After Knight Mipa walked away, I shook my head and realized what was going on. My brain was a little confused.
This guy... wants to replace Sheryl in my heart? It's too graphic, right? Does she know the bond between me and the **** knight? I don’t know, I don’t know anything at all, but I have to boast that I want to replace her.
Of course, I understand that the **Knight has disappeared and may never appear. For the MiPa Knight, her opponent is just an opponent that will not appear and no longer exists. Maybe she feels that time is Her best weapon, it seems reasonable to say such confident words.
So... what is the status of the ** knight in my mind? Will it really be diluted by time?
I started to think about it seriously. I only knew before that the knights were both mentors and friends to me. They were very important, very important, very important. They were second only to Vilas and the others. Such a general understanding was obviously not enough. , I have to reconfirm the position of the **Knights in my mind.
To put it simply, for example, if she suddenly appeared in front of me, what would happen to me? Whether he threw himself into her arms and cried loudly, or loudly accused her of leaving me alone, or he pretended to be cool and asked, "This beautiful lady looks familiar to you. Have we met somewhere?"
Or... hug her regardless and kiss her? Maybe it would be blown away instantly.
Wait, that is to say, what kind of feelings do I have towards the **Knight?
So throughout the dinner, I turned into a statue of a thinker, exuding a strong aura of "I need an independent thinking space, please do not disturb", and no one dared to approach.
When the banquet was coming to an end, I still couldn't figure out the reason. This made me worried. Now, rather than considering my feelings for the ** knight, should I give priority to my emotional and IQ issues?
Ahhhh, never mind, anyway, in short, the **Knight is very important and cannot be diluted. I only need to know this. As for my feelings for her? Anyway, she...she doesn't exist and will never appear in front of me again. I don't need to think about this. I think about how to treat her. Isn't that the truth?
However, Knight Mipa's words disturbed my heart for no reason, leaving me confused all night. I was still very unhappy. Moreover, this guy dared to issue a challenge to Knight ** and me. He clearly did not treat the two of us. In the eyes of fetters, this hatred is tolerable, but what is unbearable! I can't just act like nothing happened.
So after the banquet ended, I glanced at Knight Mipa in the distance, and then strode away alone.
After leaving the noisy and heat-filled banquet hall, a gust of cold and humid cold wind unique to the grassland blew and hit my face, which made me sober up. When I raised my head, I saw the blood-red full moon in the dark and clear sky. It seems particularly conspicuous.
I wonder if the camp in the first world is also so sunny. I wonder what Vilas and the others are doing? As I thought about it, my steps slowed down, as if I had forgotten my purpose. I walked on the deserted grassland path, lowering my head and thinking carefully.
Suddenly, I felt a slight breath and raised my head.
Appearing in the gorgeous blood-red full moon, Milasi's figure looked even more graceful and enchanting. She stood right in front of me, leaning straight on her side, looking up at the sky. The profile of her side silhouette against the blood moon was so perfect that it was unlike anything else. , is a fairy, a goddess.
She looked back and smiled softly. Her long, slightly curly chestnut hair was like the soft moonlight falling on her profile, making her beauty look hazy and mysterious like her blurry eyes soaked in water mist, just like the moonlight. The elf in the halo of color.
"You're running in front of me. Fortunately, I was worried that you wouldn't be able to understand that look." After a slight pause, I came back to my senses. After all, I often hold Sarah's face in my hands. Kissing in front of me, I have already developed a certain immunity to this kind of transcendent beauty.
"Of course, anyone can be incomprehensible in their hints. How can you be allowed to be incomprehensible in His Highness the Prince's hints?"
Turning around, Knight Mipa, carrying the power of beauty under the moon, took a few steps forward. His mature, charming, and unparalleled pretty face completely outshone the beauty of Blood Moon.
At the same time, as one of the top ten singers of the Elf tribe, she also has a smooth and smooth command of her voice. The tone of these words is soul-stirring and charming, as if there are countless hidden hints that make people imagine, which makes me feel great. Too much to take.
"Ahem, be serious. I didn't come to you specifically to say this." I coughed hard a few times and tried my best to put on a calm and solemn face, resolutely resisting the charm of Knight Mipa to the end.
"Your Highness, do you have something important to say to me?" Milasi gently curled a strand of chestnut hair with a smile, but her voice was finally no longer so wavy, and it felt as sweet as cotton candy. , soft, but with a sense of solemnity and seriousness.
"Well, of course, I have been troubled by your challenge letter for the entire banquet. How could I just give up? I am not boasting. I am known as the third stingy and stingy person in the Rogge camp. Recently, for some reason, I have been promoted to the third place. Two."
Although it is indeed not something worth boasting about.
"I didn't expect that my rude words would trouble His Highness for so long. Mira was deeply frightened." After hearing these words, Knight Mipa bowed gracefully, but those hazy and charming eyes with a smile, but There was no sign of panic at all. Obviously, she had no intention of giving in and told me that the challenge just now was just a joke.
This guy means business.
It’s better to be serious, isn’t that what I’m here for?
Taking a deep breath, I suddenly raised my hand and pointed at Knight Mipa: "Since you don't plan to withdraw the challenge, then don't blame me for being rude. Listen up, you Knight Mipa, you want to replace Sheryl, don't you? There are none, no windows, not even a chimney. If you don’t believe it, you can come and try it.”
He stared at me blankly for a while, and suddenly, Knight Mipa smiled. It was not the soft, sweet and elegant smile with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked in the past. He was hugging his belly and bending over, as if he was enduring pain. He burst out laughing, look at it, even tears came out of his eyes.
Hey, I said, is it really that funny? Why can't I find the slightest bit of laughter? Please don't ignore my serious attitude!
"Your Highness invited me here just to say this?" After a while, Knight Mipa gently wiped the corners of his eyes, his shoulders still shaking a little.
"Well, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"No, no, I just think His Highness is cute. Sometimes he just looks like His Majesty. No wonder you two have such a good relationship." Looking up, Knight Mipa blinked and said seriously.
"Can I take this as a compliment?"
"Please do this."
"Okay, but even if you praise me like this, it's useless unless you can give up."
With a gentle smile on her face, it seemed as if she would make a compromise at any time, but Milas said firmly every word: "This is impossible, Your Highness."
"Okay, whatever you want." I shrugged helplessly and was about to leave when I suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, I almost forgot the important reason why I specially asked you to come out to talk."
As I said that, the six crystal-clear diamond-shaped ice wings behind me slowly unfolded. Under the soft icy blue light, a blurry figure appeared beside me, from light to dark, and finally translucent.
"Is this... Lady Sheryl? She is a hundred times, a thousand times more beautiful than the one in the painting. Just seeing her like this, I can feel that I am still far behind her."
Looking at Sheryl who gently and tenderly held me in her arms behind me, Milas murmured in a daze.
That mature and beautiful smile with a touch of gentleness and playfulness, to Milas, seemed to be issuing a silent challenge, saying to the other party, "Little Wolf is my possession, even if you are my heir." Nor will it be allowed].
Even though she knew that the Sheryl that appeared in front of her was just an afterimage of the other party's power without any soul, Milas still felt tremendous pressure.
This is the strength of the first generation of the Twelve Knights, not only their powerful strength, but also their unparalleled charisma, which is simply not comparable to the current second generation of knights.
Leaving behind the pensive Knight Mipa, I went back refreshed. Hmm, it's your turn to be troubled this time. It's better to give up as soon as possible.
To my surprise, even though the banquet had ended long ago, everyone had not yet left. They were gathering together to chat, and of course, drinking was still indispensable.
Seeing Artoria drinking one cup after another with a smile on her face without changing her expression, while the others were already blushing, and she looked like a man who was in charge of everything, I was in awe of her.
"Fan, you're back." Sensing my appearance, Artoria immediately turned back with a questioning look: "How are you? Is everything going well with Mira?"
My king knows where my heart is, and he also hopes that Knight Mipa and I can get along well, but this time she will be disappointed.
"Sorry, it seems to have gone in a bad direction." I scratched my head and smiled bitterly.
"Really?" Dumao turned slightly, Arturia tilted her head and thought for a few seconds, then nodded lightly.
"It's no problem. Because he's a mortal, there must be no problem."
"..."
Although I am touched by this unreserved blind trust in me, but...
Are these words really not a subtle way of saying that I am a playboy and that as long as she is a beautiful woman, I will definitely be able to do it?
"Okay, we're leaving tomorrow. Let's all go back and get some sleep." Seeing that it was getting late, Raphael still took the overall situation into consideration and issued a departure notice.
"Really, when did Raphael become so disappointed? My little brother has just come back and is preparing to have a good chat." Sa Qili rubbed her eyes, yawned, and stretched out her flexible and slender waist that was not inferior to that of a young girl. Limbs, he complained.
A little drunk, she yelled at me and said hello, then walked towards the nearest Rafael's tent in a daze. It seemed that she wanted to stay at Rafael's house tonight. .
As for Tulakov and the others, although they were driven away by Raphael, they seemed to have not finished enjoying themselves. The figures walking away arm in arm, made it clear at a glance that they would definitely continue to fight against the thing in the cup after they returned.
After these people left, the lively banquet suddenly became deserted, leaving only me, Artoria, Caroline and Raphael.
"Then I'm going to sleep too." Yawning, I subconsciously took the tent out of the inventory.
"Hey, Xiao Wu, do you want to camp by yourself?" Raphael looked at me strangely.
"Otherwise, what else can you do? If you have a place, you can let me stay for one night."
"Of course there is a place. It would be no problem even if ten little Wus could stay there, but... isn't there a more suitable place?" Raphael's eyes looked even more strange.
I looked at her confused: "What's a more suitable place?"
Raphael didn't answer, but pointed directly to the side, and even looked in the direction, just in time to see Artoria's face hidden in the night, and slightly avoided my gaze.
"Aren't you and Alto...a couple? Don't you live together?"
After a few seconds of pause, I clapped my hands. A sudden realization.
By the way, it turns out there is this setting.
"Ahem, well... it won't have much impact, okay? We're leaving tomorrow." I pretended to cough a few times and kept glancing at my king.
"It's just sleeping together, it doesn't mean we have to do anything weird."
Raphael's words were shocking, and Arturia and I both started coughing.
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