Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

When I first woke up in the morning, I didn't know why, but my mouth hurt badly.

Originally, Airlie rarely looked in the mirror.

There is no such thing as a mirror in his room, because it is usually not used.

But when he woke up this morning, his eyes widened and he was in a daze for a long time, then he got up with a grunt, caught a small mirror flying from the side, and quickly took a picture——

terrible……

It's like the grilled squid I ate last night-the thick layer of chili powder on it is still exerting terrible power until now.

The pain that can be felt at the slightest touch is second. The lip color is still bright red, as if it has been painted with a paint that does not match the skin that is too fair, and it looks particularly abrupt.

"It seems... I'm really not suitable for eating spicy food."

After observing for a long time with great research spirit, Ellie finally came to a conclusion, and said with great entanglement: "But, it has been so long, it shouldn't be."

"Humph."

It means affirmation, or just a perfunctory statement that he heard the breath coming from behind, without any emotion involved.

Holding the mirror in his hands, Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, both of his feet were on the ground.And not far behind him, on the other side of this luxurious big bed with gold silk curtains hanging on both sides, lay another man.

The fair-haired virtuous king lay there on his side, with the quilt lightly covering his waist.

He held his head with his right hand, his expression was calm as if the waves were not disturbed, his eyes lowered, and fell on the pages of the thick book that was occasionally turned by his left hand.

That's right, from the moment when the ball that had been huddled under the blanket suddenly woke up and jumped up, to throwing the mirror over, and then to the ball that looked at the mirror for a long time with suspicion, this very qualitative Wang didn't look him in the eye.

Airlie: "..."

Quietly pinching the mattress, which was softer and more comfortable than his bed, the heroic spirit who really cared a little bit about his appearance gave up the entanglement and turned his head away.

"Jill." He asked earnestly, "Could it be that I slept with you all night yesterday?"

"Humph."

Wang echoed again with neither haste nor slowness, neither light nor heavy, his expression remained unchanged, his gaze was a little light but he seemed to be extremely focused.

Airlie persisted: "Jill, Jill, Jill... Jill?"

after awhile.

Wang: "It's still self-knowledge, very good."

The seemingly heavy brick book was slammed shut by external force, and regardless of the crisp sound, Wang also propped himself up and sat cross-legged on the bed.

"You're so drunk, you smell like a mess, and you have to let me carry you back in person."

Ellie held her breath and listened to it halfway, when suddenly her heart trembled.

Gilgamesh's tone was also normal, and he couldn't hear any anger, but Airlie remembered a very important thing:

During the decades when he was with the king who was alive, he found very clearly that the king was very picky about the people who slept next to him. Even if they shared the same bed, almost no one could stay on the king's couch until dawn.

It seemed that there were many nights when Wang slept alone, and the faint moonlight came from the outside, quietly pouring on the bed that was not illuminated by candlelight.

Ellie, still a formless armor, guarded in the shadows piled up in the corner of the wall. Unless he heard the king's call, otherwise, he would stay here silently this night.

This time is an exception—that is the last time of Wang's life.

For the first time before being called, Airlie stepped forward of his own volition, and knelt by the King's couch.

Hmm... Exceptions are just exceptions. Today, many years later, even if his identity has changed, in his subconscious mind, "sleeping with the king" has already touched the bottom line of the king.

What's more, now I have to add-"I slept with the king all night when I was so drunk that I was stunned and smelled of alcohol."

"Feel sorry……"

Ellie's heart tightened, and just as he was about to apologize reflexively, Gilgamesh looked up, but interrupted him first.

"That's all, it's not unbearable." The blond man pressed his hand on the soft bed beside him, and finally there was a smile on his face: "The key is——you, How bold."

"Occupied my bed, rolled away the quilt without any scruples, and pushed the owner who was supposed to be lying in the middle of the bed to the very edge... What else can I use to quibble, tell me, let me just listen on."

Ellie: "..."

It can be seen from Yingling's pupil shrinking and being completely speechless at this moment that he was really shocked.

--What?Is my sleeping posture that bad?No, no, the point is not this, but... Now that I have made up my mind not to eat spicy food, it seems that I have to add a new rule.

——Probably, no, no more drinking.

It's okay to stop eating spicy food, I don't feel much reluctance in my heart, but when I think about not being able to drink anymore, the sudden stabbing pain in the center of my chest is definitely not fake, it really hurts my heart.

Among them, it is not only the grief caused by "determined not to drink anymore", but more, it is immediately associated with thinking: once this incident happens today, it is very likely that Jill will never drink again. The fine wine he had kept in his treasury was brought out.

Ah, even if his emotions are as indifferent as Ellie's, he can't help feeling inexplicably sad when he thinks of this.

"……I was wrong."

Honestly admitting mistakes is one of his few strengths.

Ellie bowed her head remorsefully: "So, what should I do to get your forgiveness?"

"Yes, what needs to be done to get my forgiveness." Gilgamesh repeated, looking at the slight sorrow that appeared in the brows of Heroic Spirit, but raised his hand, and patted his side again.

Airlie: "?"

Gilgamesh: "Come here."

Ellie bowed her head in greeting and moved inside.

Gilgamesh frowned and completed the words: "Come where I point."

"...Well, good."

Ellie came over as promised.

The soles of the feet that were not covered by any silk left the ground, and stepped on the bed that would sink quite a bit with a little effort.He stepped forward a few steps and came to Gilgamesh's side.

Then, without knowing why, he sat down again.

The bathrobe he wore for a day yesterday has not been changed yet. He thought about it, and felt that it was a bit wrong to spread his legs, so he gathered the hem of the clothes at the back and straightened his legs—the one who kept it was just such a restrained one. pose.

As a result, just as he stretched his legs, a force of gravity fell on his thighs.

"..."

Ellie's expression moved slightly. Although he felt a little uncomfortable because he was not used to it at first, he didn't say anything, let alone showed any resistance. He just quietly straightened his back even more.

Gilgamesh replaced the pillow with the legs of the Heroic Spirit, adjusted his posture slightly, and the height was just right.

He picked up the book that had been left unused for a while, and flipped through it leisurely.

"Then, that's all right?"

From Ellie's angle of looking down, he could just see Wang Wei's solemn and handsome face covered with drooping eyelids. After a pause, he asked.

"Alright." Gilgamesh commented.

"Okay, the pillow is not allowed to talk, just sit quietly until the work can be offset."

Airlie said obediently, "Then I won't speak."

After the voice fell, he really did not speak again as he said.

So far, Gilgamesh has not spoken.

The rustling of the pages of the book was interspersed and unnoticed.In fact, even the king himself——his attention was not completely focused on the things in his hands.

If you tilt your eyes, you can have a panoramic view of the face of the "pillow".

If it wasn't for the fact that the body was still soft and warm, and the distant blue eyes were still shining with a faint soft light, the beautiful heroic spirit would have turned into a statue made by gods.

……really.

Whenever you look at it, you will feel a desire to "touch" and "get".

【...His fingertips first touched Heroic Spirit's blue hair hanging in front of his white neck...】

Gilgamesh raised his hand and hooked the long hair that perfectly matched the memory of that time.

[With this strand of hair going up, his hand finally landed on Heroic Spirit's face...]

Feeling the tugging in his hair, Heroic Spirit slightly broke the promise of absolute silence and looked over suspiciously.

At this moment, Gilgamesh touched the delicate skin on Airlie's face as he wished.

It is no longer the skinny fingers that protruded tremblingly that day, symbolizing aging and death. Wang, who has regained his youthful appearance, can't help but sigh in a thousand ways.

This scene has too many overlaps and similarities with the last scene Gilgamesh experienced during his lifetime.

The only change, perhaps, is that I changed my mind after the passage of time, and finally clarified the real pursuit.

——I want to put him in the treasure house and store him forever.

This is "at that time", the only thought in my heart.

Understood.

Then there is no need to hesitate, let alone cover up.

"—Airlie."

"Ok?"

Hearing the call suddenly, Ellie, who was slightly distracted, immediately withdrew his thoughts, and answered as he did in the past.

However, what surprised him was that Wang's eyes, when he met again this time, were surprisingly different from the previous moment.

"let it go."

He exerted all his strength, and the hair that was still lingering and rubbing under his fingertips instantly became a great pressure, which made Ellie, who was still dazed, take a breath of cool air, and at the same time, he was forced to lower his head.

"... Jill?"

For some reason, Ellie suddenly felt a little flustered.

It's not like he hasn't looked at Gilgamesh so close before, but the forced closer distance at this moment is different from any feeling he's had in the past.

As if there was an extremely hot light flashing from the depths of his red eyes, he regarded the person he locked his eyes on as an inevitable one, leaving no room for turning around.

"All the people and things in the past timeline, as the king who controls you and occupies you, everything and everything can give you pampering."

"But, in return."

You have to let go of your "past", from now on, only my figure can be engraved in your eyes, and there will be no other people around you.Those waste products left on you intending to shout at me should also be cleared away.

You are my thing, I will monopolize you, and you can no longer look at others.

"...Wait a minute, Jill, are you talking about..."

really.

When the first sentence was uttered, the blue heroic spirit was still stunned, but later, vague uneasiness emerged, and immediately spread with the change of voice.

He still doesn't understand what Gilgamesh means.Although he may have noticed that the atmosphere is not right, or simply had a premonition: Next, Jill will say something that surprised him.

Even if there is no consciousness of "interrupting this topic" or "running away", even if, until now, don't say "love", emotions of a higher degree than simple happiness and sadness have not been clearly defined in his heart...

What Gilgamesh wants to do at this time is to break that "barrier" mercilessly.

No matter what class or form he comes into the world, the essence of the hero king Gilgamesh will not change in any way.

then……

then.

Restrict your actions, he must let him know, so that he can only hear this passage clearly - you are my thing, I will monopolize you, you can no longer look at others, if you disobey, you can even be imprisoned .

"——Then, voluntarily come to this king's side, and become the princess who enjoys this king's supreme favor."

……

……

"... Tsk, did you escape?"

"Forget it. Although it is still not satisfactory, the original goal has been achieved."

*****

After releasing the entity and instantly moving to a place far away from Gilgamesh's bedroom, Airlie thought belatedly, why did he run away?

Yes.

Why is the first reaction that comes to mind, is to get out of there quickly?

He didn't know why he was stimulated, so he ran straight to the hillside where Uchiha Madara usually practiced ninjutsu.There is some pleasant breeze blowing on people's faces here, which can relieve some sudden and inexplicable anxiety a little.

Airlie simply sat down at the top of the hill.

He worked hard, trying to recall—and analyze the previous scene with the most serious and rigorous attitude.

Jill, suddenly said something that he couldn't understand.

It's not that...the literal meaning is obscure, of course he can understand the superficial meaning of those words.What is incomprehensible is why Jill said these words, and when he said such words, what... was he thinking in his heart?

——Let go of the past, voluntarily walk to his side, and become...

Ellie put her hands on her knees.Showing his figure here, he naturally changed out of his bathrobe and resumed his normal attire surrounded by armor.

Although his eyes were fixed on the seemingly evergreen grass below, he was obviously not in the mood to appreciate this fairly beautiful scenery.

Like, very inadvertently remembered.

To be his concubine—the same thing has been said, and the word "concubine" has been repeated over and over again.

I really remembered it subconsciously. I struggled here for a long time, but I still couldn't figure out the reason.

What does this term mean?Subordination, possession, or a sign thereby stamped on the endless ages henceforth?

Although the lines are not exactly the same, many of the countless masters he has said to him have the same meaning.

Craving for his gaze.

Looking forward to his nostalgia.

Then, the black hole in his heart expanded, greedily asking him to stay forever.

As long as it is a request within his ability, Ellie will agree to it all.Accompanying the human master to the last moment of life, after the greedy and reluctant eyes dissipated, he returned to the throne of heroes.

He never felt that there was anything wrong with doing this, because——he just firmly believed in his responsibilities. From the perspective of the master, his lifelong companionship, no matter what he experienced, would end with death and return, which would never follow.

He has always thought this way and did the same, but the situation changed when he was completely ignorant.

The former masters have also become heroic spirits, their existence is immortal, as long as they wait, there will be a reunion.And at that time, they will take out the promise that Ellie once promised.

It was still the same words, but Ellie vaguely felt that the meaning was quite different.

Short company can not satisfy them.

Desiring more, expecting more, greed is still endless - what they want seems to be the "thing" that the body in the Hall of Valor has never given.

Jill's situation was even more different.

But, where is the difference...

Unable to speak.

The strange feeling of discomfort hit him again, making him at a loss like never before, and even more indescribable trembling came from the depths of his soul.

"..."

Unconsciously, the fingertips caught the chain wrapped around the palm of his right hand, and the coldness he touched immediately passed to his heart, making Ellie's mind slightly condensed.

He stared at the gold chain that was no longer concealed for a while, then suddenly shook his wrist.

The crisp sound of the chains colliding together was quite pleasant, and after listening to it for a long time, it was like a familiar voice whispering in the ear.

Airlie suddenly felt that he should set a vague goal.

When you see Ozymandias again, be sure to ask why you said those words to him.

Ozymandias always seems to understand what he wants to know, so there is no need to think so much now...

By this time, Airlie's mood had improved a lot, like a sunny day after the rain.

Thanks to his pure-minded temperament, which was too pure to let go of any shadows, the previous entanglements and doubts, if nothing happened, could not last for a few minutes.

What about Jill...?

Well, this issue still needs to be entangled.

Originally, he was thinking about going back to the castle, but he temporarily put away his footsteps. After he stood up, there was some hesitation on his face. After a while, he changed his mind and sat down again...

"Ai~er~"

The fluttering ending sound just appeared at this moment, and Ellie, who was already in awe, was taken aback. The place he was standing happened to be on the edge of the slope, and his feet couldn't help slipping.

bang bang bang-

If you zoom out, you can clearly see the Heroic Spirit in armor rolling down the hill from the top of the hill.Moreover, the moment he fell, he subconsciously scratched back and grabbed the culprit who scared him.

Well, the ones who hugged into a ball and rolled down became two people.

The blades of grass swayed, and the soil kicked up by this large movement flew up. With the final "Bang!", the grass fell silent.

After waiting for a while.

"......... Woo."

Not only was the world turned upside down until his eyes turned black, Ellie was also the unlucky guy who was finally pressed on the bottom as a humanoid cushion.

Moreover, he suffered more than this!

A few tears fell from the corners of Airlie's eyes—natural tears, of course.

Not to mention the messy hair, his tall nose was knocked somewhere, and now it is blue, and the face is still covered with mud and a torn blade of grass.

The most exaggerated thing is that, for some reason, my lips have been red...pained from last night, and a bright hole was made by some hard object, and the blood suddenly oozed out, flowing on the snow-white skin under the lips .

Airlie: "...Woo!"

Although he was not angry, he still looked at Merlin, the heavy object that was still pressing on him, with condemning eyes.

"Ah—sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to... it hurts! It's pulling my hair, Al."

Merlin's hair and robes were also covered in messy leaves, and he was yelling because Airlie's elbow was on his hair.

Ellie was probably in more pain than him, but when he heard his voice, he still endured the pain and raised his hand.

By doing this, Airlie obviously wanted Merlin to pull his hair back.

However, I don't know what Merlin thought.He just used a little force to prop up his body, and the landing points of the palms of his hands were just on the left and right sides of the heroic spirit lying on the grass.

This posture is like using the body as a screen, blocking the view and the sky from those below.

"Oh...it's really hard to touch."

Merlin kept his eyes on Ellie's lips, and said softly.

Airlie couldn't hear the words, but he still meant something, blinked his eyes, let the uncontrollable tears fall from the corners of his eyes, and raised his hand to cover his injured mouth in a muffled voice: "It's okay , in a while..."

"Don't touch."

Merlin stopped him suddenly.

"It can be cured with a little magic trick, it's very convenient." Seeing Ellie's eyes light up, as if he was very interested in the magic he said, Merlin said, "It's very simple, it only takes one click—you can learn it .I teach you?"

"Well!"

"Well then, you asked for it yourself."

Merlin smiled lightly.

"By the way, take this 'little magic trick' as my apology. As I said last time, this time it's no longer a flower, but a..."

--this.

The wind was blowing at this time.

The Magician of Flowers trapped Ellie in the only unmoving place among the swaying green grass, and when he bit the bloody wound between his upper lip again, he brought the faint scent of flowers to his nose.

Alas, alas, no matter how I think about it, I feel that I am at a disadvantage.

Doing some bad things secretly in a dream... Nothing is more wonderful than doing mischief in reality.