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

Edmund Dantès thought he was having a fantastic dream, but it was so real.

The background of this dream was dark, because the dark and obscure colors of the prison still made him miserable.

But under such a premise, a ray of light that accidentally permeated through the chaos seemed so dazzling and so precious.

Just a moment ago, he was like falling into an ice cave, mentally confused, as if he could escape the boundless physical pain left in reality by doing so.

It seemed that the coldness that wanted to freeze the soul spread from the depths of the bone marrow. The prisoner couldn't help trembling even though he was completely trapped. He still didn't pray to the god he had been obsessed with in the past few years.

Today Dantès is no longer naive, because the gods did not protect innocent people to live a happy life, but instead watched the villains who framed others coldly and did not punish them.

He will spend his life in the dark corners bred from howling and resentment, and he will never be able to escape this hell on earth——

That's right, before that moment, he was still thinking so numbly.

However, it didn't take long for Dantes to be surrounded by a warmth that came from nowhere.

The weakness caused by the hunger strike for several days seems to be pulled out of the body at this moment, symbolizing the fusion of the light spots of life and the reflowing blood, slowly flowing throughout the body...

Dantès is miraculously saved.

At this moment, he had already left behind the courage to attempt suicide, and what was replaced by him was a sudden, indescribable happiness and joy!

He wanted to open his eyes and see clearly the seemingly incomparably sacred face of the savior who came here by unimaginable means.

He also wanted to sit up and raise his arms.

At the same time, what can't be forgotten is how to express your gratitude with chaotic but sincere language?

But it turns out that these thoughts of Dantès are superfluous.

Even as the temperature rose and his soul groaned contentedly, he remained frozen, unable to hug anyone.

The thoughts that had only been awake for a short time began to be clogged with fatigue again, impatiently pulling him into a deep sleep.

The physically and mentally exhausted prisoner resisted with firm will, and with all his strength, he only lifted his heavy eyelids through an extremely narrow gap.

Talking is better than nothing, and thanks to this insignificant gap, he saw...

--god.

If there is a god in this world, then it must be the appearance in his eyes.

She seems to come from a myth that is widely praised by the world. She is a pure and undefiled goddess, and like a siren singing on the Aegean Sea, she shows beauty beyond imagination, and no poet with literary talent can express her beauty. Praise it with shallow verse.

Dantès almost mistakenly thought that "she" was his fiancée Mercedes, but even the young girl who could not let go of him in his memory was far from being able to compare with this "goddess" in terms of beauty. .

What's more, it is impossible for Mercedes to come here.

Later, Dantès will mistakenly think that his hysteria has not been cured, because he is being embraced by the "goddess" who is too holy to touch, and the warmth that brings him back to life seems to come from this.

He couldn't believe it, but he had to muster more courage to break free from the invisible shackles so that his elbows could move.

Finally—the fingers were able to stretch out.

He regarded this as a life-saving medicine that he couldn't let go of, and before he was taken away by the menacing drowsiness that came again, he caught a strand of hair that was at hand.

Because of this, Dantès, who was in a coma again, did not hear that the "goddess" whose gender he had misunderstood when he was holding on to the strand of hair so stubbornly refused to let go——

"hiss."

With an expressionless face, he let out a very slight pain.

……

After a long time—probably a long distance from the dawn that dispelled the night, the prisoners in a certain prison woke up slowly.

The sound of thunder and rain had already dissipated, and the slightly turbid sunlight seeped in, leaving some insignificant halos on the pitch-black wall.

Dantès woke up with great loss.

The miracle had already left him, and no trace could be found, but if one wanted to say that it was just an illusory dream, the revived body became evidence to rule out this possibility.

The man who lost his soul was now lying on his tattered bed, and he was unwilling to move again.

'If it's just to save my life, after giving me ecstasy and hope and leaving without a sound, let me continue to endure this endless pain, Goddess...you are too cruel. '

This is just a poor man's murmur to himself, not a complaint.

Dantès would never feel any complaints about that stunningly beautiful existence, but only hoped that he could catch a glimpse of that hazy and real figure again.

The fingers that seemed to have touched "her" trembled unconsciously, but unexpectedly, they touched a soft mass with a little warmth.

Dantès was taken aback.

Immediately, he jumped up with his long-lost corrective hand, staring at the little creature lying on his bed—the one that shouldn't be here.

This is a bird with beautiful blue down.

Not to mention the overly rounded body, Dantès saw that its fine feathers were disheveled and lost their luster.

The eyeballs that should be like pearls are not exposed. The bird closed its eyes and buried its claws in only a thin layer of rough sheets, as if it had lost its life.

Dantès: "......!!!"

The memory came back immediately, and it was this bird that he saw before he fell into a coma.

At this time, Dantes has not yet imaginatively connected the bird with the "goddess".

Realizing that the bird was dying, he panicked subconsciously, unwilling to let the life of this unexpected visitor disappear before his eyes.

"Is this... sick? No, I can't do anything on my own." Dantès almost immediately thought of the jailer. He was helpless, and could only entrust his hope to the only possibility here to help him—— — the man who helped the poor bird.

While making a quick decision, he had already staggered towards the door, about to call out to the guard who might still be dozing off.

"and many more……"

Suddenly, a very soft and weak voice came from behind.

Dantès was taken aback again, and turned his head as if he had seen a ghost.

There is no object that can make a sound within the line of sight, the only possibility is——

"I'm sorry, master..." The weak voice still insisted, "My magic power is about to run out... I haven't had time to fulfill your wish in the future, I didn't expect that so soon... I will say goodbye."

Dantès... To be honest, he was stunned for a long time before he was extremely slow to realize what was going on in this strange scene.

The voice calling him master appeared last night, and this time there was a clue, and the originally vague memory suddenly became clearer.

Dantès not only remembered the blue bird, but also remembered the conversation with the little bird beyond recognition.

No, before last night, there seemed to be...

——Following the call.

——Master, I will try my best to fulfill all your wishes.

……This is it!

Although Dantès still hasn't figured out the specific situation, this does not prevent him from getting the general truth in a blink of an eye:

It is the blue bird sent by God, bringing freedom and hope to him, but now, the blue bird that brings happiness seems to be leaving him quickly!

Dantes staggered to the bedside as if struck by lightning, and begged: "No! Stay, at least for a while... This is my wish. If you are really willing to fulfill my wish, I will have you Give me the happiness of companionship."

"..."

On the twisted bed sheet, the blue wings fluttered tremblingly.

Tang Tai suddenly became nervous.

But after a short, unsettling silence, that soft voice, sweeter than any he had ever heard, brought the final revelation.

"...If, this is really your wish, Master."

In front of Dantès' eyes, there was a faint but enough fluorescent light to illuminate the soul.

The blue bird disappeared.

Not long ago, the figure of a god that was deeply engraved in the poor man's heart unexpectedly appeared in front of him like this.

This is a young man so perfect that his gender is blurred.

He has long blue hair and dark blue eyes, which is the color that sailors most yearn for and love.

Not to mention, his beauty is unquestionable. The pair of eyes that can pierce the heart are close at hand, which is the sea that the heart desires. Just one glance will make the ignorant and innocent people sink into the abyss of the sea——

"call……"

Although the surface is still so indifferent, in fact, Ellie is very tired.

He hopes to return to the throne of heroes, but the master's wish comes just in time, so that the tired spirit can only cheer up and work hard to realize it for him.

If you want to stay, you can only quickly obtain the magic power that can barely last for a while.

Where does the magic come from?

Airlie knew only one way.

With the last of his strength, he pulled the stunned Master over, and after that, he could only collapse limply on the bed, his arms hanging down feebly, his fingertips rubbing against the smudged ground.

The man who was caught off guard was pulled down, causing the low bed to creak harshly.

And he couldn't care less about the pain from the knee that hit the bed board, because the eyes that made the sailor so intoxicated were so close to him.

"Okay, master... Since I can't act on my own right now, please replenish my mana."

Heroic Spirit tried his best to speak correctly, ensuring that the master could hear clearly.

However, his master was already stupid.

"Replenish the magic."

Ellie thought the Master didn't hear it, so he repeated it.

Paused, just in case, and added:

"Replenishing the magic means exchanging body fluids."

"Saliva, blood, semen—"

"Any one is fine."