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

"If she isn't the princess of Saint Enluth. I guess I've chopped her off."

The blue and white room is bright. The aqua-blue-haired boy lying on the bed said something terrifying with a plain expression.

"... Lilia was actually just kind." My mouth twitched while sitting beside Arnold's bed. After carefully blowing the porridge in the spoon to cool, he passed it to his mouth, "Well, it's a bit clumsy--well. I admit you have worked hard, Arnold."

The ice-colored eyes deflected. Arnold, who was leaning on the pillow, did not speak, but opened his mouth and quietly drank the porridge I fed him.

The time inside the trial is not synchronized with the outside. To be precise, there is no concept of time inside. There are just battlefields and endless battles.

Although I haven't experienced it personally, it's not easy to just think about it. The doctor who treated Arnold said that he was covered with blood at that time. The cut marks of sharp weapons and the scorch marks of the raging fire were all over him, and there was even a thin but extremely low-temperature frost covering his battered body.

The knight uniform, which I praised for its excellent taste, was naturally completely scrapped. Sister Sori is working overtime to make new ones. What's worse is that Arnold's consciousness has fallen into a deep coma, which means that even if the physical injury can be cured, he may not be able to wake up.

However, he woke up the next day. After waking up, she asked the maid to pour herself a glass of water, and her consciousness was quite clear. It is a miracle in the history of magical medicine.

But my sister and I unanimously sighed with emotion---human beings are just tough.

The sister glanced at Arnold after returning to the castle. The boy with aqua-blue hair had no problem except that he could not move. It was many times stronger than the one who had been in a coma for a whole week at that time.

The purpose of the Secret Realm is to make people stronger, not to kill them. Although all the Knights of the Round Table can successfully attack it so far, Arnold is the one who recovered the fastest after coming out.

While possessing outstanding talents, he also possesses a body far beyond human beings.

This is a "gift from God" that acquired effort and experience can never make up for. It is only a matter of time before Arnold surpasses the Knights of the Round Table.

"But this time can't be made up for in a few months."

The golden curly hair is **** high, like the mane of a horse. The sister in the knight uniform had a cold face, and Arnold, who was on the bed, said in a low voice, "Years, decades. It even needs an opportunity. After all, the trials in the secret realm are just old things handed down hundreds of years ago. . If you want to become really strong, you still need to fight against the master."

In other words, there is still a long way to go to defeat Ace.

Although "talents and talents" cannot be surpassed by hard work alone. But before the absolute difference in experience and hard work, talents and talents are the same.

"I still want to try again."

The cold voice drew my attention back. Holding the bowl, I raised my head and looked at the boy on the bed.

The sea-scented wind passed through the huge French windows, slowly blowing his aqua-blue hair and turned up shirt collar. Those icy eyes looking at me are still very calm, just like his voice, "I have a few ideas to see in practice."

This is the first time I have seen Arnold ignite fighting spirit in a place other than "Magic".

If the original intention of learning magic is because of Herron Oz. Is it because of me that I want to become stronger?

"I support you. Go boldly!"

The heart of the girl who has died N times ignited the flames of hope again. I patted my chest with the free hand, and put down my bold words, "Even if you get half-bodied after you come out, I will serve you X-to-X. I won't let Lilia get close to you within one meter. .rest assured!"

"Sounds disgusting."

"It touches me more than nausea!"

"But. Her Royal Highness said that starting the trial requires a lot of magic cores for energy."

The icy eyes that clearly looked at me were still clean and pure. But a strong ignorance followed my back all the way.

A certain killer knight had a calm tone, "So he asked me to pay for the ticket."

I almost buckled the bowl with my hand on his jellyfish head.

"Arnold. Teach you a quick way to get money." With dark eyes and deep eyes, I said to Arnold blankly, "Go and please Lilia. Let her steal Dad's money."

The ice-colored knight nodded, "You are right."

"That's right! Don't give up the dignity of adults so quickly!"

I hate my son for not being steel (?), my face is dark to purple. Almost without hesitation, he curled his fingers and tapped on his forehead.

However, my hand was held.

The bones are distinct, and the slender, almost transparent hands have a lower temperature than humans. Arnold held my wrist with very light force, even I could easily break away, maybe he could beat his head with the victory and pursuit.

"...I will figure out a solution for the'tickets'."

However, I withdrew my hand. Just stared at him with condemned dead fish eyes.

"No."

The beautiful hand dropped and hung beside him, "I have paid it."

The look in Arnold's eyes was terrifying for a moment.

Is this the Arnold I know? ! wrong! Where did you get the money!

"Reward from the last expedition." As if seeing my doubts, he explained, "I wanted to use it to buy gifts for you."

Puff--!

The heart of the girl who thought she was completely dead jumped quickly again. Before I knew it, my eyes looked at Arnold with feverish anticipation.

"But in the end they all changed to'tickets'."

"...Is there nothing left?"

As long as it is my question, Arnold will answer without hesitation. So this time he also nodded quickly and frankly.

again. I almost buckled the porridge with my hand on his head.

Even if you buy me a cup of jellyfish tea, I think you have worked hard! In the end, isn't it just a bad check? Scumbag!

"If you can move your hands, drink the porridge by yourself." I threw the spoon back into the bowl and said with a dark face, "Although you can't taste it. But this time the porridge is made with sweet-scented osmanthus."

"What's that smell."

"Well... it's the smell of flowers. Imagine osmanthus blooming in your mouth."

This is a vulgar metaphor. But I really can't figure out how to explain it.

Frustration permeated my heart. I collapsed my shoulders and sighed a little helplessly.

However, at this moment Arnold said, "Did you do it yourself."

I was stunned. He raised his head and looked at him.

Ice-colored eyes were hidden under the aqua-blue hair. Although the handsome boy has a calm expression, I can feel his seriousness.

"...Yes." It's a ghost. I nodded slowly, "It's just normal to add some sweet-scented osmanthus when cooking the porridge--"

"I will finish it."

I am silly.

Ice-colored eyes are always watching me. Arnold's voice was as cold as a deep stream, but he was extremely serious, "Even if I see the porridge and want to throw it away, I will finish it."

"Don't force yourself. I'll do something else next time."

The touch disappeared in an instant. I twitched the corners of my mouth, and scooped the last bit of porridge into a spoon, and handed it to his mouth, "It's the last bite. Hold on."

Even the porridge already has a psychological shadow. The ice-colored knight still opened his mouth, and calmly ate the last bite of the porridge.

"His Royal Highness Gadliche."

"Ok?"

I answered patiently to the knight who called my name. Wipe the corners of his mouth with the handkerchief on the side.

"If it weren't for this time to collide with the trial. Even if you don't need my protection."

The icy eyes were as clear as ice floes, and the voice of Arnold looking at me was clear and serious.

"I still want to accompany you to Yinglan."

...

"Isn't that good? It means that he has gradually realized his feelings for you."

The sunset dyed the streets red. Lengthen the shadow of pedestrians passing by. Obviously, they are just strangers who have never met each other, but the shadows overlap on the path of blue stones.

"...I always feel that your words are very ambiguous."

Sitting on a bench in the street, I grinned at the people passing by, "Rather than worry about us, don't you care about your feelings? Teacher Hardremer."

The man with the trendiest hairstyle in the whole continent did not speak. It just gave out a very hearty laugh.

Although Yinglan and Arnold have fought back and forth over the past few days, I have been paying attention to Hadremer's whereabouts since the last meeting.

I don't want to disturb him.

Some people want to be accompanied in the last time of their lives, while others want to be alone. Hadremo had a rare vacation to take care of Peder College and wander around the city of Saint Enluth every day. On the one hand, it is to take a final look at my teacher’s country, on the other hand, it is because I don’t want to face Edwin.

And I chose to come to him today for nothing else. I just saw that he had booked the airship ticket back to Baide tomorrow, so I thought it was time.

"I beg you to give this thing to Edwin."

I took the sack containing the magic core out of my backpack, threw it to Hadremer beside me, and was firmly caught by him. Although it was very trendy, but still a polite gentleman in his bones, he didn't open it, but put it directly into the magic device.

Looking at him like this, I couldn't help but ask, "Does Edwin know about this?"

"I don't know." Although there is no explanation. But Hardremo replied with a smile, "Well. The last peace of life is ‘daily’. I don’t want to break it."

"Please don't tell him, too. Gadriche."

The setting sun dyed the scarlet golden eyes into a warm orange red. I looked at him with his mouth raised slightly, but his voice was inaudible because of his low mood, "...Is it really good to do this?"

"Well. I don't know. Some decisions are not at the last minute and never know how it will end."

Hadremo chuckled lightly, "Maybe no matter which decision is finally waiting for me, regret."

I was silent.

"Thank you, Gardrich."

The black eyes shrank slightly. Covered my head with a large palm, he gently rubbed it, "You came to me with such certainty today because someone said something to you. Thank you for that person's concern for me."

"I always think it's just sitting on a chair like this. It's interesting to watch the people passing by quietly."

"Because you see." Hadremer raised his hand and pointed randomly at a pair of men and women who passed by, "If that man accidentally hits the girl holding the jellyfish tea, her skirt will be affected. Wet. Then the boy hurriedly invited him—"

"Look less about this kind of **** love story. Teacher Hardremer."

"Haha! Don't be so serious. Gadriche."

Hadremo smiled heartily. He patted me **** the back, and directly patted me a little bit dumbfounded.

"The bond between people is really beautiful."

Under the warm orange-red sunset, I heard him sigh with emotion.

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I’m going to drink more water