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

The eyelashes moved slightly and opened slowly. The dim light shone on the black eyes that were out of focus, and it took more than ten seconds before those eyes changed from complete chaos to conscious blur.

……are you asleep.

With head sideways, half of my face completely against the table, I thought so dullly. With half-closed eyes, everything in front of him was dizzy and blurred in a warm, dim light. But it can still vaguely judge whose back it is through the moving water color.

"...Arnold."

I murmured his name, as soft as a whisper. However, he stopped and looked over to me.

"It doesn't matter if you sleep longer. Your Highness." The knight's voice was cold. He straightened up and rubbed his eyes and reminded me calmly, "The sleeve is dragged to the ground."

"Ah. Sorry."

I replied without apology. With one hand supporting his forehead, the other hand grabbed the coat that had fallen behind him, and threw him onto the chair aside. He also glanced to check if there were any parts that slumped on the ground.

June has passed. Today is the eighth day of Edwin's fall. It was also the eighth day I worked all night in a row.

To be honest, the body should have been used to studying (jia) and studying (ban) overnight in the first few months of school. But this time it was unexpectedly exhausted. Whether it is physical or spiritual.

I pretend to be a life-saving person. After vomiting blood during the last time I wrote in the diary, I quietly went to the hospital in the city the next day. Although the "Medical Department" of Baide College is the best in Baide, after all, everyone is a member of the same college.

However, the result is only bleeding gums. Because of excessive pressure, the fire was serious. The solution is to drink more tea and pears.

Ok. The setting of a terminally ill, dying, standard romance heroine is still impossible to appear on my body, and I can still live.

And the head of the jellyfish, Arnold, hasn't noticed any abnormality in my body these days. The only thing he wonders is why I eat so many pears these days.

I almost threw the nucleus in my hand to his face.

I don’t have an appetite, and I don’t want to be sent to the hospital for gastroenteritis like Old Antique, I can only add some sugar to Baide’s ration every day, and swallow it just as I do. And Arnold, who had no requirements for food, also accompanied me.

Then one day. He brought me a handful of candy.

Wrapped in beautiful but cheap cellophane, it is a colorful candy like amber. If I were just a child, I would be happy to accept it. However, in fact, I am an unromantic adult who knows that they are essentially "sugar water" and "pigment".

"I see a lot of kids around this."

The ice-colored eyes drooped slightly. Arnold put his hand in his pocket in front of me, and took out a handful of candies and sprinkled them on my open hands. "Because it is very cheap, I bought a lot. I should be able to eat it for a week."

No. The amount you throw at me now is enough for me to eat for half a month. And why is your tone so like feeding a pig.

"...Thank you. Hahaha."

The corners of his mouth twitched violently. But it was Arnold's kindness after all, and I accepted it with a strong smile.

Then the jellyfish essence took a handful from his pocket and sprinkled it over—Hey! Didn’t you see that it’s overflowing!

There are too many fruit candies that have no other taste except sweet. As a result, I have used them as a substitute for sugar for a long time and added them to the Baird army rations.

And the conscience of heaven and earth. After eight days, I finally consumed a third of these sugars.

"...I'm already sober."

The brain, which had been mixed up like rations, finally returned to its former Qingming. I put down the hand supporting my forehead, put it on the white paper filled with various drafts, and turned to look at Arnold not far away, "Is there any place. Need my help?"

The dim light coated his body with golden light, without words, his ice-colored eyes just looked at me peacefully.

And I glared back with very serious fisheyes.

"Assemble the finished parts over there." The ice-colored gaze shifted slightly. Although Arnold's expression is still as indifferent as before, I know he has compromised with me, "do as much as possible."

I numbly got up from the chair, rolled up my sleeves, "Don't worry! I will do it all!"

Rarely, Arnold did not respond.

I understand, he doesn't want me to continue to force myself. But he knew that even if he said it, he would only be dealt with with my "hahaha" awkward smile, so he simply kept silent.

Although the hardest thing is obviously him.

Hardremer's reliance on "time delay" is getting more and more serious. Now he can leave the barrier and run into Old Antique's ward, but as his condition deepens, his body functions gradually decline. Soon he will not even be able to stand up, so he can only lie on a hospital bed, lingering in pain and embarrassment by relying on magic and medical methods in the "slow" enchantment.

Our "wish" became the chief culprit that made Hadley's life worse than death, obviously it was so humble and simple. God still doesn't allow it.

Adam was right. God is really indifferent and selfish.

Life and time are treasures that he will never allow others to touch. Even looking longingly can be cursed.

At that time...if Hadremo personally requested it. Even if Arnold stuns Edwin forcibly, I will give him relief.

As agreed.

The calm golden red eyes broke into my brain without warning, and my hand suspended in the air paused for a moment before it landed on the magical parts that had just been cooled and were as cold as ice.

And there is another problem.

It is like taking a drug for a long time to be resistant. I'm afraid that if the "time delay" enchantment expands for too long, its influence on the human body will also decrease.

Although it is a rainy day. But instead of causing more terrible results later, I still made the decision that this old antique might jump up and beat me.

Decrease the speed of "Time Slow" again.

Accurate control of speed is not a simple matter. Need to make new circuits and new accessories, and now we only have two people.

"It's four o'clock."

A cold voice came from behind. I was stunned, put down the parts in my hand, turned my head, and looked at Arnold behind me puzzledly.

The handsome-looking artificial man has no fatigue, and there are no dark circles on the eyelids that symbolize sudden death. For a moment I was in a trance. Because of the sharp contrast between him wearing a clean white shirt and himself wearing a bib covered with various paints.

"It's four o'clock. You should go to bed." The icy eyes stared at me, and Arnold reminded me to be more straightforward, "After four o'clock, your error rate will increase greatly. Does it matter whether you can make up for it?" It doesn’t matter if you pass. This is the limit of the human body. Please don’t forget that you are only fifteen years old."

The corner of my mouth twitched violently. Although it was stinky, I knew that Arnold was caring about me, so I didn't get angry.

Taking a deep breath, I tried my best to speak calmly, "It's okay. I can still—"

"I know. But is it worth it?"

The black pupils shrink slightly. Facing the shocked me, Arnold said again, "Hadremo has no life-saving grace for you. All eyes are on Sophie and Edwin. Helping him won't get you any praise or honor. "

"There is no direct proportion between what you give and what you get." The cold voice asked, "Is it worth it?"

"..."

I was silent.

But soon, I gave the answer.

"It's worth it. If my limited ability can save a person, I will definitely spare no effort. This has nothing to do with honor rewards. I just practice my values ​​with practical actions."

Looking at the ice knight in front of me, I replied firmly.

The reason for the shock was not to be stumped by the Cavaliers' problems, but to be shocked that Arnold would also have "angry" emotions.

Contrary emotions due to its cold appearance. And this time it was not because of being provoked by Ace, but because of dissatisfaction with the "injustice" imposed on me.

really. It's becoming more and more human.

However, human beings are not perfect and kind creatures.

But for the time being... I think it's a good thing.

"It's a shift~Gadriche~"

The woman's light and **** voice came from the door of the workshop, and it attracted the attention of me and Arnold at the same time. Sophie, who was wearing a black tight skirt and a long trench coat, stood there and smiled and blew a kiss to us, "Thank you! Leave it to me next. Take a good rest."

"……Ok."

The awkward atmosphere is suffocating. I don't know when Sophie stood there and how much she heard. Nothing could be seen from her smiling charming face anyway.

I deliberately ignored Arnold. He packed his things blankly and walked to the door. Anyway, with my current muscle strength, even if I run into a bad guy on the road, I can pull a wrench out of my messenger bag and turn him over.

However.

"I will take you back to the bedroom."

"No need... hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!!!"

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made me scream. In Sophie's exaggerated tone of "Oh ↑ ah ↓", I opened my eyes wide and raised my head blankly. A look of horror looked at the beautiful white chin and the handsome indifferent face.

I was actually held by the princess? !

...

the next day. Under the strong request of Old Antique, the doctor was finally willing to let him leave the hospital one day early. And as I expected. After he knew what I had changed the "Slow" magic device to, he immediately rushed in front of me aggressively and slapped it on the table.

"Slap!" there was a sound. Just listen to the sound is very loud. However, I don't care about the table, but the hand of Old Antique.

I half-squinted dead fish eyes and glanced at his red hands, "What are you doing."

"You still have the guts to ask me! Why did you make me a magician—wait."

The Qingjun middle-aged man frowned and pointed to my right eye, "What happened to your eyes. Was beaten?"

"Ah. This."

I stroked my right eye. I remembered that Arnold, who had wrapped me in his arms, knocked on the window with one hand that night. And Fiona, who waited till four o'clock to serve me, saw our expressions when she opened the window.

For a moment, my eyes lost their high light, and my smile was bleak, "You will be beaten as a show of affection."

"……what?"

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Slightly busy at the beginning of the junior year x

But 1w5 a week is still some peace of mind!

ps: Rachel is a vampire, don’t worry about his nose

pss: During this time, he drank brown sugar water and ate pork liver soup. The dessert after a meal is dried red dates. Don't worry about insufficient blood supply x