Otome Shuraba: The villain heartthrob refuses to flirt

When Irene returned to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, the first moon was rising in the east and night had already fallen.

She opened the door, walked into the room, and saw that Caroly was still as sleepy as before.

Walking forward with gentle steps, Erin lowered her eyes and looked at the thin and lost-looking Kaloy, feeling pity in her heart.

Bastian is more beautiful than Tachie, Rodis is also more handsome than Tachie, only Kaloi is not as good as Tachie...

No wonder when I saw him before, I always felt that he was not so dazzling, elegant and holy.

It turns out that everything about Kaloy is an illusion summoned by magic, which forcibly covers up his dilapidated and emaciated body.

"Hey……"

Sighing softly, Erin hooked her slender fingers and traced Caroly's sunken cheeks.

"He was so handsome before, but now he is tortured as a human being or a ghost. It's really heartbreaking."

Pushing the soft light blue hair between her forehead, Irene's eyes gathered with love,

“Maybe the God of this world loves you too much, so he arranged for me to come here to save you.

"That's all. Now that I'm here, I will never let you suffer again. Just sleep peacefully."

Gently covering the silk brocade quilt in the hollow of Caroly's shoulders, Erin turned around and went out.

Erin, who closed the door and walked out of the room, had no idea that Caroly was already awake.

The moment he closed the door, he slowly opened his blue eyes.

And Erin didn't even see the dark look in Kaloy's eyes after hearing the words "Arrange me to come here to save you."

The moon is as bright as the day, and the silver glow is everywhere.

The goddess fountain in the courtyard has not stopped, and the clear water droplets carry the moonlight mist, shrouding everything in the Imperial Master's Mansion in crystal clear light.

Crystal street lamps made of magic stones light up the night, and the roses in the courtyard are reflected in their branches and leaves.

Irene stood by the arched carved window edge, looking out the window at the quiet and elegant scene, feeling very good.

"Tsk tsk! Putting aside the 18-ban plot, the environment here inherits the "Golden Stigmata", it's really beautiful.

"It is indeed a game I carefully crafted, and the aesthetic standards are really high, hahaha!"

At this moment, Erin, who was admiring the scenery, saw a dark figure at the end of the rose forest.

"Oh? Is it the guard I met this afternoon? He came quite quickly."

The moonlight slanted on him as he walked quickly. Even though there were crystal street lamps on both sides of the road, his face was not illuminated clearly.

Eileen squinted her purple eyes and sighed:

"It's so beautiful. That's what makes otome games good. No matter who it is, the drawings are very eye-catching."

But as the shadow gradually approached, Irene's half-closed eyes suddenly widened and she said in surprise:

"What...what's going on? This person is not the afternoon guard!"

Hearing a sound coming from the second floor, the man looked up.Next to the arched window with red roses covering the wall, I saw Irene's bright face.

The soles of his feet kicked hard on the rockery in the garden, and Shadow's tall figure drew an arc in the moonlight and climbed up the wall.

Blonde hair, golden eyes, male-female appearance.

Erin looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of her, her purple eyes full of surprise.

"My National Preceptor's Mansion has a barrier, Bastian, how did you get in?!"

"Humph."

With a cold snort, Bastian got down from the window sill and stood in front of Irene.

He spread his hand, revealing a purple-red gem, and said sarcastically:

"What? Your Majesty the Imperial Preceptor has a photographic memory and is extremely intelligent, yet you don't remember it? Isn't this the master key you gave me?"

"Master key?" Erin frowned in confusion, "Why should I give you this?"

The corner of his mouth twitched fiercely, and the young man's face turned red and blue. He gritted his teeth and said:

"...You, a wicked, shameless woman who has no regard for human ethics, dare to ask questions knowingly!"

Disregarding human ethics and being shameless?

Eileen, who didn't know why, felt bad after hearing these words.

With a sense of horror rushing straight to her head, Irene said sharply: "...Have you ever been forced to do something like that by me?"

"No! Impossible! You are only 17 years old! Is this game crazy? How can you be so bottomless!"

When Bastian heard this, Meiyan's face instantly turned red, and he cursed in shame and anger:

"Bah! You're dreaming! I never succumbed to your power!"

Her frightened expression froze for an instant, and Irene's eyes flashed with hope, "Really?"

"of course it's true!"

The young man shouted angrily: "Even if I die, I can't let you touch me!"

"call--"

After a long breath, Irene kept patting her chest.

"Ah...it scared me to death. It scared me to death. Just didn't touch it. I'm so lucky.

"Damn it, you don't even have it. If something really happens, how can I live with my conscience!"

Being stunned by Irene's abnormal expression, Bastian was very puzzled, but he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Just you? Do you still have a conscience?

"If you had a conscience, you wouldn't do those evil things to me, and you wouldn't persecute me!"

force?No way……

In "The Golden Stigma", Bastian Verona is the crown prince of the Eton Empire.

At most, Eileen O'Lanley was jealous of Bastian's beauty. She had ridiculed, belittled, or insulted him, but she never forced him to do anything.

Confused, Irene asked: "Why did I force you?"

"You and I……"

The boy's face turned red and he stammered "you and me" for a long time without uttering a complete sentence.

Erin looked at the blushing Bastian and felt helpless in her heart.

A child, really a child.

Like Wan Qinqin's younger brother Wan Yu'an, he is kind-hearted, sunny, arrogant and strong, and also loves to be coquettish and clingy.

It's not that this kind of little naughty dog ​​is bad, but I was too busy with my career at the time and really had no interest in taking care of my arrogant little brother.

Irene waved her hand and said: "That's all, I'm not interested in quarreling with you. Just tell me, why are you coming to me privately when you're not staying in the palace at night?"

"........."

Seeing the young man purse his lips and remain silent, Irene raised her eyebrows, "If you don't tell me, then I'll leave."

"........."

"You really don't want to tell me? Okay then." Irene shrugged and said indifferently: "Then you can do it yourself, I'm leaving."

Just as the woman turned to leave, a slender and beautiful hand grabbed her slender wrist.

Her purple eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared in Irene's eyes.

Bastian is indeed like Wan Yuan. As long as he shows that he doesn't care, he will become anxious.

Suppressing the smile in her heart, Irene tilted her head slightly and spoke indifferently:

"If you have anything to say, just say it. My patience is limited."

The tall body froze in vain, Bastian's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his golden eyes were colorless.

After a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he clenched his fists tightly, slowly knelt down towards Irene, and said hoarsely:

"Moon of the Empire, distinguished Master of the State, I beg you to let go of my uncle, Duke of Holland!"