[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

When Delin woke up in the morning, his brain was still slightly dizzy, but his spirit was surprisingly good.There is a soft silk quilt under the body, the surroundings are peaceful, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.The beautiful morning he hadn't felt for a long time made Delin rub his eyes on the bed with nostalgia before opening his eyes.

His sanity was still a little fuzzy...it became even more fuzzy after he opened his eyes.

——How could Sears "lie" beside me?Delin thought numbly.

God made adults enjoy this morning too.He put on the mask again, and leaned against the bed, flipping through a thin book.A table is added beside the soft and wide bed, and round-bottomed teacups with white porcelain and gold flowers are stacked on it.There are a few delicate white flowers floating in the cup, and the floral fragrance comes from this cup of scented tea.

Sears noticed Delin's waking up—in fact, it was because Delin curled up and made a "rubbing" behavior that touched the corner of the envoy's clothes.

"Are you awake?" Sears asked briskly, and the book in his hand naturally turned a page.

Delin stood up stiffly from the bed: "...I..." Then he lay down in panic again, a blush quickly spread on his face - Oswald on top!What the hell happened last night!

The boy belatedly realized that he had nothing to block him except his shirt and mask pants, and the wind that poured into the bed at the moment he got up almost woke him up instantly.

"Your Majesty...my clothes..." Delin huddled under the blanket weakly and sincerely called for his god to save him.

Sears suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and said as a matter of course: "Well, Fang Du took it to wash."

Delin's eyes were wide open, and his confused mind was unable to discern any more information, it just infinitely looped the words from Sears.

Well, wash it.The boy thought blankly: Then what should I do——no, the point is, wash?

Delin couldn't help but glanced at the well-dressed Sears, hesitated for a moment, lifted the quilt to take a quick glance, then quickly covered it, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sears saw a pair of fair and slender legs, and then the cute expression of the young man who was relieved in ignorance.

"Pfft—" he couldn't help laughing, "Derlin, I finally know that you don't want to drink anymore."

"...Because you will become stupid." Sears bent down and squeezed Delin's chin naturally, seeing the dull expression on the other side without any surprise.

Now Delin is really sober.

The vision that was still turbulent suddenly became clear, including every line, wallpaper or carving of the tea smoke not far away, and finally appeared in Delin's sight.Feeling powerless and melancholy, he could only wrap the quilt tightly and whisper: "Your Majesty..."

Sears withdrew his hand—and then smoothly touched the top of the boy's head: "Finally woke up? I won't tease you, Fang Du."

The butler obediently entered the room with his head down, placed a stack of clothes neatly at the end of the bed, and then retreated as if fleeing.

Thinking about what the housekeeper might have seen or heard or thought just now... Delin's face became hot again.

"Today is a small prayer day. You are not a believer anyway, so I asked you to take leave." Sears closed the book, staring at the boy's face until the boy looked at him accusingly, then turned his head, "Three months later, the mountain Are you ready for the trial?"

While Delin changed his clothes neatly, he was thinking about what the Mountain Trial was—it seemed to be the actual combat tradition of Daqie Miye. In the third month of school, he formed a team and entered the mountain area for a scuffle. The winners would be rewarded with credits. and glory.

… Delin, who hadn’t thought about this question at all, buttoned his coat and frowned while thinking, his noisy brain became clearer.This seems to be a very good entry point into the aristocratic circle, and the name is justified, and with Sears' support behind him-he froze for a moment, and looked up.

Speaking of which, Sears' behavior this morning was really abnormal.Yushang Shenshi has always been a self-disciplined person, and this situation this morning always feels that there is something wrong...too intimate.

Unlike the feeling of closeness but still alienation, Delin couldn't tell what happened.

(... Can't guess that Sears officially decided to eat him or it's a coincidence.)

It wasn't until Delin got out of bed with bare feet-this expression is really strange-Sears turned around.The god made the lord put the book aside, turned around and looked at Delin quietly.Delin couldn't bear his fiery gaze, so he replied, "No..."

Just like the prey is afraid of the hunter, Delin is always hardened in front of Sears.

Sears frowned when he heard his answer, and it took a long time for him to relax.The envoy sighed, and said, "You are always indifferent to some small things, Delin, which makes it difficult for me to help you."

Delin stood aside with his head bowed, his fists clenched.

"It seems that we still need to talk." Seeing Delin's appearance, Sears said in a soft tone, "Delin, what do you think of the deal that we both tacitly agree to?"

A deal between two people?

Delin thought for a while and said frankly, "I don't know."

From the first meeting, it was Sears who set the pace.The relationship between the two is ambiguous, they just feel and want each other, and what's even more amazing is that no one questioned this tacit relationship.

Close and alienated, each on their own defenses.

Sears smiled helplessly: "Okay, then let me express my sincerity first."

He reached out his hand and took out a piece of dark leather paper from the book beside him, with a cold smile on his lips: "I need you to help me prevent an assassination, or carry out an assassination. But there is only one known target now." Sears Handing the paper to Delin, golden lines ran on the paper, and a beautiful face was outlined in the sunlight.

"Sikassler, Holy Maiden of Oswald, I hope we will not be enemies."

This is the most important question for Sears—will Delin, who is an Oswald believer, be willing to attack the saint?

But now he made up his mind.This is a game with no way out, if Delin can't accept it... Sears is not willing to kill him.It's better to keep it by your side.

In the black pupils in the eye sockets of the golden mask, there is a surging black.But Delin didn't look up, and in the environment where the atmosphere around him was frozen in vain, his face didn't change, and he even showed his sharpness.

Sears was startled secretly, because at that moment, the originally soft boy suddenly seemed to be a different person.

The sharpness in the boy's bones was aroused for some reason, and he gently brushed the beautiful shadow of the woman on the portrait with his fingertips, and even his eyes showed a cold and gentle look.

This contradictory temperament - serenity, and brutality - suddenly bloomed together in Delin's body, as if something that had been imprisoned had rushed out of the cage.

Hate, the beast of hate.

It is just like the image of the true god Oswald in the old scriptures.

Delin raised his head quietly, and suddenly sneered.

"It turns out that the target of Yushang and mine is actually the same person."