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

"........."

"Don't get me wrong, I said this just because you came at the right time, and I wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of the excuse that was preached to show you the way. I didn't mean to insult you."

"I'm not interested in flirting. Just a meaningless countess. If you don't like it, then—"

Then-

Although the following words had already been prepared, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his tongue seemed to be knotted spontaneously under his jaw.

Edmond Dantès - mind you, he still insists he's just a vengeful with hellfire in his chest, so make sure you don't call him by that name - well, stick with what he was called then , Avenger stiffly paused for a second before letting his tongue free.

"...Then don't worry too much about it. 'Countess' only appears once or twice, just find a substitute. Anyway, no one here has seen your appearance."

Hmm, didn't see it.

Because he immediately wrapped the "Countess" who was suddenly selected from among the guests with his cloak, without any seam leaking out.

Although rumors were faintly floating outside.

For example, some people who are considered to be insane swear that the lucky new "Countess" must be a man, because they saw that the "Countess" is obviously wearing a men's jacket and trousers!

But at the same time, some people refuted with more reason-the speakers were certain ladies who claimed to be crowded beside the "Countess" at that time, so the degree of credibility is quite high.

They said that the "Countess" is definitely an exceptionally bold lady from whomever she came from, and she mixed into the banquet scene in men's clothes, because even though "she" was wearing a mask, she still showed half of her extremely charming side face and a velvet-like face. Such a smooth and delicate nape, when they noticed it, they couldn't help staring blankly.

It is unbelievable, and if it is true, it is still an "open" behavior that is extremely unacceptable to people in this era. It is no more normal than the Count of Monte Cristo, the invincible golden bachelor in the eyes of the wives, who found a male Countess.

Do you believe that the Earl's sexual orientation is completely against the teachings, or do you firmly believe that the Countess is a lady who behaves out of line?How to make a choice is really a headache...

—However, the Count of Monte Cristo himself did not care what they thought.

The largest study room in Netherfield Manor has gone through a major renovation by the new owner with money, and it has changed drastically. Except for the heavy bookshelves that are stacked and arranged to give people a lot of pressure, the layout of the room is all in the same way. Comfort is the premise.

There is no desk here, only a huge velvet cushioned sofa is set up in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, as long as someone sits on it, the body will almost fall into an extremely soft embrace, and then the curtain behind him will be drawn, and the sun will shine.

"It's so comfortable."

Airlie, who was sitting here, really sunk into the cushion, couldn't help but praise.

Before he sat down, he opened the curtains, and now there was an extra warm light covering his body, and he felt the slight numbness of the sun soaking into his skin.Next to the sofa, there is a round wooden table at the same height as the sofa, which can be used to place tea cups.

"Edmund, do you usually sit here, looking at the sun while reading?" Airlie just finished sighing, and continued to praise the man's good attitude towards life: "It's great, I'm tired of reading." You can also close your eyes and sleep for a while in the warmth of the sun."

However, on his side, he sincerely sighed, choked on the object of praise, and had no mood to empathize with him at all.

"...Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"I heard it."

"..."

"I don't mind at all, as long as I can help you."

Ellie didn't understand what the tense man in front of him meant just now, let alone noticed that the man was clearly insincere.

He would only be happy that he could help his acquaintance whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and even volunteered with extra enthusiasm: "Just tell me what else you need me to do, and I will try my best to cooperate with you. Well, I remember, you And speaking of the wedding feast—do you want to marry me, Edmund? Do I need another dress?"

"Puff—cough, cough, cough!"

Just as he finished speaking, he picked up his teacup and took a sip of the tea. The man who was going to cover up the subtle change in his expression suddenly moved the teacup away, put it on the round wooden table abruptly, and coughed violently at the same time.

A second ago, he looked like a nobleman with a little indifference all over his body, and this sense of distance was added for the two of them by himself.

The next second, the face of the aristocrat was blushing. If it weren't for the heroic spirit's ability to hold a cup steadily, it would be unreasonable. The tea would definitely splash on the dark shirt that was revealed after taking off his coat.However, at any rate, his face was a little more bloody at this time, and he looked much healthier than before.

"Are you kidding me?"

When he finally finished coughing and turned around again, the little bit of blood that Ellie could still see on his face just now faded away again.

"You're joking." He repeated it again, his tone obviously aggravated a lot.

Airlie looked at the man almost in surprise—for some reason, he took off his cloak and coat, but still appeared like an Avenger wrapped in a thick shadow suddenly stepped in.

He raised his hand suddenly, and pressed the back of the sofa next to Ellie's face with a muffled sound.

From this angle, he was clearly exposed to direct sunlight, his white hair was not dyed with any bright brilliance, and the coldness stagnated in the approaching golden pupils. The oppression and shadow it brings will cover the people in front of you.

"There is no need to do this step. To deal with these people, superficial perfunctory is enough. Also, don't call that name again, we haven't gotten used to it yet."

A blunt deterrent.

Contrary to what he thought in his heart, the Avenger still insisted on speaking out.Grabbing "him" in public last night was an impulsive behavior under extreme emotional ups and downs. Now, he has calmed down.

There was no surprise on his face, even extremely indifferent, but only he knew that when he blurted out his words, it was as if someone had scraped hard under his chest and between his ribs with a blade.Oh, the person doing the knife is still himself.

Ellie wouldn't know.

He who once came to humans as a servant in response to the summons, and then disappeared before his eyes under the desperate gaze of the heroic spirit—this heroic spirit is still the same as before, so he cannot understand the relationship between "love" and "crazy" He will never know.

"—Edmund."

The Avenger, who was roaring in his heart, suddenly heard this familiar yet disgusting name again.

Airlie, who was covered by him, had no surprise or anger in his eyes, and he didn't even have any emotional fluctuations due to his merciless words.The Avenger couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart, and at the same time, perhaps he should be relieved: he was relieved that his guess was indeed correct...

However, is this really the case?

"You used to be my master, a companion who spent a period of time with me in the barrier of the prison tower. I called you master, and I also called you Avenger, although I was talking about two seemingly completely different individuals. The name used to distinguish, but, no matter which one is called, I always think so."

Airlie said calmly: "I only see Edmund Dantes in my eyes. Now you are not my master, so logically I can no longer call you master, and Edmund is the one you need The most affectionate real name. I also want to call you so affectionately, because after that separation, I am very worried about what happened to you later, and I really want to meet you again. But, if you don’t like... "

"Then change it." Airlie's eyes did not shift, reflecting the man's slightly changed expression very clearly, "What do you want me to call you? Master, Avenger, Edmund, or Dantès? "

"..."

The hand that was resting against his face seemed to suddenly tense at this moment, and the veins on the back of the hand were fully exposed.

Avenger... was silent for a moment.

——It turns out that I guessed wrong.

He has really changed, and the change is hidden under the seemingly indifferent and beautiful appearance, but it emerges undisguised in his words.

However, such a change made the man who actually didn't know him and had been chasing him far longer than the time he had been with him suddenly caught off guard.

It's completely different from what I expected, but...why, in my heart filled with twists and struggles, there is a hint of unexplained joy?

After a while, Avenger finally withdrew his hand, straightened up again, and stood in front of Airlie.

He glanced at Ellie coldly, then turned his attention to the cold tea after putting it down, and said indifferently: "Forget it, it's just a code name. Call it whatever you want."

Airlie: "Okay! Edmund!"

From Ellie's point of view, in fact, he didn't struggle at all with calling this kind of problem.

It's not the relationship between the master and the servant, but the companion who fights side by side. It's not appropriate to call it master, so let's call it the name.

And Ellie himself is not familiar with him, on the contrary, he is very polite to people he meets for the first time.But it was because the object was Edmund Dantès—not only did he have the relationship of "former master", he had many masters, and Edmond Dantès was just one of them.

but……

"Before I get down to business, I have to apologize to you."

Airlie left the soft cushion that made people relax, and under the man's astonished gaze, opened his arms with great sincerity—then hugged him.

I have to say that his current actions are like coaxing a little devil who has been wronged or suffered in a place he can't see: he pats the back lightly and slowly, and smoothes his clothes carefully. Pleats under the collar.

But Avenger—you can call him Edmund now—Edmund is not only not a kid, nor has he been wronged, how could he have such a weak emotion in his heart.

However, when there was a tightening feeling between the embraced arms, Edmund only showed a slight contraction of the cold golden pupils.

He remembered it in just a moment... No, it should be said that everything that happened in that short period of time, including the details as small as a look and a breath, he did not forget a single bit, and it was always engraved in his mind that had been transitioned by confusion and resentment .

It was those nights in the prison where only the night wind would approach cruelly.

The prisoner was lying on a hard and tattered bed. Even if the succubus trapped him mixed with the light of hope and a hint of sweetness that was hard to detect, he couldn't let his shivering body relax.

He shivered subconsciously, and unknowingly curled up his body, as if doing so could accumulate a little warmth for himself.

It should be disappointing, because the effect is negligible, but it is even colder.

Tortured by the cold wind and the ice-like bed, although most of his consciousness was still held by the succubus, he was slightly awake.

So, at this moment... I don't know exactly when, but to the prisoners at that time, it seemed that only a moment passed, a moment——

The "warmth" that was enough to save him arrived.

The prisoner didn't know what happened quietly during the night at first, but later, he found out.

The Heroic Spirit who had turned into a blue bird and slept next to his pillow in order to accumulate magic power, a noble existence that was incompatible with the sinful and dark and hopeless prison, would quietly return to human form for a while when he was shivering from the cold at night.

He hugged him quietly, wrapping his arms around him and turning him around.He seemed to use this to look at the tortured and pale and blue face of the prisoner for a while, and then reached out and touched the prisoner's really cold face.After passing the temperature in his hand, he pressed his vest and leaned closer to himself...

——Just like "now", the experience is the same.

Airlie only noticed that Edmund's body froze suddenly when he hugged him.

He couldn't have imagined that a man would have so many suppressed feelings rushing into his heart all at once, and thought that Edmund didn't like being in such close contact with people, so he just hugged and patted his back a few times, and then consciously let go .

But he still continued to finish what he wanted to tell the man.

"I'm sorry, master." This will be the last conversation he will have with the master as a follower: "I haven't been able to read your story, and I don't know what happened to you afterwards. I promised to do it for you." None of the wishes that were fulfilled were fulfilled.”

Although, Ellie does not fulfill all wishes of every Master.

Of course, there are times when he can't do it, or he can do it but it is interrupted by accident, but Edmund Dantès is a special case among special cases.

Just like what he said to the prisoner Dantès in private at that time-master, you are the kindest, warmest, and bravest human being I have ever met, and because of this bad luck, you have suffered so much in prison , but this bad luck will not always stump you.You are the most powerful man in the world, and it would be my greatest honor to accompany you through this journey.

Affected by the magic, Ellie failed to finish reading Edmund Dantes' "story", so he didn't know the life of the prisoner after he escaped from prison.

Even though he was forced to make the wish to abandon him and everything that was left unfulfilled in order to save the Master's life, such a rational decision, Ellie is still troubled by guilt.

"Can you tell me about your later experience?"

Ellie couldn't help smiling, his eyes showed guilt, and guilt merged with more expectations, becoming an extraordinarily bright and crystal-clear light of hope.

"It's okay to skip what you don't want to talk about...Master, my current companion, I'm very sorry, I just want to know more about you, and confirm again, are you blaming me or resenting me..."

"……how is this possible."

"Well?"

Thinking of this with a self-deprecating heart, but the man hasn't mentioned it since then, and only changed the subject naturally in a flat tone: "I should have told you many times, those old things belong to human beings. It belonged to Desmond Dantes. The Heroic Spirit standing in front of you is nothing more than a vengeful ghost condensed by hatred."

Ellie was about to speak. Unexpectedly, the man who emphasized that "old things" had little to do with revenge ghosts just a moment ago, then quickly made a turning point.

"However, it's not impossible to tell you casually as a boring joke."

Ellie only caught the last point of the conversation, and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay. Anyway, we still have to complete the task together, so we should have a lot of time to chat."

"About the marriage mentioned just now... or the issue of engagement." Ellie suddenly said again: "Actually, what I mean is that there is no problem with engagement, because it is to help Edmund, and of course I will try my best to help you."

"But—marriage...conclude marriage, if this is the case. Does it mean that you are willing to accept my proposal to you in the past?"

Edmund was startled, and almost showed his true inner thoughts on his face.

But he still didn't, and only clenched his fists in secret: "I repeat, that sentence is just an excuse for outsiders. I don't have—— such a boring idea. Or, what's the use of asking this?"

Airlie lowered his eyes slightly, and when he raised his eyes again, he said very seriously: "If it's marriage, I have to think about it seriously. Because the meaning of marriage is different. If marriage means eternal companionship, I may... …there is no way to meet that condition."

The words that his most respected king, Gilgamesh revealed to him in the ninja world, were not actually forgotten by him, but have always remained in his heart, becoming an indelible thorn.

He hasn't figured it out yet.

He still can't understand.

Whether it is "marriage", "companionship", or a deeper and more profound "love".

Therefore, more careful thinking is required.

Now he is no longer like before, casually proposing to anyone—the last time he was summoned, the words of suspected regret to Cu Chulainn were just subconsciously emotional.

However, even though such a decision has been made, the experience of proposing to others in the past cannot be regarded as not happening.This made him quite confused.

"..."

Edmund gave Airlie a quick, indistinct glance.

When he turned his gaze back, the man's pursed lips showed a tight arc, but the arc extended to the corner of the mouth, but there was a slight tremor, as if the smile was forcibly split into fragments— —

"Hey."

In the end, he still laughed out loud, although it was a mocking sneer.

For my purely fantasies and loss, I firmly cover it with a rational block.

"Okay, let's stop with the meaningless topic, I don't want to waste any more time." He raised his right hand slightly, and his slightly bent fingers swayed in mid-air, as if they wanted to land on Ellie's shoulder up, or somewhere else, but then snapped back.

Edmund just shook his arms slightly, and then he turned sideways and strode forward, and finally came to the other end of the study room, the desk with many documents on it.

Picking up the file bag at the top, and looking back, the man's face was completely merged into the darkness where no sunlight penetrated, and even the hair color that should have been pure white was also dimmed. The shadowy golden eyes are the most conspicuous.

Looking at such a man, Airlie seemed to understand in an instant what the real "Count of Monte Cristo" should look like.

"come and see."

"it is good."

Ellie walked over as promised, stopped beside Edmund, took the file bag, and opened it immediately.

The moment I took it, I felt it. The file bag looks small, but the things inside are not a complete whole, they are put together messily, and the weight is still quite heavy.Ellie originally wanted to reverse the direction and pour out the contents, so he changed his mind temporarily, and instead he reached into the bag and took out one by one.

The first thing to be taken out was a thick stack of papers bound together. When he opened the cover, Ellie saw the left corner of the first page of the document, which read "Fitzwilliam Robin Son Darcy".

Fitzwilliam Robinson Darcy was the full name of Mr. Darcy, the future husband of Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

So that's the case, then the things contained in this file bag should be the specific information of those people who were killed by "outsiders" and seriously interfered with their fate.

"Edmund, has Alaya revealed any detailed information about our target?"

Ellie's expression also became serious, and while carefully flipping through Mr. Darcy's information, he asked Edmund beside him.

The earl's gloomy voice came from the side immediately: "There is nothing useful. I arrived a month before you, and all I can do is to collect information on the poor people. The progress in intelligence—"

"Aren't you a Ruler? If you don't expect it, you can only wait until that guy comes to your door and let your 'real name see through' to see through."

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot that Ruler still has this ability."

After all, it was the first time for Airlie to be a Ruler, so some of his consciousness was not in place, and he had to be reminded by Avenger, which is clearly Ruler's restraint profession.

By the way, he is now back to the cumbersome attire he wore when he switched to Ruler. While flipping through the documents, the long and overly flowing white sleeves are swaying and rubbing against the Avenger's arm.

Just when he finished reading Mr. Darcy's documents and read Miss Elizabeth's name by chance, Edmund, who was waiting aside, frowned somehow, and interrupted midway.

"Ellie."

Ellie didn't notice the momentary pause in his voice that seemed to be in a trance: "Yes."

"Yesterday, you asked those women to come up to meet me. What's the matter?"

Airlie: "!"

Right, forgot to explain to Edmund.

After successfully reuniting with Edmund yesterday, Ellie did not forget his promise, and immediately asked the servants of Edmund's family to go downstairs, and invited the five ladies of the Bennett family to go upstairs at the dinner party that was not yet over. .

Edmund was probably a little dazed at the time, but he still greeted them briefly and said a few words.Afterwards, Airlie went out temporarily, took the ladies to the carriage home, talked to them again, and came back after a while.

"They are the ladies of the Bennet family, and Elizabeth Bennet, an important person among them, is the wife of Fitzwilliam Darcy." Airlie said with some surprise, "So you didn't recognize Edmund." Come out? I thought you investigated Darcy, and you must have investigated her by the way."

Edmund: "..."

Airlie then continued: "Before I found out that you were here, I considered that I might need to contact Darcy through Miss Elizabeth, so I contacted them. As for why I brought them... Actually, Mrs. Bennet felt that You are very suitable to be his son-in-law, and I want to match you with one of them."

Edmund: "What?!"

He reacted with a touch of agitation, pardon me, for a tinge of sullenness was directed at that greedy Mrs. Bennet.That's all for greed, what really made him angry about a stranger he never cared about was that she actually asked Ellie to come forward...to make a match? !

The Earl was immediately disgusted.

Fortunately, Airlie's explanation will come later.

"Of course, I only agreed to let you meet once, and then give a negative answer, and then find a man who can really entrust them for life."

He smiled slightly, turned his head to look at Edmund, and quietly added a little bit of cunning to his serious face: "Besides, the person who is going to be engaged to Edmund is fixed, is it me?"

"........."

Ellie's thinking is straightforward, and the words he speaks are also very straightforward. You only need to read the literal meaning, and there is no hidden hint in it.

Even Edmund, who was not used to his quiet changes, had already discovered this.

But—even if he knew that the speaker's heart was extremely open, without any ambiguity, the man who heard such words by accident still couldn't control his heart beating for a moment.

He changed direction calmly, leaned his back against the edge of the table, and pressed his hands on his chest.

"Stop talking nonsense and continue to read your stuff."

"Okay."

Airlie lowered his head obediently and continued to look.

"Um...Darcy...Tesla...Edison...Wait, Mr. Edison was assassinated too?"

Flipping through the pages, Ellie suddenly realized that the dead who the world consciousness had roughly mentioned to him might not be all.And people he didn't know were brutally killed by "outsiders".

His frown became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't help but speed up his browsing. Under his ribs, there seemed to be an unprecedented gathering of shadows.

The actions of the "outsider" were briefly heard before, although it was difficult to accept, but at least the feeling of depression can be controlled, but now, his face is covered by a layer of faint gloom, and his eyes have changed slightly.

——And this rhythm of quickly flipping through the materials continued until the file bag gradually became empty, and he took the last file in his hand.

Turning to the first page, the name of the last deceased jumped into the eyes.

Airlie's fingers on the page froze.

incredible.

About ten years later, the "outsider" accidentally saw the name of a young French sailor working on a merchant ship.

At this time, the "outsider" already had considerable wealth, reputation, and status, but when he saw this name, his greed was still drawn out.Like a thunderbolt, he killed the sailor who hadn't grown up or even reached the turning point in his life, and robbed the treasure that should belong to him.

As for the young sailor who died in the dark and cold sea...

—Edmond Dantès.

That's his name.