Heroes of Silver Moon

"Cirillo, uh, forget it", subconsciously called Cirillo's name, but the presiding judge suddenly thought that Cirillo wanted to protect the Holy Son, so he looked at the other demon hunter knights.

"Aurelio, Pacheco, go and hunt down this cultist!" the presiding judge ordered to the two sharpshooters who came.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Judge." The two people who had just rushed over, before they had time to catch their breath, began to cast their magic spells again, and began to hunt down the escaped cultist.

"Okay, everyone, hurry up and deal with this place, and then go back!" The chief judge said angrily.

Those who came here during the holidays fought with the cultists, and then let them escape. The disgusting people are not so disgusting!

"Yes", everyone present nodded quickly. They were also full of complaints. If it weren't for this group of cultists, they should be enjoying the celebration now.

In the back garden of the palace, the dinner party was at its final stage. Simon sat slumped in a remote corner, his face full of sadness under the mask.

At the dance just now, he was brutally beaten by Irina, if not for his good physique, he probably wouldn't be able to survive until the end of the dance.

"Hey, are you still angry?" Erina was wearing a beautiful evening dress, holding two glasses of wine, and sat beside Simon.

Simon put his hands on the table and naturally moved a seat to the side.

"Hey, don't be so stingy!"

Arina also moved a seat with Simon, and pushed Simon a glass of wine, and then said, "Didn't I just step on your feet, punch you, and elbow you?"

"Hehe", facing Irina's understatement of appeasement, Simon could only be speechless.

Stepped on a few feet, punched a few times, and elbowed a few times! If his physique wasn't good enough, his soul might have ascended to heaven just now at the ball.

"Drink or not, we will still be good friends if we drink." Hearing Simon's two hehes, Irina was instantly unhappy.

I, the princess of the royal family, lowered my figure and apologized, what kind of attitude is this!

"Then what if I don't drink it?", hearing the displeasure in Irina's words, Simon replied angrily.

"Then I'm afraid the church will have to replace it with a new Holy Son tomorrow." Irina creaked her knuckles and looked at Simon with an unfriendly expression, implying that it would be a big deal.

"You, why are you like this!" Although he was frightened by Irina's threat, Simon still insisted.

He had never seen such an arrogant person. As a royal princess, he was like a gangster.

Although Irina couldn't really die with him, if he punched him a few more times, it would be enough for him.

And in this way, it will only be considered as "a fight between children" and will not affect the relationship between the church and the royal family.

As for wanting the church to give Simon a head start, it is even more impossible. How could the church offend the royal family that has cooperated for thousands of years because of "child fights".

"Okay, okay, can I drink it?" Simon, who was crying in his heart, helplessly picked up the wine glass that was pushed in front of him.

When he met this violent princess, what evil did he do in his previous life!

"Hey, that's not right!" Simon reacted suddenly, but he clearly remembered what happened in his previous life, and he didn't do anything wrong!

"So, it's just my bad luck?" When he thought of this, Simon's heart suddenly became more "sad".

Erina rested her head on her hand, watching Simon finish the wine she pushed past, and then smiled charmingly.

This holy son seems to be interesting~

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the Holy Son of the Moonlight Church to be frightened by a royal princess, but now Simon is actually "threatened" by her.

Is this Holy Son timid, or is this Holy Son unwilling to care about this matter?

Looking at the fox mask on Simon's face, Irina's eyes revealed more curiosity.

The next day, somewhere in the inner hall of the cathedral, under the soft call of the nun, Simon opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Ah~~", Simon rubbed his eyes, opened his big mouth, and yawned big.

The dinner held by the royal family lasted until very late. By the time they returned to the church, it was almost midnight.

Recalling yesterday, Irina who had been pestering him at the dinner party, Simon was speechless for a while, I just wanted to be a passerby quietly, she had to attract the eyes of the big guy

However, after Simon came back, he thought about it carefully and found that the violent princess Irina was actually quite interesting.

"Holy Son, do you want to go back to the Magic Academy?" After Simon washed up and had breakfast, Cirillo naturally appeared beside Simon.

"Ah! Is it finally possible to go back?" Simon was taken aback for a moment, and then let out a deep breath.

After staying in the cathedral for more than a month~www.wuxiaspot.com~ training sacrificial etiquette every day, he almost forgot that he was a student of a magic school.

"Hey, let's go back!", looking at the white and flawless marble walls of the cathedral, Simon said with some emotion.

I was forced to live here for more than a month, and I found that living here is pretty good.

Waking up every day, training, eating light food, listening to the prayers of the nuns, being carefree and free from desire, I feel like my soul has been sublimated.

"However, I still have to go back to reality. In the desolate Alpine Territory, the Hawke family is still waiting for me!", Simon felt tired when he thought of his parents in the Alpine Territory.

He wants to be a salted fish every day, but he really doesn't want to be burdened with other people's expectations.

Putting on his mage's robe and sitting in a carriage without any logo, Simon quietly returned to the academy.

And Cirillo, who was in charge of protecting him, disappeared immediately. Only when Simon was in danger, he would show his figure.

Came to the study of tutor Clifford, looking at the long-awaited door, Simon suppressed the emotion in his heart, and then gently knocked on the door.

After missing for a month suddenly, and returning to the academy again, Simon felt that it was better to say hello to his mentor first.

As for Guy, Mike, Harris and others, forget about them!

"Come in," Clifford's old-fashioned voice came from the study, and then Simon sorted out his image and pushed open the door of the study.

"Mentor, I'm back," Simon said guiltily, looking at Clifford sitting behind the desk.

He disappeared for a month without saying hello to his tutor. This is no longer simply absenteeism.