[Angie] Double Wings

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There was a knock on the door outside Jules' office.

Knocking twice at random counted, and without waiting for a response, he pushed open the door of his duty room... The only person who dared to do this was Cleves.

"...I'm in the living room." Jules announced in a loud voice, and then ordered Eliot, the patron saint assistant who was accompanying him, to go back to rest first.Just as Elliot got up, the door leading to his private living room in the duty room was also pushed open, and even the seemingly invisible and symbolic knock on the door was simply omitted.

Cleves ignored Elliott who fled away in embarrassment, and stepped into Jules' living room. Seeing Jules who was about to have dinner, a more definite smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"Really so obedient?"

"Thanks to you, accuse me of abusing myself in front of everyone," Jules pointed to the small round table where he ate, besides his own plate, there were three other food boxes, "These three The box was sent by Rosalia, Oscar, and Lumiere from their own mansions." There was also a basket of sweet cherries still dripping next to it. "This is the freshest product from Marshall's garden." Jules shook his head, "It seems that they all want to feed me into a fat man..." He let out a long breath, before Jules picked up his fork, he habitually extended his hand to his fork coffee mug.

Those foods are indeed a lot.Cleves knew Jules's appetite well, so he couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to gently stop Jules's movement, "Don't drink coffee...you didn't eat lunch, you're empty."

Jules didn't insist, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Sit down and eat some with me."

In response, Cleves sat down on the right side of Jules, and according to Lumière's habit, he found a fork wrapped in a long napkin from the translucent water-blue glass food box.Lumiere is a considerate person. In his glazed food box, there is the truffle basil beef jelly that Jules has always liked, which is in line with the preferences of the eaters.

Clavis pushes the food box in front of Jules.Seeing the food he wanted, Jules accepted his lover's kindness calmly, and handed the lunch box that Oscar brought to Kravis.

"...Are you kidding me?"

Jules raised his eyebrows, looked at it, and couldn't help laughing, "...in the name of His Majesty, I really don't know what's inside."

Clavis, who got the whole box of baked lobster and scallops, gave him a glare and pushed the food box back to him.

"Why do you hate lobster and scallops?"

"...it gives me a headache to see so many shells."

Jules didn't say anything more about the lobster, "What about the so-called 'when thunder strikes, try not to stay under the big tree'?"

"It's common sense."

"Well...for your safety."

"Is it 'us'?" Clavis tilted the food box slightly so that the candied pears on his fork could dip into the sauce made with fruit vinegar on the bottom of the box, "every time you mention For the safety of the patron saint, I always forget to count myself in."

Jules didn't answer, the sterling silver knife and fork danced gracefully on the porcelain box, splitting the lobster's shell in half.

"ignore me?"

"no……"

"Julies?" Clewis' tone was still very flat, "Is it related to the reason why His Majesty can't attend the tea party today?"

The person whose name was called did not respond, but moved the lobster, which he had removed the shell with a knife and fork, to the lid of the box, and placed them in front of Clavis together with the scallops that had also been shelled. "Here, the one without the shell."

Jules is avoiding the topic... Clewis didn't say anything, but just accepted his kindness lightly, "You really deserve to be Jules who always has perfect table manners."

"It's not hard to eat, is it?"

Cleves nodded, "Then why do you hate oysters?"

"Looks like a mouthful of pus..." Jules couldn't help laughing after being glared at by Clavis, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't describe the appearance of that kind of thing at the dinner table. Leave me alone If so, you should eat more and take good care of yourself..." At this point, Jules suddenly changed his mouth, "Scallops are nutritious food, you can try different shellfish... I don't mind shelling for you .”

The atmosphere seemed to be a little more relaxed, but that was just an illusion.Clavis looked sideways at Jules, "Are you guilty?"

"...You really suffered a lot." Jules raised his head and glanced at Clavis, who had lost a lot of weight and still looked haggard.He went to the window and drew the curtains aside.The dark red evil light could no longer be seen outside the window, "If you hadn't acted, Marshall might still be suffering from the 'devil's breath' until now... and all these tortures will be passed on to you, and you will bear it It’s over.” Jules’s words were rare to say with a sense of gratitude... Clewis was listening comfortably, but Jules’ next sentence made him unable to laugh, “The responsibility to protect the patron saints lies in I, I shouldn't leave it all to you."

"Are you very concerned about the Wubo incident?"

"I mishandled it."

Klevis, who usually speaks slowly, quickly said, "No one blames you."

"...Although the Holy Land claims to be well-prepared, in fact, since we took office, we have been attacked and invaded quite a few times, and there have been various incidents."

"After all, it was resolved smoothly."

"I'm not doing enough."

Clewis, who did the least amount of practical actions, glanced at Jules, who did the most and thought the most, "Julies, you have worked hard..." Clewis swallowed the food in his mouth, Think about the wording, "The things you mentioned are all resolved in the end, no matter what the incident is."

Jules reluctantly moved the corner of his mouth and smiled, "That's because you eight patron saints are all very good, no matter what generation they are compared to."

"It's very good, but the temperament is a bit weird. However," Kravis corrected Jules' count, "the number of patron saints is nine."

Jules didn't answer, and Cleves could see that he still couldn't let go of the guilt.

"You forgot to count yourself in again."

"I'm different... I'm the chief patron saint of light. I swore an oath to be His Majesty's wings and to be His Majesty's loyal sword and shield for the rest of my life. I should have done it... to protect His Majesty and her." Patron Saints, it is my duty."

"According to what you said, then I am also responsible. When it comes to wings, the wings that support His Majesty should refer to the two patron saints of light and darkness, that is, the two with special status among the nine patron saints. That is me and you , not just referring to you alone," Kravis said, which was exactly the line that Jules had said to him countless times before, "I really haven't heard that only one wing can fly."

There was still the boredom of impatient explanation in Clewies' tone, but Jules could hear the unspoken tenderness in his words, the desire to bear everything with him.

"You never said that before."

"The past is the past." It was the past when they had a bad relationship, not the present when they fell in love... Klevis stared coldly at Jules standing by the window, "What happened? You even me Are you going to hide it too?"

"Didn't you always say...don't discuss business during dinner?"

"Don't get off topic." Kravis put down his fork, "It has to do with the reason why His Majesty didn't attend the tea party, right?"

"Don't you eat more? I can't finish these."

He ignored the little trick of the Patron Saint of Light, who was not very good at lying, and talked about him, "What's wrong?"

Jules walked around in circles for a few steps, finally stood still, and said slowly to Cleves, "This matter is also related to the previous incident..." The words just started, Zhu Lie Stan paused again, showing an irritable expression, and walked to the table to reach for his coffee again.Cleves didn't urge him, but stopped his hand again.

"This cup of coffee is already cold, don't drink it. I'll go get you another cup...you finish these and this first. Wait for me to come back later, and you can talk slowly."

"Um……"

Seeing Jules nodding his head in agreement, Clavis showed a smile on his indifferent face, patted him on the shoulder, turned and left.

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Jules is the chief among the patron saints, but what Kravis said is not wrong, the patron saint of light and dark is indeed in a transcendent position.

Going straight out of the Queen's audience room, there is a horizontal corridor on the left and right sides, respectively leading to the duty room of Jules and Clavis, the private living room in the duty room, the special preparation room and the temporary room. Small bathroom for washing.As for the rooms used by the other seven patron saints, although there are only slight differences, they are all located south of the half-moon terrace under the cloister... some distance from the center of the palace where His Majesty is.

As the wings of Her Majesty, the two guardian sanctuaries of light and darkness use the same room size, specifications, and even the number of attendants. Even the positions are exactly the same, but the left and right are symmetrical, and there is no difference in who is superior to the other.

Clavis went to bed too late for brunch.After digesting most of the food for him at Jules, he entered his duty room, told the maid not to prepare meals for him, and prepared some things before turning to the special meal preparation for Jules He carefully pressed two cups of espresso for him and himself, and slowly brought them into Jules' duty room.

Smelling the aroma of the coffee, Jules cheered up before he drank it.

"You really finished your dinner?"

"...at least the portion you ordered was swallowed."

"Just 'swallow' it?" Clewis was a little dissatisfied, and lit the white sandalwood incense he brought in the corner of the duty room. "It would be better if it was 'eat'."

Did Jules 'complete' his own interference in his private life as a duty?But that's not bad, the Patron Saint of Light will never neglect his duties, at least he can be sure that Jules will not really starve himself to death.

"...It's in my stomach anyway." Jules didn't continue to study this topic, took a sip of the cup of espresso that Kravis gave him, and closed his tired blue eyes .

"Can you say it? Why didn't His Majesty come to the tea party?"

Jules sighed, "She's mourning." Kravis didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.Jules's two rows of long golden eyelashes were covered, casting a row of faint shadows under his eyes, and he sighed deeply again, "My fleet operation is going well, except for the last step."

Now that he has spoken, with Jules' stubbornness of not giving up until he achieves his goal, he will speak clearly.Klevis, who was originally quiet, saved a little saliva, "What's wrong?"

"Jiahaga...that old guy whose name is hard to pronounce, he said that there will never be any problems in his mouth, and the very safe residual gravitational flow is used by the enemy who has given up hope. Under the situation where they knew there was nowhere to escape, they triggered They made a suicide explosion and threw their ships straight into the position of our fleet. Although they did not collide with our ships, their ships rushed directly into the center of the vortex of the gravitational flow, right where the energy is most concentrated It caused an explosion..." Jules sighed in a low voice for the third time, "No one survived the enemy."

This is a tragedy, but Jules' expression is not only about this tragedy, there must be other things, "Then?"

"The power of the explosion affected the two disintegrated ships of the Wangli Research Institute, causing the remaining gravitational flow to entrain a large number of fleet wreckage, as well as the scattered meteorites nearby, forming an astonishingly large-scale interstellar storm..." Jules rolled his eyes Hanging down, staring at his fingers, his voice was so stiff that it didn't look like his own voice, "That is the largest interstellar storm ever recorded."

"... interstellar storm?"

Jules nodded expressionlessly, "And came straight to the parent galaxy."

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