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

The result of the mid-term exam. It is our victory without any suspense.

Although the process was ups and downs, even the "guard" turned into a pile of scum in the end.

The flocks of waterfowl are turned into ice debris by the last "ice clean" hidden in the magic sword. Arnold is safe. When everyone present was relieved, the woman wearing ten centimeters high heels stepped forward and strode towards Arnold, who was still in a daze.

"Don't want to live anymore!?"

The people who finally slack off were taken aback by the roar. I saw Sophie clutching Arnold's collar tightly, frowning and cursing, "Who allowed you to be distracted while fighting?!"

...This is the first time I saw Sophie angry.

Edwin outside had already faded the barrier, and walked towards the two people in the center blankly.

The ground outside the barrier was unscathed. The enchantment was full of ravine-like sword marks and big pits hit by the water-shaped behemoth.

The hard bluestone floor is still so.

I squinted my eyes, turned my head and looked at the center of the Magic Array. Sophie, who was angry on her head, stopped her cursing when she saw Edwin who was walking by, and moved her cheeks away for a half step, angrily taking care of her somewhat messy long blonde hair.

The blushing face didn't know if it was angry or ashamed.

In an instant my expression became cold. And the expressionless Edwin didn't even give her the extra light, but walked straight towards Arnold.

Then at a very close distance. He raised his clenched fist to the boy with his head down.

There was another thrilling scream from the crowd. I almost rushed into the enchantment without hesitation, and yelled at the three of them while running, "Calm down Edwin! You can't beat the students!!!"

"Well. That's it."

The fist that fell fiercely toward Arnold's profile stopped in the air, lingering, as if blocked by something invisible.

Old Antique was stunned, then turned his head with a distorted face, and shouted at the man who was walking slowly behind him, "Ha de Ray Mo!!!"

The man with the trendiest hairstyle of All Baide smiled heartily at his dark-faced close friend. The magic device on his right hand hanging down beside him was emitting a pale indigo light.

Sorcerer · Repulsion.

The magical technique handed down from the ancestors of the Perrelet family.

"Arnold is not such a person normally. If you have any reason, let's talk to the infirmary first."

Hadremer looked at me, "Gadrich. You and Arnold are with you."

"Ah good."

I responded quickly and trot to Arnold's side, carefully supporting his arm. The knight, who had been hanging his head, paused, then looked at me.

The eyes behind the aqua-blue hair were still icy.

And those eyes are staring at me.

I was stunned. Calling his name subconsciously.

"Don't stop me!"

The man's grumpy voice overwhelmed my murmur. I looked at Edwin and found him gritting his teeth and yelling at Hadremer. He wanted to rush over Hadremo with his fist.

Then.

Had Remo hit the stomach with a punch. Quieted down.

"...Is it really okay to treat Edwin like this?" My mouth twitched and pointed to Old Antique, who was like a sack and was carried by Hadremer on his shoulders, "I remember his health... right?"

"Edwin's words are true. Haha!"

Hadremer smiled heartily, and casually patted Old Antique's **** on the shoulder, "But although he is not in good health. But he has been very resistant to beating since he was a child!"

I thought you were pitiful since childhood. Didn’t you expect it to be an old antique?

...

The teacher in the infirmary was a little bit shocked when he saw Edwin, Hadremer, and Sophie.

Why did the disaster spirits from the entire Baide Academy come here? ? ?

"That..." He pointed to the old antique on Hadremer's shoulder dumbly, and said in a daze, "It's Eddy Bachelor of Arts-does his stomach hurt again?"

"Ah. You don't care about Edwin."

Hardremo smiled heartily at the bewildered doctor. Refreshingly threw Edwin on his shoulders directly to Sophie who was aside. The woman in a tight black dress with big wavy blond hair made a shy voice like a girl. Without hesitation, he hugged Edwin tightly.

The red magical array instantly emerged under the feet of the two of them, unfolding. Sophie sat down with the unconscious Ed Diploma, and at the same time, the flaming steed stood up from the complicated magical formation and humped the two steadily.

Then under the silent eyes of the doctor and me. The flame's horse carried the two of them and left without looking back.

"...Hadremo."

I looked at the flaming horse **** that was gradually going away, and asked with a complicated expression, "Won't Old Antique want to kill you when he wakes up?"

"No." The scarlet golden eyes also looked at the disappearing backs of the two of them. Hadremer clapped his hands and said, "It should be said that I didn't kill them after being fed dog food for more than 40 years."

"Huh?" I looked at him with faint fisheyes, "So you have never been in a relationship before? Why?"

The most fashionable man in Baide did not speak. Just smiled at me.

Arnold, who was supported by me, never said a word, but did not resist. I put him on the bed in the infirmary and raised his back with a pillow.

Then he looked at Hadremer with a look for help.

I really don't know how to forgive others. Shouldn't this kind of thing be given to professionals?

The black eyes were eager and real. The very reliable Hadremer smiled at me knowingly. Then he grabbed the doctor's shoulders strongly, and pulled him out with a dazed expression.

This time. Only me and Arnold are left in the whole room.

...I looked at the closed door blankly. Finally sighed, awkwardly pulled a chair and sat next to Arnold, "Do you feel uncomfortable in any way?"

The ice-colored knight looked at me intently. The answer was quick, "No."

Nothing is as it should be. Because the final barrier of "Guardian" can even block Ace's blow.

"Nothing is fine." I staggered Arnold's gaze, scratched my head, and said uncomfortably, "Take a good rest. You're tired from fighting, too."

"It's okay." Arnold answered the second question first, and then answered the first question, "I'm fine."

……You know it's hard for me to talk about it like this?

I sighed. Sure enough, for the handsome jellyfish whose EQ is 90% water, can he only play straight shots?

"Never become distracted in battle in the future. Never."

The body involuntarily lowered his voice. Even the originally uncomfortable expression became calm and serious.

"good."

The ice knight quickly gave me a promise.

but. What I care more about is--

"Arnold."

I looked into those eyes. Clear and bright, eyes like ice floes in the sun. It is always looking into my eyes.

Those are mine alone, the knight's eyes.

"You are not a person who will be in a daze when fighting." I asked in a low voice, "Why did you stay in a daze at that time? Is it because of... my sword?"

The end of the words. My voice trembled. With a choked soft tone.

I am scared.

You have been protecting me all the time. And I want to protect you too. Whether it's investigating the truth or learning magical devices, I have always tried my best.

But even so.

The magic sword I made still cannot be used by you. The truth I know is still not enough to protect you.

The ice-colored "guard" still cannot win powerful enemies. No amount of truth can bring anything except deeper despair.

I really no matter how hard I try. Can't you do anything...?

"I can take it. That blow."

...The tight black eyes blinked blankly. I raised my head slightly shocked and looked at the knight in front of me.

The icy eyes looking at me are always calm and indifferent. The young boy's slightly sinking voice was also as cold as ice, "I can take it. While preserving the magic sword, take that blow."

"But I failed."

"The magic sword shattered earlier than I expected. And I'm pretty sure that every blow from the beginning of the battle was performed according to my expectations."

"Is my plan wrong... or my swordsmanship is not good."

With ice-colored eyes hanging slightly, Arnold looked at me calmly and intently, and raised his hand.

Slender and white, beautiful hands have an inhuman cold temperature. And his fingertips slowly wiped the black hair, and in the end it was extremely light and pressed against my side face.

...Too light. It was like a feather kiss on the side of the face. It's like touching the most cherished thing.

"I thought I could beat that man. But I failed."

Arnold said calmly, "I thought I could keep that sword. But I failed."

"Either that time or this time. It was you who saved me in the end."

"I can feel it during the battle. The magic sword is assisting me wholeheartedly."

"But even so. I still failed."

The black eyes tightened. I looked at Arnold in shock.

...I used to stay in the center of the Magic Array, waiting for others to attack. Is it to show the power of that sword?

"I am not as strong as I imagined."

Ice-colored eyes looked at me peacefully. But my figure was reflected extremely deeply in those light-colored eyes.

"When I looked at the sword with only the hilt left in my hand."

Arnold said, "That's all I thought of."

"...It's okay!" I hurriedly squeezed the hand against my cheek and eagerly shouted at Arnold, "You just have no actual combat experience now. And that sword is not fully completed. I will use it later. 'Guardian' upgraded!"

"His Royal Highness. I am not at a loss because of strength."

The cold voice of the teenager is always calm.

"What makes me... scared and hesitated."

"I am not strong enough to protect you. This reality."

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The Cavaliers actually had the words "fear" and "wandering".

The reason Arnold was in a daze before was because of this. The magic sword broke earlier than he expected, coupled with the memory of being abused by Ace grass.

All proved one thing. He is still not strong enough.

Not strong enough is not enough to protect Jiamei.

It's not like Jiamei's grassroots (.) Arnold, who has been a magician and swordsman double genius since he was a child, has encountered this kind of thing for the first time in many years.

Arnold's strength can beat many people even if he has no experience. It's a pity that the man in front of him is the strongest man in all three generations in the mainland.

Two or three generations of heroines are all locals. He can also master magic and swordsmanship. Therefore, Jiamei is definitely incomparable in terms of force (Let an ordinary college student compare with a native who has been fighting since childhood...)

The second and third generations are very strong. The three generations are the strongest. Partly because she inherited Ace’s equipment, but also because of her experience(.)

Everyone understands. Three generations. The Continental War has begun again.

The magic device that Jiamei made for Arnold was aimed at Ace from the beginning.

The main direction is not to win, but to save lives. Very real (.)

Tomorrow should be the copywriting of Jiu Jian Jiu Mo~