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

"Do you have any plans afterwards?"

"After grabbing the pass, I'm going to go to Freeport to take a boat. Then go to Bleusis."

"Hmm... Does Beluchis have anything to care about?"

"Yes. I have some personal grievances with the Archbishop of Belluccis."

"Private grievances—"

The elongated tail ends in the sound of wood cracking. No, it should be the sound of wood cracking.

Sitting beside the pile of firewood, I stood up expressionlessly, walked to the side of the exploded firewood, bent over and picked it up. Then he turned his head and turned around, looking blankly to pick up the other half that was more than a hundred meters apart.

The red coat was removed and hung loosely around his waist. The thin black underclothes wrapped the man's strong muscles, winding out dreamlike lines, and the housewives holding the laundry tub all stopped to marvel at it. What's more, Ace has a very refreshing face.

Then after a long time of hacking firewood to accumulate goodwill, there are still people who boldly suggest whether they can touch it.

"no!"

My face was black and I patted the hand that stretched out to Ace's chest muscles. Provoked the young and strong Cuntou villager to sigh.

"Don't be so stingy, Gardrich!"

"...This is not a petty question."

I looked at him with hollow eyes without sadness and joy, "It's just disgusting. You know what. Please don't do this kind of thing that makes me lose my sanity."

As if seeing something indescribable. The little brother Cuntou shook violently for a while, and left angrily.

Warm applause and cheers exploded from behind. I was stunned and turned my head. Silently found that the villagers formed a circle around the red orange bonfire, and they were making noises very lively.

The red figure is very conspicuous in the center of the crowd. Ace, who was covered with children on his body, smiled very heartily. Easily lifted a booing child, and then threw him away.

The immature and harsh screams violently tore through the star-filled sky. Then he was firmly caught by a pair of black gloved hands and placed on the ground.

I was frightened by the harmonious and lively scene before me. Until the thirst for survival separated a gap in the crowd, Ace walked towards me, awakening me when everyone's eyes fell on me.

"Wait--!"

"It's fun. Gadrich."

The words of rejection stopped abruptly when they were suddenly lifted by the man. The tight body made me have to look squarely at those smiling red eyes. Then, without giving me time to react, the next moment I broke free from the gravity of the planet and rose into the air.

"Wow!!!"

"Ha ha!"

After a short pause at the highest point, the body fell under gravity. In a trance, I felt Ace's arm wrapped around my waist.

Then the next moment I was clasped with one hand on his shoulder.

After the last fight before dying, I hung on Ace's shoulder, motionless. I don't know anything about what happened after that, I just knew I wanted to vomit.

"Take it up. It's a big deal, I'll take care of you myself afterwards."

I didn't want to throw up all of a sudden.

The unnamed village illuminated by the fire is very lively tonight. In a trance, I felt like I was being pushed around by many people. The hand of the housewife covered with rough calluses touched my shoulder for a while and squeezed my arm for a while, saying things like "Teacher Gadriche, you have to eat more" and "Big **** makes it easier to have children."

As for Ace.

The red figure was unexpectedly very popular with everyone. Whether it is a child, an old man, a woman or a man. A bonfire with a thunderbolt of sparks shining on those same red eyes--

very beautiful.

I was taken aback by my own thoughts.

The night quickly deepened. The tired children slept on the ground one by one. Just like those drunk men.

The aunts who are accustomed to labor grab the children with one hand and the husband's collar with the other hand, drag them back into the house. Without the slightest anger, their fine-lined faces even showed unfulfilled meaning. After all, this backward village hasn't brought any vitality from outsiders for a long time.

During the period, I asked if the village chief had an official name. After asking two or three young people, he told me no. Out of selfishness and a little bit of evil taste, I suggest that the village head officially name the village——

Novice Village.

"What are you writing?"

"nothing!"

The heavy book was closed with a snap. An extremely thin photo flew out and fluttered to the ground.

I did not hesitate to bend over to pick it up. I felt a gust of wind blur my eyes, and when I opened my eyes again, the photo had fallen into Ace's hands.

"..."

Silence and silence condensed in the dark eyes. The shame of the girl's romance that was written in junior high school falling into the hands of a mortal enemy made me wonder **** Ace.

The black gloved right hand held one side of the photo, quietly flipping through it. The red eyes were drooping down, looking a little bored.

Then Ace spoke.

"Hey—I didn't expect you to shoot me secretly."

"..."

"If King Arthur knew about this, what would he look like—"

"Please be a man!"

I wanted to cry without tears and stood up to grab the photo in Ace's hands, but unexpectedly I snatched it. Ace, who was wearing legendary equipment all over LV99, looked at me with his head sideways, with a plain expression.

The night wind is blowing the campfire. The crackling sound of the wood bursting faintly. The square lined with stone benches was empty except for me and Ace who volunteered to watch the night.

"... At that time your expression simply subverted my understanding of you. So I took it down."

Clip the photo back into the diary. I held the diary with one hand and shook it towards Ace, but my eyes were afraid to look at him. "It's not so much a diary as a notebook for my travels. I want to record everything I saw and heard along the way."

"What do you think of me?"

"..."

As expected of Ace. I completely ignored the second half of my change of topic, and just listened to what I cared about-can't you be a little curious about the dream of my runaway princess? ?

I put my notebook back into the bag I carried with me expressionlessly. Said with a great pronunciation without ups and downs.

"Poor popularity. So far, none of the people I know don't want you to get into the soil sooner."

"Puff—hahaha!!"

The hearty laughter echoed in the empty square for an instant. It seems that the sleep quality of these villagers is really good. No one will be awakened by him.

"So when I saw you get along so harmoniously with the villagers, I was surprised."

"That's because they don't understand the real me."

The self-deprecating words were uttered like a sigh. After hesitating for a moment. I plucked up the courage, turned my head, and looked directly at him with my incomparably sincere (confessed) and serious (confessed) eyes.

"no."

"After today, I can say with certainty. No one will resent the world for no reason."

Your essence is definitely not like this.

The words of incomparable affirmation flowed from the mouth. The comfort of pretending to be arrogant was passed on to the man in front of him.

It should not be said. Whether it is in accordance with common sense or my cautious character.

But I can't leave him alone.

"You have become bolder, Gadriche."

"But you are right. I can't actually hurt you at all."

Ace threw out a piece of wood. The wood with a smooth cut surface fell into the fire and burned quickly.

Along the way. The actual killing intent was never a mockery of intimidation. It's just because he can't do it.

because.

"Same as Adam. I was born for you too."

"The original script should be like this? The beautiful young man was rescued by the girl princess. Then she became her powerful and loyal knight."

As Ace spoke, he took off the glove on his right hand.

Even though I had seen it before, my breathing still stagnated for a moment. The look of his right hand, which has been hidden under the black glove, is terrifying. The swollen and dense scars were like long dark red worms entangled together, replacing his flesh and blood, gnawing at his hand bones. He lightly tapped his cheek with his index finger and stroked it lightly. In the light of the fire. I even found that there was no nail on that finger.

"handsome or not?"

"...Handsome." He resisted the antagonistic psychology. I answered truthfully.

"The goddess personally ‘made’ it for you."

The hearty voice deliberately emphasized the word "do", which scared me out of reply.

Because I didn't understand what was wrong. Ace should mean--

That's not his face at all. This face was put on him by the goddess.

"Unfortunately you showed up too late."

Ace stood up, walked towards me, and finally stopped in front of me. The tall man squatted down and looked at me. I was shocked and embarrassed reflected in those red eyes.

"After a hundred years. The "princess" who I thought I would never see actually appeared in front of me. It was a destined encounter."

"Sure enough. After all, my life is just a... farce in the palm of God."

Ace's voice became lighter and softer, and she seemed to murmur at last. Those eyes looking at me were like dark red flames, swaying indefinitely.

Everyone who experienced that war died. except me.

It looked like hell. Makes me sure that there is absolutely no heaven in this world.

...

…………

………………

The vision returned to darkness. I felt something rough but hot covering my eyes.

That is Ace's right hand.

"I'm tired today. Go to sleep."

A low voice sounded close to his ears. It seems to be magical. I can't help but fall asleep.

the next morning.

There are tears on my face.

What comforts me a little is that although Ace's heart is already riddled with holes, there is still a little bit of conscience left. Instead of throwing me a young girl outside in the cold night, she moved to the house. Although this window—this wall should be rebuilt.

Without expression, I looked away from the hole that just let one pass through, and moved my body. By the way, my body bones have become tough after so many experiences, and I didn't even catch a cold.

The slightly worn wooden door was creaked open. I opened my mouth and yawned. Squinting his eyes slightly, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the bright morning light...

etc.

The originally hazy eyes became clear instantly after seeing the exaggerated ion scalding the back of his head. After staring silently for a while at the man in a Chinese suit with his back facing me, who was talking--

I quietly picked up a brick.

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After the text is locked, it is forbidden to comment. Although the desire to survive is so strong, it is not a bad thing...

[But it’s really shocking. People are not much more enthusiastic.]