Fairy’s Box

The chirping of insects and birds came from outside the window, followed by the ticking of water droplets on the petals.

"It's already the second day...?"

Lydia whispered confusedly in her heart, propped up her fair body from the thin blanket, and raised her face. Although the light in front of her eyes was bright, the darkness in her heart was still like ink.

After tossing and turning all night, she wasn't sure if she had ever fallen asleep. Her head still hurt so badly, and her eyelids were as heavy as a stone.

The strong tiredness made the female knight a little trance, the trance feeling like a high fever, or a drowning person struggling on the edge of life and death. But as soon as she closed her eyes, she could feel an indescribable stinging pain in the nightmare where she could not see her fingers.

Those poisonous steel needles pierced into the skin, stimulating the nerves over and over again, burning their spirit and physical strength like a red-hot iron.

This is only the pain of the ninth needle, and with each additional needle in the future, the pain she suffers will double. If you want to hurt others, you have to hurt yourself first. This is the price of learning crimson puncture.

Can you hold on to it?

Lydia silently looked out the window, clasped her knees with both hands, and let the dazzling sunlight hit her face, with weak tears in her eyes.

It's okay for a person to cry in a corner, but never to show weakness in front of others - this is always the case with female knights.

No matter how painful and helpless, Lydia is now trying her best to remain aloof and nonchalant, covering her weakness with a relaxed tone—only occasionally, she feels terrified.

She shows that she doesn't care about what she cares about the most. In fact, the female knight is very afraid of loneliness.

"Never mind... Anyway, I've already chosen this path. If I regret it now, it's too late." She kept repeating this sentence in her heart.

Leaning against the stone frame of the floor-to-ceiling window, bathed in the warm sunlight, Lydia felt that her mental state was much better. At least after she closed her eyes, the dark nightmare was much farther away from her.

By the time she opened her eyes, it was already noon.

"..."

The female knight covered her hot forehead, supported the bed and stepped to the floor, walked to the suitcase she brought, and took out a cylindrical silver metal cylinder.

She shook the metal tube, listening to the sound of ding ding dong dong coming from the inside, then popped off the round cover at the front, and picked up a steel needle about three inches from it.

This is a poison needle used for crimson puncture practice. It is drenched with blood-seal throat poison. It must be taken orally with another more poisonous Cantrella.

Lydia twisted the button on the base of the metal cylinder, poured out a pinch of white and tasteless powder from the hole opened on the side, and quickly stuffed it into her mouth.

The poison entered her body, and the surface of the female knight's smooth and fair skin was oozing sweat at a visible speed. She trembled, and her emerald green eyes were covered with a layer of blood red.

"cough!"

With a clear cough, she took out the steel needle, glanced at the needle tip that glowed blue light in the light, and quickly stabbed it into the spinal canal at the back of her neck. At the same time, her body suddenly froze, and those emerald green eyes slowly enlarged and became numb.

A few minutes later, the female knight who had temporarily controlled the poison regained her sanity, stood up straight from the floor, grabbed the white underwear around her waist, and with a snort, the cotton fabric split in half like a cut. Showing a white body.

Then, the eight steel needles in the metal cylinder were taken out and inserted into the other parts of the crimson puncture that needed to be exercised. The moment it was pierced under the skin, the special steel needle immediately began to vibrate, and the invisible wave frequency penetrated the muscle tissue and connected to the nerve, controlling the flow of liquid in Lydia's body, and using the highly poisonous direction to stimulate and strengthen her physique.

It is precisely because the nerve is pierced that it will be accompanied by a burning pain in the process. No matter how firm and reserved the female knight is, she will become a fragile girl, tormented by uncontrollable pain in her body.

The scalding heat was surging in her body, and she could even hear the scorching torrent squeak, mixed with poison and poured into the body, surging through the musculoskeletal bones, and going deep into the bone marrow, making the body continue to strengthen along with the alienation.

Soon, the pain accumulated by the female knight finally burst, her whole body twitched and became paler, her slender waist vibrated violently involuntarily, like a patient returning to light.

But she gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound, tears rolled down her cheeks, sliding over the corners of her tightly pursed lips, and dripping onto the floor.

Although Lydia's body is tall and slender, her limbs are well-proportioned and she doesn't feel bloated at all, instead she looks long and flexible. Especially the pair of towering snow peaks, covered with sweat at this time, like a pair of white, bright and round snowballs, falling heavily on their chests.

Boom-boom-boom!

Accompanied by a steady knock on the door, the voice she was most looking forward to, and most feared to hear, sounded outside the door:

"Lydia, you're inside, it's noon, I have something for you."

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The female knight immediately raised her head, grabbed the steel needle in her neck, and pulled out the tip of the needle inserted into her spinal cord.

"call!"

Lydia let out a sigh of relief, then pulled out the other poison needles one by one, and put them back into the metal tube. She opened the suitcase but found no underwear.

Her eyes glanced around, and when she noticed the ** that had been torn apart by herself, her expression became extremely wonderful.

By the way, I seem to have taken a shower last night... The one I just wore should be the last one... It was accidentally torn up again!

"Lydia...Are you busy?" The voice outside the door was a little helpless.

"No! You wait a moment."

The female knight looked around eagerly, her eyes fell on the white bed sheet, she had an idea and wrapped her body with the bed sheet, and then quickly opened the door to a gap:

"what's up?"

"I said I have something for you."

Yale took out a silver bracelet from the pocket of his jacket and shook it in front of him:

"Guess what this is?"

"what?"

Lydia looked so cute, but she didn't dare to reach out to touch her. She was so cute that a certain vile man had the urge to make fun of her.

"You should know that high-level scholar mages have too strong mana, so their bodies emit strong mana radiation, and this radiation can harm others, just like your situation."

The black-haired knight smiled mysteriously, and handed the silver bracelet to the other party: "In order not to hurt the people around them, they developed a prop to isolate themselves, and this is the thing - the closed bracelet."

"Really?"

The female knight's eyes lit up, and her eyes gradually turned red, showing an expression of tears of joy.

"With this thing, you can continue to be with everyone, but I don't really care... Because your poison can't hurt me."

Yale laughed proudly, and then while the other party reached out to grab the object, he stepped back:

"Come and grab it if you want."

Like a fish biting bait, Lydia pushed open the door subconsciously, leaned forward, and grabbed the closed bracelet, completely unaware that the sheets wrapped around her body fell to the ground.

Her shiny blond hair fluttered, the peaks and hills were high, her skin was snow-white, and her slender legs were slightly separated... It was exposed in the eyes of the stunned black-haired knight on the side.