My nemesis tempts me every day

After Golando left, Ronoye tossed and turned all night.

It was the first time he had tasted such a taste, like taking a drug popular in the slums, which made him unable to stop, and he was heartbroken after waking up.

——This is a love affair that is doomed to fail.

Putting the future and selfish desires on the balance, the education he has always received will help him point to the side of the future, and he still has a fiancée. Marriage with Greenwin can bring him a lot of benefits, which is also what his father planned for him good future.

On top of that, even if he confesses, he doesn't have enough confidence that Golando will accept and like him.

They are not even the most basic friends now, and Ronoye is very self-aware of his strange temper.

No matter how you compare and weigh, the facts are forcing Ronoye to choose the option that goes against his own heart. Instead of saying that he can't even make friends, it's better to settle for the next best thing.

— Just friends will do, just friends will do.

In the end, he decided to hide his heartbeat.

However, what Ronoye couldn't imagine was that Golando appeared under his window again the next night.

This time, Glando did not break the rules and forced his way in. Instead, he used voice transmission magic to inform Ronoye in a very gentlemanly manner.

Ronoye, who received the sound transmission magic, was both excited and troubled. He had decided to reduce his contact with Golando to avoid being exposed, but he couldn't restrain his instinctive throbbing no matter what.

He will be happy to see Gorlando's figure, and he is very happy to hear Gorlando's voice.

No matter how closely he armed himself, he was still just an inexperienced aristocratic young master, and he would inevitably get confused and lost his mind in the face of love.

Conquering his heart, Ronoye got up and opened the window for Golando.

Golando downstairs heard the sound of opening the window, raised his head and smiled at Ronoye, and then climbed up to the floor where Ronoye was located by climbing the trunk next to him with his hands and feet.

He turned over and entered in a numb manner, and immediately closed the window with his backhand, the movement was done in one go.

Seeing Glando come in, Ronoye felt like those rich ladies who sympathized with private clubs in operas, suddenly a little at a loss.

Gorlando didn't know what Ronoye was thinking, so he asked Ronoye for snacks and juice, and sat on the big bed in the middle of the bedroom.

Just like a wild cat that can't be chased away.

In the past, Ronoye would have scolded him angrily, but today the young master was abnormally quiet, even when he sat on his bed, he didn't say a word.

Gorlando looked at the young master suspiciously, just in time to collide with the restless eyes of the other party.

Those eyes, which seemed to be carved from the best gemstones, were full of feelings that Gorlando could not understand. It was impossible for an eight-year-old child to show such an expression, all because of the inhabited body. A soul approaching adulthood.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but when the eyes of the two met, Ronoye's face seemed to flush a little.

——With such beautiful eyes and looks, even people of the same sex will be easily attracted to her.

After having the above dangerous thoughts, Gorlando immediately looked away.

He still remembered the purpose of his coming here.

Gorlando rummaged through his pockets, found a thick hardcover book and put it on the low cabinet next to the bed.

"This is the book you left behind at the racecourse that day, and I'm returning it to you now," he said.

In fact, he almost forgot about it. The book fell out from under the pillow when Lotte was making the bed for him in the afternoon, and he came again.

It's not that he never thought about how the young master's rigorous temperament would make such a mistake, but there were a lot of things that happened that day, so it's not surprising that he forgot it for a while.

After hearing what Golando said, Ronoye glanced at the book, and it was indeed the book he had left on the racetrack.

"Uh...thanks." He said a little out of habit.

As the young master of the Duke's Mansion, it is rare for someone to thank someone, so rare that he almost bit the tip of his tongue when he said these two words.

Of course, it is not ruled out that it is due to tension.

Gorlando returned the books, finished the snacks and juices, it seemed to the young master that he had no reason to stay anymore, right?

Gorlando pulled the neckline and fanned the wind—the weather on Sylvia Island has been a bit hot recently.

It's a pity that he only achieved one of his goals.

Ronoye involuntarily looked at Golando, secretly looking at the skin exposed under the collar of his clothes.

Maybe it's because the food in the previous 19 years was not very good. Among his peers, Gorlando is a thinner type, and his skin is far less radiant than those noble young masters in the academy, but there are just right muscles distributed all over his body. , the two rows of clavicles also present a perfect arc.

The chef should be asked to add more meat to the Gorlando side dish...

Ronoye naturally thought so.

Standing up from the bed, Golando walked towards the window, but his ears were paying attention to the situation on Ronoye's side.

The young master didn't yell at him today, nor did he say those nasty things. Is this Ronoye still the Ronoye he knew?

Thinking of Ronoye's performance recently, Gorlando didn't think it was caused by Angelina.

—Then could it be his fault?

This conjecture is even more incredible than the previous answer.

Glando stood on his feet and turned his head. As he expected, Ronoye was staring at him blankly.

Ronoye was surprised by Gorlando's actions, but if he turned his head away now, it would be obvious that there was a ghost in his heart, so he tried his best to maintain a calm expression and looked directly at Grundo.

"Anything else?"

Ronoye asked.

Very well, his voice is not out of tune, and his tone is normal.

Gorlando tilted his head, as if ignoring Ronoye's question.

The two remained silent like this, neither of them avoiding their gaze.

Suddenly, Golando told the story——

"Once upon a time there was a man who lived alone in a high tower. Because it was winter, he always closed the windows when he slept."

Ronoye frowned, not understanding Golando's intentions, but he didn't stop him.

"Every morning, he would always hear someone knocking on the window outside the window." Glando continued.

"At first he thought it was the wind, but the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong..."

Following Golando's narration, Ronoye observed the window behind Golando from the corner of his eye.

"Finally one day, the man came out and said, 'Who's out there?' Guess what happened in the back?"

Ronoye shook his head and signaled Golando not to keep talking with his eyes.

Gorlando bent his mouth and said in a sinister voice, "There was no answer outside the window, but there was a cough."

"cough?"

"Yes, like this." Golando said and imitated two dry coughs.

"Then?" Ronoye asked.

"There is no more, this story is over." Golando replied with a smile.

"That's it?" Ronoye was puzzled.

"That's it." Golando shrugged.

Ronoye revisited Golando's words in his mind, and suddenly noticed the key point.

The people in the story seem to live in... high towers?

He widened his eyes in surprise: "Are you telling me a ghost story?"

I really can't figure out what is going on in Gorlando's mind. How could he suddenly want to tell him such a meaningless ghost story?

The person who told the story just winked at him and said in an inaudible voice: "Don't miss that cough tonight."

Leaving creepy words like reminders in Ronoye's ear, Gorlando returned to the bushes under the window by the same route.

The night covered him sneaking in the bushes, coupled with the wind magic that reduced the sound of his footsteps, it was difficult for others to recognize his figure in the dim light.

But Gorlando did not do this to avoid the waiters of the Duke's mansion.

He prayed while sneaking, hoping that the young master could understand the implication of his words.

——Grando noticed that something was wrong in the mansion when he and Ronoye had dinner tonight.

Usually, the waitress who served the soup at the end changed, so Gorlando paid a little more attention. After finding out that the waitress was always secretly looking at the people at the table, Gorlando became suspicious.

A well-behaved waiter cannot peek at his master's meal. After staying in the Royal Academy of Magic for a year, even Golando, who is a low-level commoner, can remember this by heart.

Since Sylvia Island is Ronoye's private domain, there shouldn't be such servants who don't even follow the basic rules in the mansion on the island.

It doesn't matter if Angelina didn't find it strange, if even Ronnoye didn't notice, it means that at least this maid is not a newcomer.

Golando thought of Ronoye's absence for several days, and suddenly felt that it was possible for the young master to overlook the maid's every move through negligence.

And the accident happened just a few hours after dinner.

Gorlando is more sensitive to elemental factors than ordinary people, so he was the first to notice the abnormal movements outside the island. An elemental force that does not belong to the four elements is approaching Silvia Island, and from the density of elemental factors Said that the opponent is quite strong.

It seems that most of the judges are chasing after him, even if he and the young master come to the island, they will not be safe.

With the precedent of that maid, the waiters in the mansion can't be trusted for the time being, and considering that the walls have ears, no one knows whether someone will use monitoring magic to monitor the inside and outside of the mansion. If the barrier is opened, the other party will also be alert.

The most inconvenient thing is that in this world, pens and inks are luxury goods. Those who can use magic to record and communicate with magic, and those who don’t have magic will also raise money to buy magic props—for example, the textbooks in their academy are Drawn with magic powder, words and pictures can be preserved for a long time, but the effect is still not as good as ink.

There was no ink in Gorlando's room, and it would be too obvious to go to Ronoye.Therefore, during these few hours, Golando did not tell anyone about this discovery.

Don't tell anyone, but he must also remind others.

The story he told Ronoye just now and the last sentence at the end of the story were his way of reminding him.

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