The next morning. The medical room of the Northern Sky Knights.
Bedivere woke up and found a girl changing her bandage. Her delicate hands touched the werewolf boy's chest.
"Ah!" Bedivere was startled and almost jumped out of the hospital bed, but the girl immediately held him down with one hand.
"Don't move!" the girl stopped her. Her beautiful face had a different kind of beauty when she frowned, which was enough to charm all male creatures in the world.
"But------" Bedivere said with a blushing face. Now that his upper body was exposed, he was always a little embarrassed.
The girl smiled brightly, and her beautiful face became even more charming in this smile. The two faintly visible dimples rippled along with her fair and rosy complexion, which was enough to make any man in the world fascinated.
When she saw that Bediwell had finally calmed down, she smiled and said softly: "The wounded man is lying here obediently. I really don't understand why the wooden knight took you out of the medical room without authorization. You had to lie down again for this injury."
Yue. Look, isn’t the wound open?"
"Wood------?" Thinking that it was Arthur he was talking about, the werewolf boy couldn't help but feel funny. This description couldn't be more appropriate.
"I, my injury is no longer a problem, so--" Bediwell blushed. Even if the wound tore in his panic struggle just now, he didn't care so much. He deliberately pushed
The therapist's hand: "Uh... can you stay away from me?"
Unexpectedly, these words had the opposite effect. The therapist understood the werewolf boy's thoughts and smiled mischievously: "Are you shy? It's really a child. He's really cute. Could it be ------ I'm thinking
What obscene thing?"
"No, no, how could that happen?" Bedivere's face turned redder.
What a lovely girl, as beautiful as a doll. Her beautiful emerald eyes exuded an aura as unruly as a wild horse. Her slender fingers moved deftly, as if to tease the werewolf.
The body of a teenager.
Not good! If this happens again------
"Oh, my little furry little furry little furry little one is standing on end." The girl said with a teasing tone.
"I'm sorry..." Bedivere apologized softly. He wanted to find a hole and crawl into it right away.
"I have to treat hundreds of wounded soldiers of the Knights every day. You are not the first to do this, kid." The girl smiled slyly. She was used to this kind of thing. "Think of this as a pair of
It's a compliment to my charm. But if you continue to look at me lustfully,"
She held up the scissors used to remove the bandages: "You won't need this kind of [praise] in the future."
The werewolf boy felt an invisible pain in his lower body. He looked away in horror, "I know, I know, Miss. Yes, I'm sorry!"
The girl chuckled and then put down the scissors in her hand: "It's not [Miss], it's Greenville."
A voice added: "And she is the daughter of the leader of the Knights of the North. You must be impatient with life, you dare to take advantage of the daughter of the Knight of Heaven?"
Greenville turned around and saw that it was the knight Arthur. The knight's original coarse cloth clothes had been replaced by a silver light armor, and the white and silver snowflake medal reflected the cold light on his chest.
Sure enough, people are still judged by their clothes. Seeing Arthur like this, Greenville's view of the short, rude, stupid-looking young man from before suddenly changed. He may be somewhat handsome, although he is still a dwarf.
"I didn't know you had a sense of humor?" Greenville asked in order to cover up her shyness.
"Did I?" Arthur shrugged, looking like he was thinking seriously. He didn't figure out which part of what he said was humorous.
"Hmm hum hum hum ------" Greenville chuckled, the sound was like a silver bell. What really made her laugh was the innocent expression on the knight Arthur's face when he was thinking seriously.
When she smiled, there was a bit of fox-like cunning on her face - the same cunning as her father, the Grand Duke of Lyon Dickens. It can be said that like father, like daughter.
After chatting casually for a while, Greenville did not hesitate. She bowed and [invited] the knight master and servant out without any disrespect: "Take your servant back. Since you care so much about a little servant,
You should change his bandage yourself instead of letting him embarrass himself in front of the ladies."
"As you command, my dear madam." Arthur saluted half-seriously and pulled up one of Bedivere's arms (with half the bandage removed).
"I can walk by myself!" the werewolf boy protested, getting up from the bed.
He dismissed these artificial etiquette of humans. In his eyes, the man and woman were just flirting. Every word between them made the werewolf boy feel sick.
Bedivere had no idea that in Arthur's eyes, Greenville, who was as beautiful as a goddess, was just an ordinary mortal.
What Arthur saw was a dark and monotonous world:
There is no love and no excitement; no hope and no dreams.
The Silver Knight Arthur D. Kelton who doesn't know what [joy] is ------
------I will never understand the charm of goddesses.