. You just need to know that Rothmand is more suitable to be a high priest than me."

Yana Mander's voice was incredibly soft, like the sound of a piano at night, revealing an indescribable sadness in its softness.

"I still think that no one is more suitable to be the high priest than Yana Mande. Compared to Yana Mande, that Rose Mande obviously doesn't know anything."

"I can't say that. Rosmand is still very good. He has read a lot of books now, and..."

"and?"

Yana Mander looked out the window. The scenery outside the window was as beautiful as a picture scroll. She stared at the scenery outside in trance.

And, he's a man.

Time passed quickly, and soon Wen Dilot grew up. He was 16 years old.

It was also at this age that he overheard a surreptitious conversation between his father and Yanamand.

At that time, he had just returned to Hu's study room after practicing horse riding and was about to find Yana Mander. Before he stepped into the door, he heard a voice coming from inside:
"Yanamande, are you willing to go to the opposite country to make a kiss?"

Wen Dilot paused.

That was...his father's voice.

Little King:? ? ?What nonsense are you talking about, father? ?

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