Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil squatted in the ruined petals, silently watching the mess in front of him, unable to tell whether he was sorry or helpless.

She has no reason to blame Lanny. It was she who asked Lanney to try to trim the roses, but forgot that he didn't even know the most basic common sense of human behavior.

You can't ask an octopus to take care of the garden for you, after all, the only plant he has seen is seaweed.

Cecil sighed again inaudibly.

In the silent late night, the cool evening breeze once again visited this messy rose garden. The gentle wind blew up the petals on the ground, curling them, forming a whirlpool one after another, gently holding them up.

"...Hey?" Cecil blinked startledly.

Broken roses and broken vines were wrapped in the wind and rolled into the air. From the surging gap, Cecil saw that these remnants were being restored in an incredible way, as if they were re-dipped and bonded by invisible glue, and the rose quickly recovered its appearance intact.

Immediately afterwards, the wind sent these restored roses to the branches where they were originally located. The amazing thing is that once these plants returned to their original positions, they did not fall again. They were crumbling and tender, as if they had never left their branches.

Cecil was stunned.

It looked a lot like magic, but Bode never mentioned to her that there was such a spell that would completely restore dead living creatures.

It is more like a perfect resurrection technique than restoring a dead thing without life.

Cecil looked at Lanny, his eyes full of uncertainty: "Lanny, did you do this?"

Lanny laughed, sincerely happy because Cecil knew him so well: "How do you know I did it?"

Cecil: "Because there is no one but you..."

Lanny: "..."

I thought it was Cecil and him, but it turned out to be just a simple method of elimination.

Lenny was a little frustrated, but he still looked at Cecil expectantly and said, "It's all restored here now. Are you happy?"

Cecilton understood.

It turned out that Lenny was to make her happy, and he came up with the wonderfully admirable "magic" just now. To be honest, she was very happy, after all, Lenny helped her restore her mother's favorite Rose Garden to its original form-if you ignore that this guy is the initiator.

"Also... very happy. If you don't destroy this place in the future, I will be happier." Cecil raised his eyes to Lanny and gently encouraged.

"Um... okay." Lenny frowned and reluctantly agreed.

Immediately afterwards, he asked Cecil expectantly: "Then can I not leave?"

It turned out that he was still thinking about it.

Cecil was amused, and shook his head pretentiously, "No."

"Cecile..." Lanney suddenly collapsed his face aggrieved, and water glowed in his emerald green eyes.

He is indeed very smart. In such a short period of time, he has figured out Cecil's weakness in eating soft or hard.

The young man was still squatting beside Cecil, his hands clasped his knees obediently, and his eyes were staring at her without blinking, like an extremely loyal puppy.

Cecil reluctantly raised his hand and rubbed his hair, and said softly to him: "But you can change back to the little one, so that you can continue to stay by my side?"

This is her original plan.

To drive away Lanny, on the one hand, it was because he was really a little angry, but more because he was going to pass Arnold's level. Anyway, the secret that Lannie is a little octopus is only known to her, so it is easy to hide from Arnold's eyes.

Hearing this, Lannie opened his eyes little by little, and a happy light reignited in his eyes: "Then I can stay in your room too?"

"Um..." Cecil reluctantly nodded, "but you can't suddenly become a human form, you will be found."

"good."

Lenny agreed very readily. A dark shadow soon appeared around him, like a misty black mist, gradually concealing his body. After the black mist dissipated, the young man with black hair and green eyes disappeared, leaving only a solitary little octopus the size of two palms.

This size may no longer be called a "little octopus", but Cecil can accept it. She stretched out a hand to the little octopus, and the little octopus's smooth and soft tentacles immediately wrapped up, and followed her hand slowly into the trumpet sleeve.

"Huh..." Cecil straightened his sleeves and sighed lightly, "It's time to go back."

Cecil returned to his room.

Arnold did not leave, and was sitting next to the fish tank waiting for her. As soon as Cecil entered the door, he found that he had been staring at the little octopus in the tank, and suddenly pursed his lips with a guilty conscience.

The little one in the fish tank has now changed from one to two, and he will definitely be suspicious.

Sure enough, Arnold spoke in the next second.

"Cecile, when will there be an extra one?"

Cecil explained nonchalantly: "It's not a little one, it's a little one."

Arnold: "???"

Lanny hiding in his sleeve: "?"

"There is only one of them here, how could there be children..." Arnold couldn't believe his eyes.

"Why can't one have children?" Cecil said of course with his hands behind his back. "The first one is self-reproductive, and one fish can give birth to a lot of children."

Arnold: "..."

Zhen Xiaoyi hidden in his sleeve: "?"

"Okay, you're all right." Arnold accepted the statement accommodatingly as usual, then reached out and pulled Cecil in front of him, raised his face and looked at her fondly, "Is that Lenny already gone? ?"

"Yeah." Cecil nodded obediently. "I gave him a little money, and he promised that I won't come back again."

"That's good." Arnold paused slightly and continued, "Cecile, I don't want you to associate with the opposite sex, I know, you will marry sooner or later, but..."

"My brother is talking nonsense, I won't marry him!" Cecil interrupted him like a baby, "Men are stupid and stinky, so I don't want to marry them."

Arnold: "..."

"—Ah, except for my brother." Seeing Arnold's subtle expression, she added with a grin.

Arnold breathed a sigh of relief.

Cecil: "By the way, brother, you are not at home these few days, is there something going on in the palace?"

Arnold didn't realize that she was deliberately changing the subject.

The handsome blond young man shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Not the palace, but the whole of Saint-Brieuc."

Saint-Brieuc is the city they are in and the capital of the empire.

"Recently there have been people missing in Saint-Brieuc. Although the number is small, one of them is the son of the Mackintosh family. His Majesty requires us to find all these missing people as soon as possible."

The son of the Mackintosh family is Keane, the student whose hand was broken by Lanny.

Cecil thoughtfully: "So have you got it back?"

"Um..." Arnold's face was a bit solemn, "but we didn't find it, they came back by themselves."

Cecil was slightly surprised: "Own?"

Arnold nodded: "This is a bit weird. You must be careful when you get out of school and leave school recently. Never let the coachman drive the carriage to a place with few people."

"I see." Cecil responded obediently, but he was secretly surprised.

If I remember correctly... it seems that there is no such event in the original plot of the game?

The next day, Cecil went to school with Lanny, who had turned into a little octopus.

The atmosphere in the college was even more lively than when the school first started last week, Lena was puzzled, but Cecil knew why.

"The academy dance will be held next week. They have to find their dancing partner before this." Cecil explained lightly.

"...It turned out to be like this." Lena looked at the bustling students in the big classroom, and curiously turned her head to Cecil, "Do you have a dance partner, sister?"

Cecil lifted his chin in a dispirited way: "No, I never go to a dance party."

"Why don't you participate?" Lena asked, "The dance party sounds interesting!"

A group of people fight together like a male peacock, what's so interesting?

Cecil didn't bother to answer Lena's question.

In fact, she didn't participate in the dance party, on the one hand because she was really not interested, on the other hand because Arnold did not allow it.

According to Arnold's brain circuit, every man who wants to be Cecil's dance partner is plotting against her, and is a nasty beast. Under this circumstance, Cecil was not good at agreeing to someone's invitation, so he had no choice but not to participate.

But this year is different from the past. Although she does not participate, she still has to behave and invite several of Lena's targets one by one.

At this time, in addition to Alex, there are two other Raiders who should also play. I hope Lena can quickly get on track with one of them and stop following her vicious step-sister all day long.

Seeing Cecil ignored her, Lena came up and talked to her sweetly: "Sister, will you join us this year? We can be each other's dancing partners, so you teach me to dance so that we don’t have to waste anymore. I want to invite others."

Cecil: "..."

Who wants to be a dance partner with the heroine of the game? The three strategy objects are all lined up to compete at the back. This kind of critical time comes and crosses the bar. Is it too long?

"No." She refused decisively.

"Why?" Lena was quite shocked, her clear blue eyes and her expression made her look lovely, "I will learn to dance well, and I will never hold you back!"

"Don't just don't, I won't teach dancing anymore. Go find someone else."

Cecil stood up coldly, and left without looking back.

What's going on with Lena? Does she want to have a good relationship with her? Isn't her psychological resistance not obvious enough?

Cecil couldn't figure it out.

She walked on the corridor alone, then turned into a classroom that had been idle for a long time, closed the door, found a place where there was not much dust, and sat down.

This classroom is very large, and the walls are full of old goods. The heavy black curtains concealed the high floor-to-ceiling windows tightly, without a trace of light coming in, and the whole space was quiet and empty, making Cecil feel inexplicably relieved.

"What is dancing?"

There was a clear and curious voice of a young man beside him, and Cecil turned his face to see that Lanny had turned back into a human form some time ago and was sitting quietly next to her.

"Dancing is a kind of performance art... But here, it should be regarded as a two-person activity that promotes feelings?" Cecil explained seriously. She didn't even notice that she always became more patient when facing Lanny.

Lanny looked confused and didn't seem to understand: "Where is the dance partner?"

Cecil: "The partner is the one who dances with you."

"The dancing object..." Lanney's green eyes were hazy, like a layer of moist mist, "Then if I want to dance, can anyone be my object?"

"No." Cecil chuckled and shook his head, his hair hanging down his ears swayed slightly, "You must first invite the other party and get the other's consent."

Lanny: "Invite?"

"like this."

Cecil stood up, leaned over gracefully, and made an invitation gesture: "First pose, and then say to the person you want to invite, ‘Would you like to be my dance partner?’"

"Have you learned it?"

"Well, I will." Lenny nodded.

Cecil was skeptical.

She sat down again and stopped discussing the topic. Lanny didn't ask any more questions, and the whole person sat quietly to the side. Cecil took the opportunity to take out the "Black Magic Handbook" he carried with him.

She was about to continue looking at the place where she studied last time, when a rustling voice suddenly sounded next to her.

It was Lanney who stood up.

She swept across the slender and straight legs of the young man, and continued to look down at the book.

A shadow fell, and the familiar and cold breath suddenly approached her.

She raised her eyelashes and saw the black-haired boy leaning over slightly. He stretched out his hand, touched her ear with his pale fingertips, and picked up a strand of snow-colored hair.

"Cecile," Lenny blinked his eyes and said softly, "Are you willing to be my partner?"