Fairy’s Box

I don't know how long it took, until a cool night breeze blew into the room, and Yale woke up suddenly, and then looked outside, it was already covered with a layer of bright silver sand, Vesta's figure had long disappeared, and the room There is only one person inside.

It turned out to be late at night.

When he realized this, the door of the room suddenly creaked open, and a petite and slender figure crept in. It was a ridiculously young nurse who seemed to be carrying a bamboo basket in his hand.

"Did you go to the wrong room?"

The black-haired knight looked at each other suspiciously, his eyes glowing green in the dim room.

"Nah."

The little nurse lowered her head shyly, handed the basket to him, and said timidly:

"Before, you kept yourself locked in the underground palace and didn't eat anything. I just found out that you came out, so I made some dinner for you."

"I...you put it here first."

At first, Yale planned to directly say that he was not hungry and let her take it away, but seeing the timid expression of the other party, he couldn't bear to say it, so let's keep it for now.

"Then...you mustn't forget it." The little nurse showed a happy expression on her delicate face. With light steps, she put the bamboo basket on the coffee table and took out the stacks of food.

Watching her happily arranging the food neatly, pulling up the basket and smiling sweetly at herself, just as she was about to leave the room, the black-haired knight suddenly stopped the other party:

"It's best not to approach this room in the future...if you don't want to get hurt."

The little nurse's brisk steps suddenly froze, trembling, she grasped the bamboo basket with both hands, bit her pink lips, and secretly looked sideways at Yalei.

"..." The black-haired knight remained silent. Under the silver moonlight, the lines on his face were still as cold and hard as marble carvings, almost inhumane.

"sorry."

With tears in her eyes, she bowed aggrievedly and ran away quickly.

...

Are you a little too much? Forget it, it's for her too.

Yale sighed slightly in his heart, feeling a vague sense of guilt for some reason. Then he observed the room boredly, and suddenly found a decorative sword hanging on the wall.

With a move in his heart, he got up and walked to the standing cabinet beside him, took out the clothes that the sanatorium had provided for him, and then his eyes stopped at the bottom of the wardrobe.

There, a sword box with his name engraved on it was lying quietly in the corner. Every time he saw this box, the black-haired knight could always think of the voices and smiles of his comrades-in-arms. After the heart-warming warmth, it was a reality that was so cold to despair.

The black-haired knight looked at it in bewilderment, his breathing became heavier and heavier, his fingers trembled a few times, but he never had the courage to touch it.

After getting dressed, he grabbed the decorative sword hanging on the wall and left the room as if to escape.

...

As it was already midnight, no one could be seen on the path of the manor, only a small garden in the distance, reflecting a dreamy, hazy soft light in the moonlight.

Such miniature gardens can be seen everywhere in the manor, and the structure is also very simple.

There is a small pool with clear water outside the corridor, benches are installed on the lawn by the pool, and fluorescent stones are placed in the low lawn lamps next to it, emitting soft light.

Yale walked to the soft lawn, adjusted his breathing, and stood with his feet in a T-step. The sword edge roared out immediately, the air was easily cut in half, and only a silver light and shadow could be seen.

His talent in swordsmanship is very general. Currently, he can only cut horizontally. It seems that he can swing well, but in fact, it all depends on his basic ability.

At this moment, the black-haired knight could not find the basic knowledge of swordsmanship, and could only recall the postures of Genevieve and Luya swinging their swords, pondering little by little.

Anyway, it was a distraction. He imitated Genevieve's arc sword in memory for a while, and imitated Luya's epee for a while, and the sharp sword shadows kept whistling out, making the surrounding air seem a lot colder.

The manor was very quiet at night. After tossing for half an hour, Yale threw the long sword aside and sat on the bench beside him. It seems that when he saw the end of his practice, Vesta's figure emerged from the shade of the tree and nimbly sat beside him:

"What swordsmanship did you practice? Why is it so weird?"

"I don't know either, because I can't use a sword at all."

Yale looked up at the beautiful starry sky, took a deep breath of the air mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees, and said with some fascination: "I really want to touch the stars up close and see what they look like."

"Trust me, the result will definitely disappoint you." Vesta smiled sweetly, slowly gathered up his long legs, hugged his knees against the back of the chair, and said lazily:

"Sometimes, I also reminisce about the good times wishful thinking, wishing to sink my body and mind into it, and never want to come out... But people always have to grow up, and the cruel reality is always in front of me... There is nowhere to escape."

"What do you mean?" The black-haired knight's eyes turned cold.

"You would rather practice with a ceremonial sword than dare to touch Arrondette. Do you still have to tell me what to do next?" Vesta's beautiful eyes shone with wise light, and the language was indeed unexpected. cruel.

"..."

Yale clenched the hilt of the sword subconsciously, his pupils shrunk sharply to a point, faintly with a deep blood light, he forcibly endured his anger, stood up and walked towards the underground palace.

"Are you going to indulge in your memories forever, are you going to lock yourself up like this for the rest of your life? The Origin of Fear is controlling you, it makes you dare not face reality! If you are still the Yale I know, quickly become the original ambition You, the bubbly one, instead of a useless coward like you are now!"

"shut up!"

In the eyes of the black-haired knight, a cold blood light erupted again, and the saber in his hand was directly crushed into powder. Under this unconscious fear force field, the nearby vegetation withered.

"I'm not a coward!"

He stared at Vesta stubbornly, and the invisible radiation spread, and the icy aura rolled in front of the other party, rushing her back half a step, and said word by word:

"Listen, don't try to provoke me or you'll regret it! I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Okay, now you answer me a question head-on."

Vesta's beautiful and pretty face was coated with a layer of frost, and said coldly:

"How long are you going to stay here, has your life ended with the Knights of the Holy Armor? Have you forgotten that your friend is still waiting for you? That little girl named Charlene, but crying I must cure you, how long are you going to let her wait?"

"Charlene...Charlene..."

The shadow of the backlight covered his face, and only a pair of blood-red eyes could be seen. Just in this whisper, the cold blood light gradually converged.

Then, twisting his heels, he took another path—the path leading to the room.

"..."

Seeing that the figure of the black-haired knight gradually became hazy, and finally disappeared in the bright moonlight, Vesta finally put down the hanging heart, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face:

"In the end, he's still the stubborn boy who made up two jokes and then flickered... um... things are a lot more tricky than I imagined, but today I finally made a little progress, at least it boosted his energy."

...

the next day

After Vesta was neatly dressed, he walked out of his room. At the corner in front, a snow-white curved staircase snaked down from there, and the bright red carpet stretched to the wooden floor of the hall.

The restaurant is at the other end of the hall. Perhaps because there are more nurses here, the decoration is also very elegant. There are a dozen long wooden tables covered with neat tablecloths and hollowed out high-back seats on both sides. A massive chandelier hangs in the middle of the hall, and the fine china and silver dishes gleam in the sun.

In the northwest corner of the restaurant, Yalei, who was wearing a straight dress, sat there with a blank face, and only moved his eyelids when he saw her approaching.

"Why, are you still mad at me? That's something that can't be helped." Vesta hit two haha, and sat in front of him unceremoniously.

"Angry? I'm not that boring."

The black-haired knight glanced at the dress with a headache, and bluntly expressed his dissatisfaction: "Why let me wear this kind of clothes, come here? Is this a good way for you to help me control the origin?"

"Women are sensual creatures, and sometimes they are very picky. If a handsome gentleman accompanies me, I think my work status will be much higher?"

Vesta said solemnly.

"Okay..." Yale wisely decided not to dwell on this issue with her, and immediately said straight to the point: "Now can you tell me how you plan to help me control the origin? I have no clue at all."

"It's up to you, I'm completely support." Vesta patted his cheeks wearily, and suddenly looked in front of him, saw a steaming teapot, and his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Have you made your tea? Bring me a cup."

"It's very hot and bitter." The black-haired knight kindly hinted.

"It's ok!"

"That's what you said." Yale scalded the porcelain cup with boiling water, then poured out half a cup and pushed it in front of her:

"Please drink."

"I really can't tell, you are still a good man with grace."

Vesta held up the porcelain cup gracefully and took a small sip, then her rosy pretty face turned white instantly, and spit back into the cup with a very embarrassing mouthful, covering her mouth in pain:

"Is this tea still tea juice?"

"It's just a little thick, I already reminded you." The black-haired knight picked up the teapot, filled himself with eight points, took the porcelain cup and drank it, and immediately showed an expression of enjoyment on his face:

"Scalding hot tea down my throat and through my lungs...it's a good feeling."

"What does it feel like?" She raised her eyebrows in confusion.

"The feeling of being alive."