It couldn't have been avoided.
Anyway Aurora is a very ordinary Countess except for a little over-loving embroidery. If you run your horse to the next village, you'll be completely tired, and if you dance three times in a row, you'll be the owner of strength and strength. There's no way a maiden sitting still at dawn in embroidery can skilfully avoid an object that's gaining momentum and flying in.
Aurora glanced up at the sky with her mouth open by dumb.
That time, which should be only a few seconds, flows slowly as if even the magic of stopping time had been used. The silver blade, reflected in Aurora's fresh green eyes, was blinking, like a star at midday.
The sword falls straight. Probably over Aurora's head. Is it the sound of a blade ringing that sounds like a boom?
I can't even close my eyes.
"krtt!"
Short, sharp, strange sound. The moment it sounded, something blew the sword.
"Nah..."
"Miss Porta!!
A silver shadow casts across from Aurora with her buttocks, like a thread cut off by the sound of Gashan ringing. If you look up flat, there are two blue stars. Titty, blink and focus loosely. Felix il les clavis.
"Are you all right?!
"Yes, sir."
In response to whining, Aurora exhaled deeply. Blood turns around like a rapid flow to the skin that was getting cold. I got so hot, my eyesight happened, and when it fitted, my head finally got back in rotation.
"Any pain? Are you hurt?
"... Oh, I'm surprised,"
A slow glance leads to a sword on dry ground a little further away and, for some reason, ice cubes falling. What flew in and changed the orbit of the sword is apparently this. Speaking of which, I feel like Felix said he was good at the magic of ice attributes, Aurora recalls. It seems to be his magic that he played the cutting-edge of his sword in a daze.
- With such a short sound, I didn't know this kind of magic could be played out: boulders, excellent magic knights.
"Why did you come down from the gallery?"
Grabbed by Gatsun and both arms, Aurora black-and-white her eyes and returned from a world of thought filled with reality escape.
If you look at the fearful front, Felix stares at Aurora, distorting her beauty at the top of her grumpy mood and kneeling on the dry earth. There is only a blue sky in sight comfortably clear with a young man, and the distance between his eyes is less than three minutes for his bush. Close.
I don't know if I've been touched this close since that night club. Still a blurry and paralyzed head, Aurora thought.
Serious, sturdy, and understated, this knight doesn't touch her that easily. He is a fiancée who is clean and righteous.
I didn't know such an attitude would blow up. This was such a big deal. One wrong step, he was badly injured, on the contrary, he could have been dead. Suddenly my spine got cold, Aurora. One shuddered.
"If you come near me, you won't know it's dangerous."
As a teacher at the cadet school reprimanding the freshman, Aurora stared still into his eyes as he stared sharply in his bitter voice.
Is the thin purple claw swinging behind the blue eyes anger or anger? Is it the aftermath of the battle or the intense height with the reddish white skin on the edge? What they shape is such a terrible, grumpy look that a toddler is likely to cry out.
Felix today has been somewhat grumpy ever since we got here. But now, he looks so clearly and in a bad mood that he can't compare to it. Um, if a dolled, neat, beautiful face can be so distorted, even the admiration comes to me that he's still a child of man, too.
But when I saw the red muscle carved on its cheek, seeping through the blood, she breathed small as she had returned to me.
"Miss Porta?
Felix, who yelled low at Aurora for haste with no response but a sigh, deepens the wrinkles between her brows.
If I look so scared, I wonder if the ladies who admire you will be surprised. When you're awesome with a beautiful face, it's not scary.
With all due respect, Aurora took the new handkerchief out of her dress stash. It has a bright white linen and blue thread, stabbing the design of the traditional Oriental "guardian". As a thank you for today's guidance, I was going to give it to Felix.
With a smile in her eyes as to who was really going to be okay, Aurora reached out to hold the handkerchief. The bluish, purple, starry eyes at the beginning of the evening puffy, shaking the short silver lashes. When Aurora's hand touched her cheek, the young man shivered faintly as if he had been paralyzed and opened his eyes slightly.
"hey..."
"Because, you said,"
Squeeze and push the handkerchief hard against your cheek. Red stained the white and stainless beautiful linen. Deepening his grin on Pickin and his rigid fiancée, Aurora lets him whisper.
"Because Master Clavis has been bled."
With a little more force, he breathed if pressed to stop the bleeding.
"I was worried, I came down unexpectedly."
All I can do is worry about you.
The word swallows and Aurora unwraps her smile. Gew, with force, Felix's eyebrows were slightly distorted. Though shallow wounds, there will be pain.
Gently, that's what makes it tickle. Carefully and carefully. A handkerchief strokes the smooth skin of only a few tanned men. Hold it down slowly, like when you take water out of your wet hair.
"If you want to keep me in a safe zone, don't make me worry."
He is a strange, ironless man, clean to the point where he doesn't need to be. You said you were born as a man of a powerful clan, but if someone doesn't care, you must lose a lot of your life.
If you are a fiancé, albeit tentatively, there should be no unnatural cares and worries. Even though it is limited in time, it is already windy for women, so it can be an even more "interpersonal" breakwater.
Don't you say that the man of the house with the title must also have a spirit of service? It is an expansion of the scope of philanthropy.
Aurora made Felix smile. It's not an unobstructed grin for social use or a full grin directed at someone close to you, it's an awesome grin the knight has against his enemies.
Felix glanced lightly, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows slipped away as if they were stubborn. Above the cheekbone, slightly more red.
"Wash it and it will heal"
"Treat it properly. Besides, that's an injury you don't have to bear, right? Don't you?"
The second half lurked his voice and Aurora glanced at the root of her eyebrows to gaze at the view that seemed over Felix's shoulder.
Picking up the sword rolling next to the melted ice, Felix's back is stuck, the blonde-haired man notices Aurora's gaze and smiles filled with hostility. The only smile I can see beside you is just a colored man.
- I'm a man who doesn't care.
"Don't worry about it. Promise me?
Pei.
Over gloves, slapping cheeks like a play, to show off to a good, grinning man. I tried to let go of my hand with an angry gesture, and they held my fingertips lightly.
"... let's do something good"
Sooner than returning to me, my voice arrives. If I looked back surprised, my purple-flavored blue eyes narrowed and I was looking at Aurora.
Aurora, suddenly uncomfortable with her belly bottom, waves away. Felix let go of his hand, making it easier for him to hold back.
A strange silence fell, when Aurora glanced at her face.
Bread, bread.
A cedar hand ripped through the space echoed.
"You're going to get laid pretty brilliantly on your ass,"
The air moves out, as if released from the curse. When Felix and Aurora turned to me, a dark-haired man smiled and looked toward me. His eyes are deep purple as purple balls. It is an unlikely 'supreme purple' in the eyes of man.
The man smiles furiously at Aurora, who glanced at her surprise.
"- Master Aerik?
"Hey, it's been a while. Lady of Porta."
You remembered very well.
It was a man who, that day, came to peek into Aurora's face, calling himself a court magician.