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

A few more hours. The last ball of the night will begin.

Even if I have never been interested in it, I can't help but ignite an expectation. But it is more nervous.

Tension about the unknown.

Even the outsider me is like this. Not to mention them.

Rachel, who was lying on the bed in the room, stared blankly at the palm of his hand, a ray of sunlight just shining on it from the window, and the dust in the air was coated with a layer of golden light, flashing like light gravel.

Fei Lijia, who was outside the door, was leaning against the blue and white door, with her head down. The faint blond hair covered her profile and couldn't see her expression clearly. But the corners of his mouth were pressed tightly.

As for Bedoria.

"Gadliche."

The blonde girl stood in front of me. Today, she changed into another set of goose yellow Lolita, and all her golden curled hair was let down, like golden waves.

"Yesterday... I caused you trouble."

She clutched her collar tightly, her tone was a little cautious, "Are you okay...?"

I looked at her quietly for a while. Then he touched her head and comforted, "It's okay. Are you okay?"

"I've gotten over."

Bedoria sighed long. A little embarrassed to spare his cheeks, "Sorry to trouble you yesterday. It's great that you didn't hate me."

"I won't hate you." I smiled at her. "Are you going to meet Rachel and Ferriga? They are worried about you too."

"……No."

To my surprise, Bedoria refused.

"I know." The girl's expression was helpless, her voice was low, "Ferica likes Rachel but Rachel likes me."

I was stunned.

"Moreover." Bedorian added in a surprisingly endless voice, "Ferica also knows that Rachel likes me. She also knows that I know that Rachel likes me, and that I know that she likes Rachel."

I am silly.

What the hell? Why do I feel that I understand everything but nothing?

"That..." I tremblingly stretched out my hand to the fourteen-year-old princess, "In other words, you and Fei Lijia actually know everything?"

Bedoria nodded aggrievedly.

......Why do I think your two lilies are just fine for an instant.

"But Fei Lijia and I are not willing to explain...because once you point it out, you won't be able to go back to the past."

The girl's eyes were hanging slightly, and the clear water was glowing in the bright sunlight, "So even if it is uncomfortable. The three of us are enduring it."

My expression was in a daze, "How should I put it. I think it should not be your fault, it's all Rachel's fault."

"Hey. Although Rachel is beautiful and slender. But he is still a stinky boy who doesn't understand anything."

Bedoria sighed. The toes of the fine velvet shoes were circled on the ground, "So I don't want to destroy their rare opportunity to be alone. And—"

The lovely girl suddenly raised her head and looked at me, her gleaming eyes directly twitched the corners of my mouth, "I want to hear you tell me about King Arthur."

"... But to that king," I replied with a twitching corner of my mouth, "Actually, I don't know anything."

"How is it possible! Obviously he likes you so much!" Bedoria pouted subconsciously, "I ask you. What is King Arthur's favorite?"

"Yinglan black tea." Instinctively I took it, "and the fat dragon he raised."

Bedoria stopped talking. Just stared at me. And I covered my face in shame.

Don't blame me! ! In order to tie Yinglan's thighs, my sister asked me to carry these things down! She will do spot checks! It has become instinct!

"It's all common sense! Common sense!" I yelled, covering my face, working hard for the final resistance, "It's not just me! Every Yinglan knows it!"

...Bedonia silently moved his eyes away, and finally let out an indifferent "Heh".

I, who has always been a clever tongue, was stunned by this "hee". After a while, I just let go of the reaction, and my face was serious. Seriously changed the subject and said, "King Arthur is now in the Castle of Saint Enluth. If you want to know, just ask him if he can." Anyway, he was pretty idle.

"Gadliche."

Bedoria looked at me again and said, "When I was very young, I danced with King Arthur."

The black pupils shrank. The blond girl lowered her eyelids slightly, showing a sad look that was extremely inconsistent with her.

Obviously she should be public and laugh.

"In the huge ballroom, he stretched out his hand to me who was sitting in the corner. Although I knew it was just sympathy. But I was still very happy."

Pulling the collar's hand hard unconsciously, Bedoria murmured, "Really happy. I still remember him saying to me at that time, ‘Please don’t cry alone, dance together’."

"……I like him."

There was a faint cry in the girl’s voice. She bit her lip and said with difficulty, “Even if he never dances with him again, even if he never remembers my name, even if I am worthy of my background and talents. Not on him."

"Even if you can only look at him from a distance..."

"But I still... like him hopelessly."

The goose-yellow girl covered her face, squatted down, and started to cry in the garden.

The withered petals were scattered on the hem of her unfolded skirt like her tears. In the fine cries, she wiped her eyes with her hands indiscriminately, even though the silk gloves had turned her delicate skin red.

And standing in front of her, I can only look at her in silence. After a long time, they squatted down and patted her back lightly.

But nothing can be said.

...

"So? So you brought her to me?"

The blond priest has a handsome face like a statue, but his heart is as corrupt as a middle-aged uncle who is over 40 years old and without a wife and children. "In your heart, am I the kind of person who will comfort a broken-hearted girl?"

"...Do you think I want to!"

The corners of my mouth twitched uncontrollably, "I just want her to go to church to pray and calm down. Who knows that when you open the door, you will see your face!!"

The goddess is on top. When I opened the door of the church, the handsome face with the holy light lifted up, and the godless blue eyes faced me, my heart almost collapsed.

I was relieved when Bedoria said that he wanted to go to church quietly after crying. In order to keep her clean, I deliberately did not take her to the cathedral in the castle, but to the small church in the city.

But why is Adam here! ! !

"Because I am not only the best priest of Saint Enluth. I am also the only priest."

Adam tilted his head blankly and escaped my angry punch. It was too much to move back to the original position after I closed my fist.

……It's now!

"So. You can see me no matter which church you are in."

The blond priest Yun said lightly. The slightly raised hair brushed my fist lightly, like molesting, more like contempt.

"Well." Adam grinned at me with an expressionless face, "Want to hit me? It doesn't exist."

"...Who said I wanted to hit you." I sneered and retracted my fist, "I just saw a humble dust on your noble shoulder. I want to help you gently and gently brush it away."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The handsome and expressionless priest sneered at me, his shoulders trembling. And I also sneered and shook my shoulders at the same frequency in return, without giving way.

After a burst of embarrassing and malicious smiles, we stopped this stupid behavior unanimously. Look at the girl in front of the statue of the Virgin.

The soft sunlight poured on her body through the glazed glass on the roof. The girl basking in the sun clasped her hands and touched her forehead. As if she was talking or begging, she closed her eyes, her expression pious and pitiful.

"A kid at this age. I like to like others because of trivial things."

The girl's figure was reflected in the turquoise and godless eyes, and the priest's voice was sacred and ruthless, "When it gets bigger. You will know how stupid I was before."

"...Although this is the case most of the time."

I pressed my lips together and looked at Bedoria. Although the world has its own mosaics about Adam's words, I was still afraid of being heard by her, so I deliberately pulled Adam onto the bench in the corner, "But I believe the three of them are different."

So I hope this young and pure relationship has an ending. Instead of disappearing into a sigh in time.

Adam next to him turned his head and glanced at me. Did not speak.

Fortunately, Adam is not the kind of person who can say "If you like him, then you will be better than him", otherwise I am afraid that I will have to hit Shenglong punch again.

but. What should I do.

"You persuaded those two people to confess." Adam said lazily, "Add her one more."

"...Forget it." My expression was complicated for an instant, "Have you not heard who she likes? It's Arthur."

I know who the king of ghosts is. Although he looks gentle and gentle, he is essentially a gentleman to a "cruel" person.

If Bedoria confessed to him, it would be 100% rejected. It was still the kind of "rejection" that was unfamiliar and indifferent in his eyes and tone although he was smiling.

After all, he is a person who respects women. A love that can't start is worse than a rejection at the beginning.

and.

I have no expression on my face. He doesn't care about the other party's mood, that ghost animal king.

"So what? A girl has to meet a few men like this in her long life."

The sound of cloth rubbing rustled. I turned my head and watched Adam stand up next to me in a daze, walked around me blankly, and walked straight to Bedoria in the front row.

"...Hey! Adam!"

When I realized what he was going to do, I quickly stretched out my hand, but I only had time to brush it with his fingertips.

"Hi. Girl."

The blonde girl opened her eyes. Under my desperate gaze, she raised her eyes to the handsome priest beside her.

The tall priest wore a white robe. A wooden cross hung on his chest. He was bathed in the sun, even though his face was expressionless, his face still glowed divinely.

"Human. You can't control someone you like. So you can't control it."

Adam's unwavering voice echoed in the empty church. Ethereal and sacred.

"Anyway, it's a dilemma to advance or retreat. It's not as good as a slap in the head."

Under the expression of my collapse. Father Adam laughed.

He said this to the girl who looked at him with wide eyes.

"So go and confess to him. Girl."

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Jiamei will make a subtle plan every time, and then look at the messy world and make him mess up.

So in the end the prom was like this-the three confessed together.

It's very exciting. It's fun.

By the way, happy new year everyone!

It’s half an hour before the New Year’s Day. wwww