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

Airlie and Eddie, from the same world.

If the god who created them did not abandon them, but laid out their stories as they wished, and told them, they would definitely follow the trajectory of fate, meet, get acquainted-plus, fall in love.

Of course, the "if" assumption is non-existent, and the end result is that Airlie and Eddie have not yet met, and the two of them parted ways.

Airlie obviously knew nothing about Eddie's situation, let alone where the man was, where he went, and what happened.

However, it was that instant, a feeling that seemed to pass through the boundaries of time and space, and even more distant.

——We won’t meet again... because they are going in completely opposite directions, like two lines that run counter to each other and extend infinitely...

However, although these two lines do not intersect head-on, there is still a "point" where they finally meet for a moment and then separate at the place where they continue to extend.

This "point" is Wickham.

Wickham's ability of immortality was obtained from Eddie. Later, he crossed the boundary line of two worlds that would never be merged by accident, and Eddie, who would never meet, The information brought to Airlie who was supposed to meet him.

Airlie even had an even more absurd thought.

The man probably knew him—not what he looked like or basic information, but that he was "here."

He wanted to die, so before he died, he borrowed the hand of a fool and sent the necklace to its original owner.

[Sorry, my eagle is too ignorant, it snatched your things as soon as it saw you.Oh, if you want me to say, it would be better to just take you away at that time!Forget it, come on, I will die first. 】

There is a good chance that the man will say such a thing.

Airlie's five fingers still held the necklace tightly.The gorgeous azure light is faintly visible between the fingers, but it reflects that his slender fingers with well-defined joints are also another kind of treasure.

His brows were completely furrowed, and on the cold face, the suspected deep and shallow shadow had not dissipated, and it was soaking into the slightly shrunken pupils bit by bit.

"Is that so, it turns out that after Wickham got Eddie's power, even though the man was about to die, he still killed him first."

Not long ago, Edmund had seen Airlie acting like this.

Knowing the behavior of the "outsider" so shameless that even Heroic Spirits who don't accept human emotions can hardly bear it, Airlie became angry.

The emotions that are completely different from the past have bright and incomparable colors, and more dazzling colors are painted on the pure white and clean canvas of the soul.

He is also angry now.

No, it's already "angry".

Airlie never thought of anything other than attacking those who have no grudges in Su Wei's life, plundering everything that belongs to them, and enjoying it all with pride-this is already the darkest part of human beings Human beings can do things, on top of this, there are even more excessive behaviors.

Treating the dying person who entrusted his final strength to him and at least gave him a gift of kindness, not only did not express gratitude, but did his best to bring some comfort, but also used almost cruel and ruthless means to kill the benefactor kill.

... so ridiculous.

Also too presumptuous.

"Does he really think that no one can kill him after he gets this power? Even if he dies, he can be resurrected quickly, so it's no big deal."

In fact, Wickham benefited from Eddie more than just this ability.

Eddie is different from Ellie, although they are both "protagonists", but Eddie, as the strongest man in the world, is the so-called "son of the world".

Where he is, no human being can defeat him. He is a cheating existence that gathers almost all the human beings' favors from the world consciousness.

After the transfer of power, Wickham also got a small part of the "luck" that originally belonged to Eddie.Even if there is only a little bit, the Alaya consciousness is very afraid of this outsider, and it cannot be eliminated, or it will be sent to clean it up.

As a result, before Ellie and Edmund arrived, Wickham was so arrogant that he directly exterminated innocent human beings with great greed and stupidity.

"If this is the truth, then all doubts will be cleared up. No wonder it's me."

Ellie whispered.

"—Edmund!"

Airlie, who never sat down after standing up, suddenly called out the name of his companion.

"Let's go! Let's go now. Let's end our mission, this event full of evil desires from beginning to end."

No one can kill Wickham with the power of immortality - except Airlie.

The back view of Edmund, who was a little slower, was both eager and calm.

The anger that was enough to erode reason disappeared when he took the first step, and Airlie's heart was only calm and unchanging.

*****

Time is equivalent to losing its meaning in the dark prison cells located underground, as well as the prisoners in the dungeon who can't die and who seem to have a hard time living in the dungeon.

Wickham has long since lost the glamorous appearance he tried to show to everyone outside.

The man he snatched was tall and handsome, with a radiant face in military uniform, as if he really was an outstanding man with a bright future.However, since it was snatched, it is insignificant. On the contrary, this kind of muddled and miserable appearance is the real thing he should have.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Currently curled up motionless on the pitch-black floor, this human-shaped, but presumably not human, scream was constantly coming out of its mouth.

In the beginning, he was furious with hunger and panicked with thirst. Wickham, who was a little sober from the fear, could still curse loudly into the darkness, and all the obscenities he had mastered were directed at the jailer, and God damn it. The Count of Monte Cristo went.

Then after a while, his fear suddenly deepened because no one paid attention to him, because he saw in a trance—a certain terrible man whose head was smashed by him with a stone, sneered at him in the corner of the cell, Just like the mockery that finally caught the eye then.

Wickham obviously didn't realize that even if the man could still cast his own shadow here, he wouldn't waste any eyes on him, not to mention that the man was indeed dead.

But he panicked, but he was terrified, the man's shadow was in the corner, eyeing him covetously, like a wronged soul that couldn't be shaken off, coming here to take revenge and witness the tragic death of his enemy.

So, deepen, deepen, deepen.

Wickham shivered in the darkness with the man's shadow.

When the Count of Monte Cristo finally went down to the dungeon to interrogate people after many days, Wickham was already half mad, staring at the light that he hadn't been able to get for a long time, almost blinding his eyes, he wanted to jump like crazy. Going to the earl, he hugged the earl's leg and pleaded heartbreakingly.But because he was tied up like a zongzi and couldn't be hugged, he still tried his best to wriggle to the feet of the men in bright clothes—yes, even at this point, he didn't have the slightest thought of introspection or prayer.

—It wasn't me who was wrong, it was... Eddie!

——No, no, no, I should be here... I have neither enmity nor entanglement with you, damn it!Why do you bastard lock me up!

At that moment, the picture that suddenly jumped into the crazy Wickham's mind was once again the countess.

His heart suddenly trembled, as if an invisible ray of light poured into his heart, making him suddenly enlightened, even though his mind was still terribly unconscious!

--right!For the Countess!Fearing that the beauty would fall into my arms, so cruelly parted us - oh!What a poor fellow!For beauty... oh oh no, okay!Now, that's right, right now, let me go quickly, and I can forgive your presumptuous behavior!

Wickham really yelled that.

However, as soon as the Count of Monte Cristo's name was shouted, the Countess's husband just appeared on his dirty lips.

Wickham, who was prostrate on the ground, couldn't see it. At this moment, the earl's indifferent expression suddenly became extremely dark and distorted.

The Earl was obviously greatly offended, because Wickham dared to call out the Countess with such disgusting words—since he didn't know the Countess's "name", he could only call out obsessively and deeply.

"roll!"

The count directly kicked him away, not only did he not restrain himself, but he really vented his disgusted anger.

Wickham only rolled half a circle on the ground before he slammed into the wall behind him with a bang—no, he even smashed through the solid wall.Accompanied by quite a loud noise, Wickham, who was buried at the bottom of the rubble pile, didn't even have time to utter a scream. He just opened his mouth and turned his eyeballs upwards.

This time it was finally dead.

Then, after a while or so, he came alive again.

After being revived, Wickham returned to the deadly darkness, which lasted for an unknown period of time.

Soon, he went from being only half insane to being only a little bit away from being insane.

I really want to...

I really want to die...

It's ironic that a guy who used to be proud of his ability to be immortal now wants to die.

And now, Wickham, who was dying and thinking about dying—suddenly, a light and shadow appeared in front of his face.

Then, let the light shine!

……

……

"what……?"

Wickham, who was like a puddle of mud, felt that he was being dragged up by several people.The feet were still dragging on the ground, pulling out two crooked traces that looked like insects had crawled over.

Of course he didn't struggle because he had no strength, but at the same time, he didn't naively think that he was released and would be free.

"Let me-s... die-ah-"

The lump of mud was moaning feebly, but the people who dragged him out of the cell just ignored it.

They dragged Wickham into another room located underground. Wickham couldn't resist at all, so he was kicked into the scalding boiling water.When he was screaming, these strong and powerful guys immediately pressed him into the water, rubbed him back and forth several times like washing a dead pig, and wiped out the invisible mud ball All cleaned out.

This process alone almost caused Wickham to die again.All in all, after he was finally taken out of the cold water by those people who were half dead, and put on his red uniform, Wickham really changed again except for his pale face and being completely unable to stand still. It made me look like a dog.

He was lifted up, stepped up the stairs leading to the ground, and after several turns, he came to a particularly bright passageway.

"Look at this poor thing, he finally saw the light, and he was so excited that he cried."

There is still someone whispering in the ear.

"Here, it's yours."

Wickham was stuffed with a rather heavy thing, and immediately after that, those people behind him gave him a rude push on his back.

Because of this, he staggered into the exit of the light, and was greeted with an extremely strong brightness that really made his eyes crack——

—It’s the lights.

Wickham came to the brightly lit hall.

He was rightfully impressed with the place.Because this is the venue where the Count of Monte Cristo held the engagement banquet. On that day, well-dressed men and women crowded under the landing of the stairs, stretching their necks and looking up at the vague shadow of the countess who appeared on the second floor.

But at this moment, the smooth and bright marble floor reflected the light and shadow of the crystal chandelier, but the disturbed footsteps of the guests were lost on the surface.

No one else.

The entire hall was extremely empty, except for Wickham who appeared tremblingly in front of the door, and—not far ahead, the blue figure standing in the center of the hall and watching him.

"you--"

Wickham was stunned.

That person...that person!

The haunting and unreachable shadow unexpectedly appeared in front of Wickham's eyes in surprise, as if to make his dream come true.

——Although, he watched him from a distance, the deep blue eyes did not reflect anything from him.

——Those eyes were filled with blue flames.

Wickham realized belatedly that the heavy object that those people had thrust into him earlier was a sword.The sword is still brand new, so one can imagine how cold the blade will reflect when it is freed from the scabbard.

Then, he forgot at a glance that the "Countess" who came to him but was unwilling to step forward was also holding a sword, which was exactly the same as the one he got....

The oppressive atmosphere that almost suffocated him came quietly at this time.

"It doesn't matter what your real name is or where you actually come from."

After being stared at with fiery eyes that seemed to want to snatch him away with him, Ellie finally spoke.

He felt a little intolerable. Obviously, there were people who stared at him with similar eyes in the past, but it was completely different from what he feels now—it can only be said to be similar, because those people's eyes did not have such awe-inspiring eyes like Wickham's. What he was uncomfortable with didn't make him directly disgusted.

So, take a deep breath.

Under Wickham's obsessed, greedy and finally shocked eyes, Ellie pulled out the sword he temporarily borrowed from Edmund in an extremely solemn and solemn manner, and only temporarily held the tip of the sword down vertically.

"George Wickham, I, Airlie, formally hereby challenge you to a duel."

"duel?"

"That's right, the duel is against me and you."

Airlie repeated.

He didn't want to say anything more to this person, he simply broke his habit of being extra polite to everyone.Therefore, there seemed to be a slight coldness condensed in even the plain and straightforward voice without emotional ups and downs.

"I'm very sorry, but you don't have the right to refuse. Because you are not only an opponent whom I request to duel and should respect each other, but also an object whom I, as a Ruler, must fulfill my duties and punish."

"In order that the outcome of this duel will not make you unnecessarily unhappy, when you raise your sword, your body will return to its best condition."

"So."

In the eyes of Wickham, who was so stunned that he could hardly speak, the "Countess"—now discovered, the "Countess" was actually an overly beautiful young man—had a frosty face, but his eyes were burning It is no longer a peaceful sky, but a sea of ​​waves.

"Take up your arms, George Wickham."

Wickham: "..."

Wickham felt the sword getting heavier in his hand.

This sword is obviously the flashy style that nobles love most, the hilt is inlaid with gold, and there are obvious fine lines on it, but the blade is extraordinarily slender. Of course, slenderness also means sharpness.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart, licked the dry skin of his mouth, and looked at Ellie with slightly less salivating eyes than before.He really raised the sword, and the vitality of life really flowed into the body that was originally dry. He straightened his back again, and his face was glowing, replaced by expectations, expectations for life.

"Duel? Me and you?"

Wickham's voice grew louder: "Oh, if I were to use such a dangerous weapon to hurt you—even if it hurt you a little, I would..."

Airlie interrupted him lightly: "This duel can only be terminated by the death of one party."

Wickham immediately swallowed the rest of the words.

Yes, he likes beautiful people, it can even be called "love".But can the beauties who are not necessarily available can be compared with their own bright future?

Of course, Wickham didn't want to die now.He still didn't think that the Count of Monte Cristo could find a way to kill him, and let the weak countess fight him. He was afraid, afraid—well, he was tolerant, and after leaving this damn manor, In the future, the earl will also be spared.

"Okay—okay!" Wickham quickly agreed, and at the same time wiped the blade vigorously with his sleeve, as if this would make the sword sharper and able to directly pierce Airlie's heart, which should also be weak and weak .

Before the duel began, he still had to confirm one sentence without worry.This question was mainly directed at the Count of Monte Cristo, the one—the dark man who appeared just behind the countess with heavy steps.

"You have to promise that after my victory, I will not be retaliated! Any, any!"

His eyes of anger and hatred immediately turned to the white-haired and golden-eyed count, and then he shivered uncontrollably.

"..."

"..."

Hearing such a speech that seemed to elevate all of a sudden, Ellie didn't know how to comment for a moment.

Could there be a more stupid, less self-aware man than Wickham?Probably hard to find too.

This duel was "unfair" from the very beginning.

After determining how to kill Wickham completely, at any time, in any way...Airlie can do it himself.

Before that, not counting the monsters that had to be fought, he had never killed anyone, never taken the life of any creature, and his hands had not been stained with blood.

Starting from nothing should have been an extremely difficult leap, especially for Airlie who was still a blank slate.But in fact, making a decision is not that difficult. Under the guidance of the uncompromising "principle", he has to do what he thinks is the most correct thing.

What Ozymandias once said to him-the bottom line, the principle... finally realized it deeply.

same.

Even if he wanted to kill Wickham, Ellie could only allow himself to use such a method.

Adhering to the principles of knights, it is fair and aboveboard, but the result has already been established - a duel.

But even so, his heart was still heavy.

So——in the empty and overly bright hall, when the duel was about to start, Airlie suddenly turned around and looked at the man standing quietly behind him.

"Edmund."

Having temporarily lost her armor, Airlie had put on another outfit for the solemn occasion.

It was exactly the same as the standard aristocratic attire that Mr. Earl temporarily changed in this world, except that the waist and the length of the shirt were slightly modified to fit his figure.

Looking back at him suddenly, his long hair, which had been loose at will, was tied up by a blue ribbon, winding around his neck, quietly covering the tender skin that should have been exposed on the pure white bow tie.

Airlie and Edmund looked at each other, and from the silent man's eyes, he got the power to cheer him up as he wished.

So, as a reward, his lips raised a chuckle that was enough to make the indifference and silence smile, and the slightly softened eyes were also filled with a gentle light.

"Edmund, I beg you to grant me courage."

——Master, I beg you to give me courage.

Familiar words.

Edmund was taken aback for a moment, and then, as if he remembered something, a strange light flashed across his pale face.

The first time he heard the same words was in the prison tower. At that time, he was so excited that he wanted to get closer but couldn't move.And the second time, which is now——

He could finally take a step without hesitation.

"it is good."

The man took a surprisingly frank step forward, took both of Airlie's hands, and wrapped them in his palm.

And when the next sentence sounded, Edmund lowered his head, his eyelids slightly covered his golden pupils, and his lips touched lightly on the fingertips of his beloved who was a little away from his hand .

"I believe in you, and I'm watching you from behind. From beginning to end."

Ellie tilted her head slightly and smiled.

"........."

Not far away, Wickham, who was watching those two people looking at each other affectionately, almost died of anger.

"enough!!!!!"

The young man, who couldn't bear to be ignored so thoroughly, roared out loudly, because of his agitation, veins even appeared on his forehead.

"Come here! Whether it's a duel or something, start now!"

Wielding the sharp long sword, Wickham stared at the figures of the two men with red eyes, his handsome face twisted abruptly with jealousy: "This is your last farewell! I'm going to kill you!"

"Heh... stupid."

One of them sneered.

"... Can't wait. Okay, let's get started."

The other person with his back turned to him said in a distant voice.

Then, the man turned around slowly.

Wickham's hand holding the sword froze suddenly, and there was a tendency to let go of the weapon on which he had placed all his hopes.

because he found out—

That déjà vu, that he had been in such close contact with before... the frightening eyes that should have belonged to that man, seemed to be revived in another person's eyes as calm as a lake at this moment.

The tip of Airlie's sword, which had always been downward, was finally raised, pointing at his opponent, his enemy, the one whom he deeply loathed.

"You are a soldier, and you have a sword on your waist. Thinking about it this way, your swordsmanship should be pretty good."

"Of course!" trembling voice.

"Okay, this is a swordsmanship competition."

"As a human, you, and..."

——Even a Heroic Spirit, I am extremely weak.

However, even though he is weak, the sword is what he uses the most.

This duel will not be lost, because...

"I'll do my best."

The dazzling silver light flashed past, as if suddenly illuminating the entire room, and at the same time, there was a clanging sound.

The first step is to fly the sword that was originally held tightly in the hands of his enemy.

The second step is to get close to him, so that his enemy's constricted pupils will deeply reflect his condensed face.

third step--

"--kill you."