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

Wrap the book with his left hand, and lift the corner of the skirt with his right hand. Wearing leather boots, I didn't care about the image of a lady, and hurried down the stairs quickly and eagerly.

The little guard behind me was frightened by my arrogant movements. I stubbornly wanted to stop it, but I just ignored it.

After so many days, I was led by Arnold to walk a lot faster-it should be said that it was too fast. The little guard behind me yelled "Miss, please pay attention to your feet", and followed me "click" at the same time. The rapid footsteps of the two people kept reverberating in the empty dungeon.

In view of Arnold's particularity, he was locked in a room alone. There is no guard. And the sister didn't say how long it was going to be closed, as long as he wanted to come out at any time.

But that stupid guy won't come out in three or four days.

I lifted my foot and kicked hard towards the wooden door in front of me. The long-awaited wooden door could not withstand this wild blow. It slammed on the wall with a "bang", and was bounced again, making a "creak, creak," wailing sound.

This sound attracted the attention of the teenager opposite the iron railing. The originally drooping water-colored head lifted up, revealing the handsome face of the boy and the slightly opened ice-colored eyes.

"Gadliche... Your Royal Highness?"

I did not answer him. He just turned around and bowed slightly to the little guard who was looking dead, "Trouble Knight Rosen. Just send it here."

"You are serious! Your Royal Highness Gadrich."

Since only the three of us are present, there is no need to hide our identities. Rosen stepped over me and said hello to Arnold with a serious face. I looked at him speechlessly without suppressing the heart of a loyal dog. He seemed to have a pair of dog ears for a moment, and the straight tail behind him was still working hard. Shake.

Suddenly, I remembered the scene of the big emperor returning to the palace and the whole people boiling... So, is Saint Enluth ruling the country as an idol.

Arnold paused, then replied flatly "Hello". Rosen, who received the response from the idol, blushed again, and tremblingly asked with the excitement, "His Royal Highness! Do you need me to help you guard the door!"

"No."

I raised my hand and patted him on the shoulder like an old cadre, "Your work is also very hard. Go back and take a good rest."

Rosen immediately replied, "No hard work, no hard work!"

"No, no hard work."

"Where is it! It's not hard at all!"

"..."

With a blank expression on my face, I "invited" Rosen, who was speechless with excitement, and closed the door. After waiting for a while, he involuntarily exhaled a long breath after the sound of fading footsteps came from outside the door.

Turned around. I leaned on the door and stared condescendingly at Arnold behind the iron railing. With a serious character, he unexpectedly changed into a rough prison uniform, and that set of knight uniform was folded and placed in the corner outside the iron fence together with the magic weapon and the sword.

Obviously, he even had the courage to take the princess out of the city privately, but he was so rigid in this kind of thing.

"garrulous."

I stood up the book in my hand, passed it through the gap of the iron railing, and passed it to him, "I asked Rosen to take the book casually. Although in the cell, let's read the head office."

"His Royal Highness."

The cold voice surprised me a little. Arnold on the railing stood up, and the angle of looking down had to change to looking up again.

The ice-colored slender boy was as calm as ever. He looked at me with his eyelids down and slowly said, "Is that young man your knight?"

"…what?"

I blinked for unknown reasons. Arnold in front of him repeated calmly again, "Is that young man your knight?"

"...No. He is the knight of the entire Saint Enluth."

This time I finally heard about Arnold’s question, so I replied. I looked into his eyes, those ice-colored eyes were as pure and clean as ever, with nothing.

It was too clean to read his feelings clearly.

It seems that I just asked out because of curiosity, simple thoughts like a child.

The ice-like knight stopped asking questions and took the book. When I touched the slender fingertips, I felt the coldness that was not human.

Countless questions and guesses hit my mind at the moment my fingertips touched, but they were completely suppressed by me. Maybe it is not the time to ask these words.

Noting Arnold's slight shock when he saw the cover, I said, "What's the matter. Don't you like it?"

"No... I can read as long as it is a book. But."

Bing eyes drooped slightly. Cold fingertips swept across the gilded text on the cover.

"Love and Fire and Poetry."

In this era, it is a classic praising humanity and "love". Written by the legendary scholar Roz Roertun of the Baide University Hall. Because of this book, the divine-worshippers Belusis and Baide had a very stiff fight for a long time, which made Yinglan laugh very happily.

Both this book and its author have many interesting anecdotes. I didn't like reading in my previous life. Naturally, I wouldn't read him in this life. I only know that Rozrol swallowed to death very early, and he was a virgin to death.

"Very tough."

Arnold said.

"It's natural to be a masterpiece. But-I can't understand it."

"Unable to agree."

"...Can you tell what kind of story this book tells."

Arnold raised his eyes and looked at me. After seeing my serious look, he slowly spoke.

"The only daughter of a powerful nobleman. Falling in love with an ordinary man."

The cold voice of the boy was as pleasant as the flowing river water. However, he was unhumanly cold, and it made people feel that he was just an indifferent bystander.

"She betrayed her fiance and the family for that man."

"Just to be with him."

"…Then what."

"There is no more."

I looked shocked, "What's the ending of the story?"

"The end is that they succeeded in being together." The honest Arnold shattered my illusions once again, "Roz Roelton originally planned to write a second book."

…And did the second book die before it was finished?

This is the most cheating author in history. "I don't think you are to blame. The book itself is aborted."

"but-"

The ice-colored pupils staring at me are so pure, but because they are so clean, they don't look like human eyes at all.

"Even if it is such a half-length story, I always feel that I understand it. The author's mood."

"Arnold."

Across the horizontal and vertical iron bars, I watched earnestly at the beautiful prisoners imprisoned in the world on the other side.

With the appearance of a handsome boy, he has a calm look, and his drooping eyelids are also watching me. There is no desire to break free from this cage.

"One thing makes me hesitate."

I asked the beautiful prisoner.

"Sure enough, there is an abnormality in this mine. The workers must not have ordinary ‘drowsiness’. And the emperor must know this too."

"But she chose to hide it in order not to cause a commotion."

"The greatest possibility is that the truth of'narcolepsy' can even threaten the lives of workers, and there is only one reason for the emperor to hide this."

"Arnold."

I whispered the prisoner's name.

"Tell me. Should I sacrifice these people for the benefit of the country."

He who has the name "Arnold" stares at me. The expression is as calm and unmoved as always.

He spoke.

"This is a helpless thing. The problems that have been formed over time can only be solved by sacrificing people's lives."

Rubing's voice did not fluctuate or hesitate.

"This is the destiny. Although you are the royal family of Saint Enluth. But you don't need to be too self-"

The prisoner's words stopped abruptly.

"I don't want to hear such an answer."

I was talking like this, and knocked him again.

In the icy pupils shrinking behind the iron fence, I saw myself half-raised and smiling.

Finally, what can be reflected in those eyes.

"I will think of a way to get the best of both worlds. Do my best."

I closed my eyes slightly and said with a faint smile. Try not to let the tears from the corners of your eyes fall.

Although on the surface I am full of confidence and confidence, but these are all made by me to impress Arnold's wooden fish. Actually, my heart is flustered.

To put it simply. But this is really related to the interests of Saint Enluth's entire country. In this era of magic, the magic core is a symbol of financial and military power. Yinglan can be so mad because the family has a mana, and Bai Lucis and Baid are eager for each other to die, but they are still peaceful. They are not afraid of each other. An exterminating country shelled over.

Not to mention that Saint Enluth is now a subject of England...If you want to develop, you need a magic core, and you need money.

Moreover, there are two if there is one.

Even Yuri had arrived in person, and there was no need to mention the status of this piece of Saint Enluth's largest new magic mine. If all the magic mines developed afterwards suffer from "narcolepsy", what should we do? Shall we stop all of them?

And there is-ah ah ah! !

I tugged my hair irritably, it was obviously a Western fantasy world of Otome script. Why is it so annoying!

My heart was tangled like a mess, and there was something black falling in front of my eyes in a daze. I stopped the hand holding my hair, and after a long pause, I slowly raised my hand in front of me.

Looking at the long black hair that was obviously dull in my palm, I was silent for a long time without speaking.

what. It's going to be bald.

I thought so coldly.

but-

"I am willing to give everything."

I took a deep breath.

"Even if there is only one possibility."