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

The dull body mechanically hung up the magic guide. I stood in front of the call wizard, stared at him quietly for a while, and then my expression gradually distorted.

asshole. I'm just so clearly arranged.

There was a vague sense of frustration in the tangled heart. In the end it turned into a heavy sigh.

Arthur knows it, even if you give me a whole day to consider the final answer, it will only be "good". It is not so much that there is no choice, as it is that I have no choice for him. When he unconditionally satisfies all my willful requirements, it is not the same for me. While he is doting on me, I am also doting on him.

He also spotted me. Just brazenly jumping on my bottom line.

But what can I do.

"Hey……"

The more I think about it, the more I feel aggrieved. I scratched my head. After murmured "the evil spirit animal king" to the closed magical device, he turned around and left.

but. The man's low voice still echoed in his head.

【real. I really want to see you soon. 】

Too much nostalgic tone. It's not like it was issued by a king.

I want to come now. From the first meeting. He has never stood in front of me as a "king".

...

When I said to my sister that Arthur had invited me to England. This woman, who has always had a face like steel, was not stingy, and gave me a gratified and admiring smile.

Still very optimistic about me and patted my shoulder.

This makes my expression even more boring.

"If you dare to use this expression to see the king. You will feel better when you come back." My sister patted me on the shoulder expressionlessly, making a heavy and muffled noise, "Be prepared. Don't be rude to the king."

How to prepare well. Could it be that I washed myself cleanly and walked to Arthur's room by myself. Lie directly on the bed neatly. Does it mean that I am on the front.

"But King Arthur said he would let Merlin come to pick me up." Huang Duan couldn't say it, he could only keep it in his heart forever. Unless in front of Adam, "How do I know when Merlin will come, and I don't know who he looks like."

"...Is it actually Merlin."

For an instant. My sister's expression became thoughtful, "Merlin's words. You should be ready at any time."

I'm stupid, "What do you mean."

"Merlin has been erratic. Although both are the Knights of the Round Table, I have not seen him a few times."

"But if you see him, you will definitely react." My sister said like this. He raised his hand over his head and compared it, "It's about this high. Wearing a robe. The laugh is so utterly utterly uttered."

"...What kind of ghost characteristics are these?" I murmured with a complicated expression on my face. I've wanted to say a long time ago, why are the Knights of the Round Table all weird people, "Are there any characteristics you can recognize?"

"have."

The sister said, "Merlin has silver-white hair."

"... So this Merlin is already in his seventies."

"No. Young in appearance."

Do you have a young man with silver-white hair—it is indeed a distinctive feature if you think about it this way. I have never seen anyone with silver hair on this continent.

"I understand." I nodded. Then suddenly he remembered something, his face darkened, "Sister...Is this Merlin a beautiful young man?"

"Yes." My sister replied quickly. But the look in my eyes suddenly became weird, "Gadrich. You--"

I didn't have time to worry about my sister's strangeness. With trembling lips, his face was pale and then asked, "Moreover...Is he having a weird temper...Huh?"

"It's hard to say. It's a grinning divine cudgel all day long." My sister's brow furrowed tighter, "What's the matter. Gadri cut?"

"……nothing."

I forcibly supported my shaky body. She smiled reluctantly and sorrowfully at her puzzled sister, "It's just that we have experienced something. It has created an irreversible psychological shadow on a man with a good-looking and temperamental personality."

For a moment, my sister looked at me very speechless. Is it worthy of being a family? When the dead fish-eyes brought out from a mother's womb with me (at least in the setting) fell on her cold-lined face, the sense of contradiction was unexpectedly light.

It's better to be a woman. It's still safe for women. My sister is in Saint Enluth anyway, why not let my sister take me there?

"This...because Merlin takes you the fastest."

My sister explained to me with a confused face, "Merlin can speak dragons. He can communicate with dragons. And dragons that can use magic to teleport in space are naturally faster than airships."

so. Arthur really wanted to see me soon.

I saw a lot of relief in my sister's steel-like eyes. Even her expression softened. It is estimated that in her eyes, my marriage to Arthur is already an ironclad thing. The only thing that needs to be considered is how many children will be born after marriage and which child will inherit the throne.

...Really, just thinking about it makes me shiver.

"That—sister."

The old sister in front of her responded with a soft "Huh?" I subconsciously held my breath, and weakly testified, "I said... if oh if. I don't want to marry King Arthur--"

"Gadrich. Why are you still saying such stupid things?" As expected, my sister's face immediately became cold. "Have you forgotten your responsibility as Princess Saint Enluth."

"But the peace that comes from fragile nepotism is fake. We still have to rely on ourselves to be prosperous. Sister!"

"Yes. That's it."

The sister continued blankly, "but hypocritical and fragile nepotism is also necessary."

"..."

For an instant. I hate why Saint Enluth is not communism. I think that after the liberation, I will never engage in such troubles as the marriage between the two countries.

"but……"

It seems that reasoning is no longer feasible. I can only move out the vulgar reason that I have been using in third-rate novels with a distorted face, "I want to marry the person I really love, elder sister. Not for the country but for love!"

"Yes, yes!!" I had a clue and said quickly, "just like grandma and grandpa!!!"

The sister did not speak. Just staring at me blankly.

But the corners of my mouth couldn't help but began to rise. what. My ancestors! What a good example of "free love" you are!

"Gadliche." My sister looked at me. Asked, "Do you like Arnold?"

……I am silly. Although I don't know how this matter has anything to do with Arnold, he still honestly replied, "No. I think he is more like a stupid son I can't bear."

My sister stared at me, not entangled in Arnold. Continue to ask, "Do you have someone you really love now?"

...How do I feel that my sister is giving me a condom.

"Really not." Even if he had a premonition of the conspiracy. But as expected, I still can't lie on this kind of issue, "but there will be some in the future!"

"But Gadriche. Since you don't have anyone you really love right now."

"Then how do you know. I don't love King Arthur."

"..."

I lifted my head slightly. He looked at the old sister in front of him with speechless eyes.

What kind of logic is this, what kind of sophistry is this. Even if I don't have someone I want to fall in love with, I haven't talked about it in my life. But I have a good sense of Arthur's feelings.

"Gadrich." My sister asked me with a face of opposition, "What is King Arthur's favorite drink?"

"...Yinglan black tea."

"My favorite animal."

"The little fat dragon in the castle...?"

"favourite colour."

"Golden red. To the color of the golden sun."

"Favorite time point."

"When chatting with Gadriche—"

The unfinished words stopped instantly. Facing the old sister's "Look. Sure enough, you like him" gaze, I wanted to die for a moment.

And this tentative topic also came to an end in the old sister's meaningful slap on her shoulders, and the unfinished "I know so much. Sure enough, you like him" eyes.

...The Virgin is above. I will never talk to them about marriage again.

For a moment I wanted to grab Arnold's collar and pull the jellyfish onto the highest platform of St. Enluth Square. I yelled at the whole family, young and old, the people of the whole country, "The person I like is him, he, he!!!". But fortunately, the will to survive at the critical moment stopped me, so I didn't have to write the line "Gadrich, fifteen-year-old boy" on my grave.

But sure enough, misfortune does not come singly. This world is really against me all the time. I really live a life of **** difficulty.

It is still unknown when the erratic Merlin Daxian will appear. My original plan had to be brought up and carried out. One is to visit the former residence of Arnold and Herron Oz, and the other is to chat with Hadremer.

The hilltop behind the city of Saint Enluth has been blocked by me for the reason of testing "guard". There is still a time limit of a few days. And Hadremo's whereabouts have also been checked by me. Only at this time can I feel the right to be a "princess", and it is very convenient to check with the hotel.

Although I said that I will go back immediately after the end of the Jiulan Festival. But Hadremer still stayed at Saint Enluth. He didn't use a fake identity when he came this time. The upright "Hadremer Perrelet". Such a well-known surname is difficult for people to look at it.

As for the rent of the room.

He has been in it for three months.

"The guest is very eye-catching both in his surname and hair style. At first I thought he was a jerk. But I didn't expect his temper to be surprisingly good."

The owner of the inn replied like this. Squeezed his own horoscope. Although this hotel is not the best of Saint Enluth, it is facing the blue clean sea.

"Does he have anything else to tell you." I relied on the identity of the princess. He asked without obscurity, "For example, why are you here, what are you going to do next?"

"...That's not right. I just greet that guest every day."

"But. How should I put it."

My expression suddenly became serious. I saw the boss frowned slightly and described vaguely, "From his back...I can feel his ‘relief’."

"It's like a burden that has been on the body for decades. It's finally relieved."

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The Lao Wang Proposal is the turning point of the whole article.

At the end of this chapter, the full text enters the countdown to the main line sprint. Is such that.

ps: Why did I think of "single mothers adopting stupid children. I have to commit myself to the local landlord in order to make a living" [What the **** is this x]