The moonlight is as bright as silver, shining on the floor.
The little prince stood coquettishly at the boundary between light and darkness. In the darkness, only the pointed chin of a girl was revealed, as well as the slender upper body and the hazy outline of the long dress; the silver-gray eyes like gems were in the darkness.
She was shiny and shy, with her hands stretched out and awkwardly grabbing the skirts on both sides.
Although it is just an outline in the dark, Brando is very satisfied.
Haruze hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked out. First, there was a pair of silver shoes tied with a bow, then the snowy silver hem of a lace dress, and then the petite upper body - dressed like a lady
The noble princess, with her long dress covered in silver and the huge bow on her chest revealing her slender collarbones and rounded shoulders like a little girl; her hair has also grown longer, and is tied into a bunch at the back of her head.
Each has a strand of curly silver hair hanging down, and the ponytail also has many fluffy silver curls, which looks very elegant.
The moonlight shone on his body, and his snow-white skin and silver attire reflected a faint glimmer of light, making him look like a holy mountain elf. Haruze stared at the ground, blushing to the root of his slender neck.
His ears twitched shyly, and he blinked his big eyes full of water vapor gently and slowly.
Brando was stunned for a moment.
In front of him, there was still the shy little prince Haruze, who was clearly the smaller Princess Griffin. No, Her Royal Highness the Princess did not have such a weak temperament. Such temperament perfectly complemented the little prince's women's clothing.
Brando never dreamed that he would see a gentle and quiet Princess Griffin.
He couldn't help coughing: "This...should I call you Prince Haruze, or Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
Although this proposal was made by him, he couldn't help but regret it at this time. Brando himself did not expect that Haruze would look like this after putting on women's clothing.
I hope there won't be any sequelae.
"Mr. Brando...Teacher, I will be really angry if you say that again." Haruze frowned and replied angrily. He looked around at his attire, and his face was still a little red. "This
, this is just a necessary choice to leave this dreamland, but not to give the teacher a chance to make fun of me——"
Brando was slightly startled. He didn't expect that he, a little student who was so shy, could actually say such a thing. Even on weekdays, the little prince rarely dared to talk back to him.
when.
For a moment, he almost thought he had an illusion. He couldn't help but stare at Haruze strangely.
The little prince lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "When attending a banquet, ladies cannot wear swords, right?"
Brando nodded.
"Then please help me put away the lion's teeth, teacher." Haruze handed his sword to Brando. Only then did Brando realize that his student seemed to have changed. He took the sword.
, put it into the dimensional cave, and asked softly: "Haruze, you look a bit like your sister now -"
"Well, I don't know why I think of my sister." The little prince blushed and nodded: "But the teacher is right, people can't always rely on others to live. I have to work hard to leave this dreamland.
OK. There are many, many people in Eruin who are suffering in this way and that. Compared to them, this is just a small difficulty."
Brando's eyes lit up slightly.
He actually didn't spend much words to convince Haruze before. He just told his student a possibility. Of course they can spend more time looking for the unfounded fiancée, but the dream of the lost person itself is a
In a world that is falling apart, every time you stay here, there will be more danger.
The Lost One may have had such considerations in letting Haruze enter this dream. Although I don’t know what its plan is, the tasks in the dream must be closely related to everyone who enters this dream.
It would not be the task of one person. So he told Haruze frankly about the dangers and risks, letting him choose by himself, and told him that he could bear the same risk with him.
In the end Haruze chose this simple method.
He originally thought it was just because of the little prince's weak compromise, but he didn't expect that this was what he was thinking.
Brando couldn't help but feel a little relieved. This little prince was blindly weak. It was almost disappointing, but he didn't expect that he would wake up one day. Although it made people laugh and cry, the future King of Eruin said that he was
How did it change my life? Could it be that it was caused by a piece of women's clothing?
However, although it is difficult to change the character for a while, as long as you have this understanding in your heart, you will at least gradually become stronger. In history, Haruze also had sex and married Elara as his wife, so in this world
, may not be able to become a real king.
All it takes is an opportunity.
Brando smiled: "You can say that, it's a bit surprising. But your sister will be very happy, at least you look like a qualified king now."
But will the king wear women's clothes? As a player, Brando will inevitably have some weird thoughts in his mind.
"That, that's because the teacher made me understand that I can fight and win with my own sword..." Haruze replied quietly: "Actually, I am very grateful. I don't know whether I am right or wrong to do this.
, but I think I should choose to face it first."
"Well said, it's so gratifying to have a student like you. Since you have such an idea, let's face this task together."
Brando stretched out his hand, "Actually, I have a vague feeling that this mission may have something to do with you, Haruze." He frowned slightly, thinking of Her Royal Highness the Princess in Menstros Castle, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart for a moment.
."How will history play out this time?"
"Is it related to me?"
Brando nodded: "I think Viscount Cardel had his own considerations in letting you dress up like this. Although everything in the dream is weird, there is no connection between things."
The little prince did not dare to refute, so he could only hum in a low voice.
Brando stretched out his hand and looked at him.
Haruze was stunned for a moment and looked at his teacher. Brando sighed, "Put your hand on me, you don't want people to think that Viscount Cardel is an uneducated and gentlemanly person, do you?"
"But, but..." The little prince was immediately dumbfounded.
"You are wearing gloves, what are you afraid of? Besides, this is just a dream. What on earth are you thinking about? Practice it first, so as not to betray you later." Brando stared at his students and said, this is not a lie. Go and do the task.
At that time, they also used to dress up as various people; the player even said a self-deprecating saying that actor's self-cultivation is an essential quality for every player.
Of course, especially for players like Nightingale.
It is also common for men to dress up as women and women to dress up as men.
The little prince responded and put his hand on Brando's hand. Brando was no different. He had fully entered the task state. He carefully inspected His Royal Highness's attire and then asked: "
Do you know what a noble lady from the upper class looks like?"
"Hmm... I probably know a little bit about it."
"Take a few steps and show me."
Haruze blushed and took two steps shyly. But Brando immediately shouted: "Stop-" Haruze raised his head and looked at him in confusion, and Brando couldn't help but shook his head.
: "Forget it, you should just walk like you normally do now. In fact, you originally looked more like a girl..."
The little prince was stunned for a moment, then stared at his teacher with gritted teeth.
It’s just that Brando didn’t pay attention at all. His mind had already flown to the palace in the royal city. In the previous life, Prince Haruze should also be at this banquet. What exactly did he witness? Brando vaguely felt that his
Memory, the memory of the little prince, and the memory of Kader have been entangled together, and there must be a potential knot in it.
But to solve this mystery, we probably have to go to the center of that incident.
So after practicing for a while in the 'Saint Maiden's Clothing Shop', Brando took the little prince out directly. Because he was in a dream. He directly copied Viscount Cardel's carriage and mounted four snow-white horses.
The war horses went straight to the center of the royal city.
The carriage passed through the main road of the royal city, Eruin's former capital, and every street and alley of Menstros seemed so familiar to Brando's eyes at this moment. It seemed that as the memory deepened, everything that had become blurred in the past was becoming more and more familiar.
Gradually it becomes clear again.
This process is like searching for the memory of Viscount Cardel while also repairing his own memory. Brando looked at the familiar shops, fountains, and squares. This route was just like the one he went to with his senior sister that day.
As we walked through that street during the banquet, the details that had been hazy gradually became clear.
It's like stepping back into that period of history.
Brando's breathing gradually became faster. He frowned, looking at the lights in the night, and his mood was as if he had returned to Eruin's day. The Valkyrie had died in the battle, and the entire kingdom was shrouded in sadness.
But the nobles were still indulged in the sensuality, and the bustling palaces and brilliant lights seemed to be the last elegy of the kingdom.
The light turned into a sea of fire in Brando's eyes.
"Teacher?" Haruze turned around and noticed that something was wrong with Brando's expression.
Only then did Brando come back to his senses. He shook his head at his student - to be honest, the little prince looked like a smaller princess now. He hesitated and said: "Haru
Ze, you may see some scenes you can’t imagine later.”
"Is it because we are in a dream?"
"Roughly the same--"
"But no matter what happens, you can't be impulsive. The dream itself is a weird but logical world. Its logic is closely linked to memory, and there is no point in changing the dream - our task is to make up for the pain in Viscount Cardel's heart.
Regret." Brando paused: "Do you understand?"
When he said this, it was better to say that he was reminding himself. Of course he understood what happened at the banquet, but he knew that he had to restrain his emotions.
Because this is a dream, a world of memories.
Haruze nodded in understanding.
At this time the carriage finally stopped.
Brando opened the car door. But at that moment, his hand froze, and he stared blankly at the person standing outside the car door, as if he had seen a terrible nightmare.
Nymesis - no, or rather a woman who looked exactly like the female knight stood under the carriage, looked at him, compared the paper in her hand, then raised her head and smiled:
"Viscount Caddell, right?"
Brando only felt like a huge wave had set off in his heart... There was something wrong today, that's all. I'll just treat the rest as owed, but it won't necessarily be made up soon. My current limit is basically 10,000 a day.
.If you have inspiration, please add it.
In addition, I saw the book review from the Taiwan branch yesterday, which really made me feel a little embarrassed. In fact, I didn’t mean to stop updating it and then stopped hearing from it. How can I put it... ==, I always feel embarrassed to ask for leave all the time, so I just avoid seeing people.
Okay! I will pay attention to it in the future.)
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