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

That is a story between three childhood sweethearts.

The weak and cowardly vampire boy. And the arrogant but kind-hearted girl A and the domineering and self-centered girl B.

The three of them grew up together. And just like the classic story of Riman Routine, they also have a complicated and ambiguous relationship.

simply say. Girl B, who has been arrogant and strong since she was a child, likes vampire boys. The vampire boy likes to protect his girl A from an early age. Unfortunately, Girl A likes the lion king of ghosts and animals from other countries.

And it's like a routine that must have in daily comics.

They·we·three·ever·both·dead·no·open·mouth.

"So I said. Tell her if you like her."

I sat at the door of the room together with the young vampire Rachel, chatting while waiting for Bedoria, who had finished changing clothes, to return.

"...Don't dare!"

Sitting on the only soft cushion (even I was sitting directly on the floor), the beautiful boy wrapped his arched knees and said in aggrieved tone, "The more familiar, the less dare you. Maybe even friends are rejected. It can't be done."

"and."

Rachel huddled together, showing only a pair of drooping blood-red eyes.

"I know... how much she likes King Arthur."

The boy's voice was muffled. And I did not speak. He just raised his head and looked at the blue sky through the glazed window.

The long-hidden memory is tangled up by threads. I vaguely remember that I also liked a certain boy when he was his age. The reason for liking is so simple that I can't remember why I like him now.

Even his appearance became blurred in his mind.

Until now. What remains in my heart is the emotion that I "liked" when I was young.

Only that feeling is something I can't forget.

A small, sweet, but painful crush.

"Although I didn't confess when I was a kid."

I raised my head slightly, but squinted at the teenager beside me, "But as a person who comes by, I advise you to confess it better."

"...When you were a kid?"

Rachel looked at me suspiciously, "Aren't you the same age as me?"

"Don't look at me like this. Actually, I'm also a fantasy species."

I said triumphantly to Rachel, who looked surprised for an instant, "It's different from your vampires. I'm a fantasy species called the ‘chosen one’."

"What is that. It sounds so powerful and ashamed."

"It's a person who has lived for two lifetimes." I put my index finger on my lips and gave a soft "hush", "This is my secret. I won't tell anyone that you are a vampire, you Don't betray me either."

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

So fourteen-year-old children are so easy to deceive.

Seeing Rachel's excited and dark expression, I thought to myself.

Although this Western fantasy world is in a scientific style. But there are still some signature creatures in the traditional "Western Fantasy". Such as dragons, such as vampires.

And these non-human species are called fantasy species.

However, these species were almost extinct in the Continental War a hundred years ago. Some of the only ones survived because they were surrendered to mankind in the war.

For example, the dragon clan that cooperates with Yinglan. Submitted to the vampire family of Yerevan.

"Even if you ask me about other fantasy species, I don't know..."

Rachel’s expression was very complicated when I asked "What other races are there besides dragons and vampires", "After all, we were completely weak at that time without mastering magic skills. Everyone who flees is lost. connect."

"And I'm only fourteen years old. Don't ask me about things a hundred years ago!"

My expression was disillusioned for an instant.

According to legend, vampires are indeed immortal. But the blood of Rachel's generation of vampires has been diluted too much and is no longer pure. Except for the blood-red eyes and beautiful appearance, it is no different from ordinary humans.

what. And the ability to become a bat. It's only for escape, it's very real.

"The vampires were treated like slaves because of their beautiful appearance."

Speaking of past history, Rachel couldn't help shivering, "So if you want to live a peaceful life, you must not let others discover that you are a vampire! But I was discovered by Felicia!"

Fei Lijia is the girl that night, right? "Is your other childhood sweetheart?"

"Yeah!" Rachel murmured, crying without tears, "Although I know she is not a bad person, she has liked to bully me since she was a child. Knowing that I am a vampire makes me run errands! What's more! "

The beautiful boy instantly covered his face, "She also likes to tie the only pair of **** I have to a tree!"

…I looked away with a guilty conscience.

What's up. It turns out that the wandering corpse that day was actually just for a prank.

Among the three, Bedoria is the second princess of Yerevan who is most respected. And Fei Lijia's father is Yerevan's prime minister.

Rachel was the worst. He is a child of an ordinary family.

The three generations of their grandchildren adhered to the concept of "I just want to live a peaceful life". Stay away from government affairs, stay away from war, and live happily in the countryside.

But after all, the identity is a vampire ancestor and the royal family is also somewhat related. A secret key support object belonging to the Yerevan royal family. Although Yerevan also considered knighting Rachel's family or something, it was offered as a mascot just like Yinglan's dragon. But it was rejected by Rachel's grandmother righteously.

after all. They just want to live a peaceful life.

Yerevan respected the decision of the vampires. But after all, everyone is a good friend. Of course the children of all families also played together.

Then he became a childhood sweetheart and unrequited love.

"I used to like to bully me very much. Since Fei Lijia came back from Yinglan, it has been even more excessive!"

Rachel narrowed his mouth, "It's just getting worse. Ming Ming is a member of the Knights of the Round Table, but he doesn't possess the virtues of a knight at all."

She is not to blame for this. After all, the boss of the Knights of the Round Table himself is not serious.

I shrank into a ball like Rachel. I feel a lot older all of a sudden.

The great and wayward king chooses knights as he pleases. He saw the only son of Prime Minister Yerevan at a glance that year, and then said to him.

Follow me. You will find what you have been looking for.

Then the only son of Prime Minister Yerevan ran away with Arthur, along with his sister.

It's really a blood loss to be Yinglan's subject country.

I silently hugged my poor, weak and helpless myself. It's obviously the end of spring. How come I feel so cold.

"But ah. Fei Lijia will bully you. In fact, it is because she likes you."

I pointed at myself with my index finger, "Like me. When I was young, I was the type that liked him and killed him."

"...Are you women so terrible?"

"When I was young, I didn't understand anything." I hummed, "'You can't be friends if you confessed'. Not only you think so. Fei Lijia does."

And she is a little more panicked than you.

After all, I stayed in Yinglan for a few years and came back. I found that the childhood sweethearts that I used to be familiar with have become unfamiliar.

What's more "terrible" is. Rachel and Bedoria's relationship became closer.

Close to the point where she can't get in.

"Felica likes me or something... please spare me."

I looked at Rachel with a distorted face. He sighed silently.

Well. I still don't want to break it.

After all, it's better not to have others inserted in matters of affection.

but.

"Don't you want to confess."

The time for girls to change clothes is always exceptionally long. Especially at the age of fourteen, who loves to dress up and looks good in everything. I'm afraid that Bedoria is changing in front of the mirror at this time.

"Don't lie to you. I regret it now. If I can go back in time, I will confess to him."

During this time I chatted with Rachel. The wind in the morning is moist and fresh, and people can't help but become energetic. And the thin cherry blossoms outside the window seemed to be urging the young men and women to talk about a vigorous love before the time has gone.

"It's not to get a reply or something... It's more to let yourself go."

I smiled at Rachel who was stunned. The morning light shattered in those blood-red eyes, reflecting like a ruby ​​under the bright sunlight, shattering light.

"The person you like now is not necessarily the one you like in the future." I let go of my hands and turned to hold behind me. "It will be the person who will walk into the church with you in the future is less likely."

"But she is the first person you like."

Accompanied by the cherry blossoms falling outside the window, I said softly, "This is fate."

"...What if it fails."

The beautiful boy asked in a low voice.

"That's better than regretting."

I replied very positively, "Life is a gamble. Fearful words will only become a loser forever."

Rachel was silent.

I didn't look at him and put pressure on him. Instead, I continued to look at the cherry blossoms outside the window.

what. The cherry blossoms falling in the wind outside the window are my lost love.

The rare literature and art also abruptly produced a sense of middle and secondness that cannot be complained about. I'm probably **** out of help.

…Think about people in this world who have a good impression of them. Sure enough, I was not saved.

At my age, I like a person who can't help but think more about it. When I was young, I liked a person for pure reasons such as being handsome, good grades, gentle, etc., but "liking" is not the most important thing when I grow up.

The most important thing is "fit".

Helpless and sad.

That's why I have worked so hard in this life.

Work hard to find your dreams, take your responsibilities hard, and love those who love me hard.

Hard work. With someone I really "like".

Whether in a luxurious palace or under a vast starry sky. Just being with him is my happiness.

"…what should I do."

After a while, the voice of the young Wei Ruo Mo Na came from his side. But I do know how much courage is involved in this.

For an ordinary fourteen-year-old boy. This is probably all his courage.

"The so-called confession. Must not be reckless."

I smiled slightly, "As the saying goes, climax can only be achieved if there is a foreshadowing. Later, when we go to the street with Bedoria, I secretly found a chance to slip away and leave plenty of private space for you and her."

Fists with both hands, the two thumbs up are facing each other, and they bend together. My tone of voice implies a deep meaning, "Only you two are on the blue and white streets of Saint Enluth."

Rachel leaned over, "...and then."

"Then you must avoid it. What I did today is just foreshadowing."

I thought (shi) taste (fen) deep (wei) long (suo) smile, "The purpose is to create an atmosphere for the formal confession later."

"Are you nervous? Excited?"

Rachel nodded quickly.

"That's right." I snapped my fingers, "pass on your tension and excitement to the other person. Let her understand that you are serious."

"Then what?"

"Remember nature. Only true feelings can move people." I patted him on the shoulder, "It doesn't matter what you do. But don't forget your current mood."

"...Oh oh oh oh!"

A smile with the same meaning (shi) taste (fen) deep (wei) long (suo) gradually appeared on the beautiful face, "Then when shall I confess?"

"Tomorrow night."

My expression suddenly became serious, "I will spoil you. Tomorrow will be an open-air dance party in the cherry forest. Those old rascals who are eager to marry women will give each of you a mask and dance."

"Although in theory everyone does not know each other and who dances are random. But don't be afraid."

I gave a thumbs up and pointed at myself vigorously, "I will operate it in secret. I will tell you the pattern of the Bedoria mask at that time. Remember to pick it right."

"...Oh oh oh oh!" Rachel's expression became even more excited.

"Mask. Cherry blossoms. Night sky. Star lights."

I counted one by one with my fingers, and every time I counted Rachel, I nodded involuntarily.

"Everything is ready, but the east wind owes it. There is a moonlit night before the flowers. If tomorrow night is not romantic, there will be no romantic scenes in this world."

"And wearing a mask can give you courage, isn't it."

"Come on, boy!" I patted Rachel on the shoulder vigorously, "I am optimistic about you!"

"His Royal Highness, Gadriche!"

The beautiful boy burst into tears, "You are such a wonderful person! How can I repay you to express my gratitude!"

"Ha ha."

I suddenly held Rachel's shoulder and smiled, "It's easy. Just give me a bottle of your blood."

"…Hey?"

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This is very happy to write 233

Probably because I remembered myself when I was in elementary school.

The so-called writing is to write people. The important thing is to write a person’s life...