Otome Shuraba: The villain heartthrob refuses to flirt

After hearing the answer outside the door, Eileen remembered that she had been in the corridor waiting for this guard to come.

Bastian made such a fuss that he almost forgot about the business.

Eileen said quickly: "Oh, come in."

The man who pushed the door in and saw the red-haired woman on the sofa knelt down in shock.

"This subordinate didn't know that the person in the room was the Imperial Preceptor. His words and actions just now were disrespectful. Please punish the Imperial Preceptor."

Is there anything disrespectful about this?

Is it possible that when everyone sees her, they have to kneel down and say respectfully, "Greetings to the moon of the empire"?

Hey, are you tired?

With a slight sigh, Eileen stood up and walked forward, helping the person up:

"This is in our national teacher's office, not outside, and you don't need to follow so many rules.

"And I, as a person, actually don't like people kneeling down to me at all times, so you can feel free to do whatever you want, I won't punish you."

The tall body that was lifted up leaned forward uncontrollably.

Mark wanted to get closer to Irene, but the clenched fists at his side reminded him not to be presumptuous.

Erin looked up at him and saw that he was tall, not much worse than Rodis.

His shoulders are broad and strong, and it seems that he is the result of regular training.

The helmet of the afternoon royal guard was removed, and his short brown hair was neat and tidy.

The bridge of the nose is high, the appearance is dignified, and it is quite eye-catching.

Everyone has a love for beauty. Seeing such a good-looking man, Irene rolled her eyes and said softly:

"Thank you for your hard work on this trip. What medicine did you bring?"

Mark, who was almost fainted by the woman's charming smile, was shocked when he heard the sound. He quickly reacted and replied:

“We brought everything, whether it’s for external use or internal use, it’s all the best.”

After saying that, the man took out two small bottles from his arms and handed them to Irene.

Eileen took it and looked at it, her eyebrows slightly raised in surprise and she said:

"Magic potions are complicated to make. The turbid the color, the more impurities there are. But your two bottles of potion are both clear and golden yellow."

After opening the cork and taking a quick sniff, Irene's eyes were even more surprised.

"The fragrance is fragrant. Not only is it high in purity, but the magic is also strong enough. Isn't this a potion from the palace medicine storehouse?"

The man's smile was as gentle and warm as the warm sun in winter.

"Well, the National Preceptor is very discerning, and this is indeed not the potion from the palace apothecary.

"Those medicines in the palace medicine store are for vulgar people like us, and are not worthy of the noble moon of the empire."

"Then where do you get these high-end potions?" Eileen couldn't help but ask.

Mark quickly explained, "These high-end magic potions are kept privately in my home. They are by no means unknown drugs obtained from the black market. The Imperial Preceptor can use them with confidence."

"At home? Your home is..."

Mark replied: "The Loel family, my father is Cassens Loel."

Raoel?

Erin frowned slightly and quickly recalled all the contents of "The Golden Stigmata".

"Oh, the weapons expert of the Eaton Empire, Count Kessens Loel."

Seeing Irene remembering her family, the excitement in Mark's eyes almost overflowed.

"It is an honor for my Loel family to be known by the National Master!"

Eileen pursed her lips and asked again: "But if you take out the treasures at home and give them to me, does your father know?"

Mark was slightly startled when he heard this, his expression flickered for a moment, and he nodded quickly,

"Of course my father knows that not only my father, but our entire Raoel family is willing to dedicate everything to our master!"

Even though she knew that what the man said was not flattery, Irene still felt very uncomfortable.

She looked away in embarrassment: "Since I have accepted such a valuable potion from your family, I should return the favor properly."

Erin walked to the cabinet, took out an exquisite gift box and handed it to Mark.

"Your father develops weapons, which are often in danger. This green crystal contains powerful power. Wearing it daily can strengthen your body.

"If you are in danger and your life is hurt, you can turn the danger into safety and prevent a fatal disaster."

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the green crystal in Irene's hand, his body stiffened and he was extremely shocked.

As the national advisor of the Eaton Empire, Eileen O'Lanley was one person inferior to ten thousand people.

She has received countless gifts from royal families and nobles.

If she finds it interesting, she will stay.If she finds it boring, she will throw it away.

But over the years, I have never heard of anyone receiving a return gift from the Imperial Master.

It is obviously the highest honor, and it is obviously a dignity that is hard to find.

But Mark felt that the green color in his palm was really dazzling.

"I also want a gift..."

The man's murmur was too quiet, and Eileen couldn't hear it clearly for a moment.

"Ah? What did you say?"

What did you say?

Oh my God!Are you crazy?

He actually asked for a gift from the Imperial Master!

The tall body knelt down slumped, Mark lowered his head, put one hand on his chest, and said in horror:

"This subordinate is so bold that he uttered such arrogant words to the Imperial Master. He deserves to be damned!

"If the Imperial Master wants to execute me on the spot now, my subordinates will never complain!"

Erin: “…………”

Looking at the man kneeling on the ground and trembling, Irene really felt that her head hurt.

The hierarchy of class in this fantasy world is really fierce, and people are at risk of death at every turn.

"Hey... I told you that I don't like others kneeling down all the time, why did you kneel down anyway.

"And I didn't mean to hurt you just now. I just didn't hear you clearly. You muttered something and I just wanted to ask you.

"But having said that, I just vaguely heard the words 'Me too'

"So...you are saying that you also want me to give you a gift?"

When Mark heard this, he raised his head suddenly and stared directly at the beautiful woman in front of him.

Eileen looked at his amber pupils with infinite surprise and smiled knowingly:

"It seems that I really want it, so why is it so difficult?"

Turning around with her slender waist swaying, Erin opened a cabinet again and took out the brocade box:

"It's true that I didn't think carefully. You were originally looking for a high-level potion, but I rewarded your father."

"Here, take it."

The red lips smiled and comforted: "This ruby ​​is for you.

“Although it’s not as powerful as your father’s green crystal, this one can increase the magic power of weapons.

"You can hang it on your sword. Even though you are not in the Royal Knights, you don't have to go out to fight for the country and fight on the battlefield.

"But as a royal guard, it is good to have a good sword that is handy."

The gentle corners of the lips, the smile on the eyebrows.

It was like the continuous drizzle falling on his heart in spring, itchy and soft, both intoxicating and sensational.

Mark stared at Erin with burning eyes, his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, and then again.

His back teeth were clenched tightly, and the man did not reach out to take the brocade box in Eileen's hand.

"Master Imperial Master, I don't want rubies!"

A trace of determination flashed across his pupils, and he immediately knelt down on his knees, touching the instep of his feet with piety.

"If you are really willing to reward me, let me be your male favorite!"