All the Handsome Deep Well Ice Like Me [Western Fantasy]

really. Yinglan and I were born to fight against each other.

With Ace sitting on the left and Arthur on the right, I have no desire to eat at all. The whole time, his eyes were staring at the clear tea-colored water, waiting for the passage of time bit by bit.

This pair of masters and servants who represented Yinglan's darkest darkness in any sense did not communicate too much. Arthur quietly looked at the book resting on his crossed legs throughout the whole process. From time to time, he cut a few bites of cake with a fork and sipped a few lipsticks of black tea. He smiled and asked me a few words.

And Ace is more casual. It's fun to eat directly with your hands.

"Liche."

The elegant king looked at me. Xi Yun dyed his dark blue eyes to a warmer color, "Is there anything else I want to taste."

"...It's gone."

I quickly responded. He took a sip of the hot gilded black tea cup.

Although it is inexplicable...but among the three people present. I really seem to be the only one nervous.

The sinking sun dyed the sky like a dim maple leaf, and even the light glowed with the luster of black tea. It is often darker in autumn, and the temperature soon drops. The cool wind blew through the dark green and crimson gardens, and finally left a string of ripples on the side of the lake.

Everything is peaceful and beautiful. Except for that, not far from us, there is also a huge pit of grassroots.

I am a little embarrassed.

Although Arthur asked me if I liked anything. But I have seen only a few places in Yinglan’s Royal City. So when Arthur asked, I subconsciously replied.

It's just fine here.

The moment after speaking. Even myself was stunned.

But everything is too late.

Yinglan's Wang smiled and ordered to go down. The highly efficient servant served a three-story pagoda full of dim sum and steaming black tea between the electric light and the fire. It was also very considerate, and brought me a chair.

Arthur had already sat down. Ace also pulled another chair away at random. This chair is undoubtedly prepared for me.

This one. Chairs plated with rose gold.

"..."

I didn't say much. Just under the servant's polite and kind smile, he sat up with a black face.

From this chair alone, I can see that the people of England and Lan have misunderstood me. Not all girls like this exquisite rose gold chair, at least I don't like it.

and. I really don't want to drink anymore.

Every time I drink a few sips of black tea to meet Arthur, the maid standing by will step forward and consciously fill me up. In this way, no matter how many times I drink, my teacup is always full.

But the teacup is always full and it is extremely rude to the treat.

So I can only drink hard.

And tea is a diuretic thing.

So I can only stand up again and again. He said with a black face, "I'll go to the toilet."

So repeatedly.

I finally understood it. This tea party is not aimed at Ace or Arthur.

It's just embarrassing me completely.

...

The tormenting afternoon tea is finally over. I squatted on a chair with my arms around my legs, sitting like a wooden stake without thoughts and emotions.

"Hmm. It really doesn't work."

The man sighed, his tone of voice was a rare embarrassment. I still didn't move, I just turned my head while sitting on the stakes, and looked at Ace with my own dead fish eyes.

The brown-haired man leaned back in the chair lazily, tilting the chair legs down. Put your legs directly on the table in front of you casually. The red coat fell to the ground, rubbing the wool carpet on the ground with his movements "sand".

"I'm really not good at writing reports." Ace said like this, and threw the writing pad in his hand aside, "Why don't you leave this to Grayhold."

"...Because it's not good to always trouble my colleagues. Ace."

I squinted the dead fish eyes slightly, looking at the writing board thrown away by Ace. Although very reluctant to move. But in the end he stood up with a long sigh and resigned his fate to help him pick it up.

"What you really don't want to write. Let me write it for you." I took out a pen again from the pen holder. Sit up straight, "But please automatically omit those **** and terrifying content."

"Hey—" Ess stretched out his voice, with an inexplicably leisurely tone, "but I omitted all of these. Then there is nothing."

The corners of my mouth twitched. Why does this **** like to tease me so much, "I'm doing this for you. Please put it simply."

"...For me."

The man murmured softly. Then he replied with a hearty tone, "Okay. It's for you. Gadrich."

The corners of my mouth twitched again. Even because of Ace's "because of you" tone, there was a bit of chills.

At the tea party, I told Arthur about the concubine letting myself go to the prom tomorrow night.

The blond Wang looked surprised. The dark blue eyes shrank slightly. But it quickly turned into a bright joy.

How to put it...Although it is not entirely voluntary. But seeing him so happy I couldn't help but feel it was worth it.

But attending a noble ball is not a simple matter. Although as a family member, either Arthur or the concubine can take me in casually. but.

After going in. Whom should I stand by?

As the great noble of Yinglan, there is no doubt that many people will gather around the concubine. They will be curious about my family background and think about my social value. Then talk to me with that mask-like smile, trying to get all the benefits I can get from my words.

The concubine's side alone is enough to cause me a headache...If it's Arthur.

——The young King of England. There was a young girl with black hair who had never seen her before.

It will blow up. Tomorrow's banquet hall will surely explode.

If you add it.

——This girl. It is the legendary His Royal Highness Gadrich.

Hmm... I feel that if I don't give me a hundred or so knights for personal protection, I will probably be eaten by the "nobles" on the spot.

Both Yinglan and Saint Enluth protected me too well.

I don't have to worry about the eyes of all countries. There is no need to learn etiquette for acting on the spot. Not to mention those nobles who cannibalize.

but. As the concubine said.

Once became a princess. These are inevitable.

"Let Ace accompany you."

And just when I was about to say "I work hard," Arthur spoke first.

This time it was not just me, even Ace looked at Arthur.

Scarlet eyes were obscure. And the look of the king who was being watched remained unchanged, "Yinglan, except for the Knights of the Round Table, knows the identity of Ace. You don't need to be paid too much attention by his side. It's also safe."

Black eyes tightened, and I looked at Arthur in shock. On the side, Ace spoke directly, "Why don't you call Merlin."

"It's not like you." Deep blue's eyes moved slightly and landed on Ace, "Merlin ran away last night."

Ace smiled heartily, "Ha. Am I being calculated?"

"I don't know." Arthur withdrew his gaze. With his eyes down, he took a sip of the black tea, "But if it was Liche. You would be willing to help her."

Ace looked at me.

And subconsciously. I responded to his gaze.

"……Ah."

Ace chuckled lightly. Whispered.

【result. You are also a member of the caged bird. 】

"I told Greyhold of the address of the man with the secret letter."

Although he is a dangerous man, he has an extremely cool voice. The inattentive tone dilutes the danger in the sentences, like being lazy in the sun in the afternoon, "After he finds the list and sorts it out, just deal with it."

"……All right."

I whispered. The trembling nib of the quill under his hand also stopped. After writing the last word, I checked it again, and then handed it to Ace, "Would you like to see it?"

Ace leaned on the chair with her hands behind her head. Randomly turned his head and glanced at it. The tone is very sincere.

"The writing is really good. Gadrich."

"...Who let you read this!!" I resisted the urge to press the writing pad on his head, gritted my teeth and said, "Let's see if I missed writing!"

"Well. Just treat me as illiterate."

"Enough of you. Your parents and teachers will cry."

"Do you think I am the kind of person whose parents love me."

Ace smiled lazily. The half-closed red eyes stared at me calmly, "Whether it's writing or fighting. It depends on self-study."

"Is it hard to imagine."

"...No. If it's you. On the contrary, there is a feeling of'it really is this setting'."

I tore the paper off the writing board. Pulled one from the satin box on the table. Roll up the paper and tie it up.

This study is one of dozens of study rooms in Arthur's palace. No one uses it, ordinary (although it should be said to be more luxurious than other places) standard configuration. There is no breath of life, and there is no trace of being there.

Ace didn't even have his own study in Yinglan. Even the room I stayed in tonight is a room prepared by the palace for the guests.

It's not that Arthur criticized Ace for anything. Just as Ace said.

unnecessary.

If it weren't for me here. It is estimated that he will leave after he finishes the report.

"……thanks."

I pressed my lips tightly. To Ace, thank you in a low voice but earnestly.

"Why?"

The brown-haired man tilted his head. The slightly closed red eyes opened slightly.

"..." I squinted at him, "Can you sit down first."

The feet on the table finally fell to the ground. Ace, who was rarely obedient, raised his head slightly, watching me standing in front of him quietly. Seems to be waiting for me to continue.

"Thank you for your willingness to accompany me to the prom." I curled up the report paper in my hand a little uncomfortably, but still said, "So far. This is the first time you did it not for yourself, but to help me. Decide."

When I heard Arthur's words. The moment Ace looked at me, I also looked at him.

I know what my expression was like at that time.

Perplexed and helpless.

Although only a short moment. But the emotions expressed are not fake.

"So thank you."

"as well as--"

I finally let go of the poor report paper. Turning to scratch his cheeks, "We will be together from now on. Get along well?"

Ace did not speak.

After a long silence, he stood up and walked in front of me.

The setting sun that came in from the French windows was completely obscured by the tall figure of the man. A heavy shadow enveloped me for an instant. With the dangerous and heavy, opposite-sex breath.

I was stunned.

噗咚——

With a dull sound and severe pain from the back of his head. I finally reacted.

I was pushed to the ground by Ace.

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==Suddenly discovered that many people have never played the Alice series before. It is quite famous in Otome game.

There are also many Otome games on psp. There are also many boutiques.

Although it is possible that this generation of high school students and junior high school students has little contact with psp, but there are many games of any type above, and they are all very good and classic.

Hey. Whether it's a fan or a game, the old ones make me feel better.

But although the prototype of Ace here is Ace there. But with the different plots, there are still differences.

At least Ace is not as sick as there (after all, Jiamei is a good girl)

ps. Through the previous drama. Ace is a man who has experienced the Hundred Years' War. (Hey, I got spoilers.)