The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Celeste is condescending, and his knight commander Escrito is kneeling at his feet.

He felt that he had the chance to win—after all, it wasn't that they had conflicts before, and every time, it was the knight commander who gave way.

Therefore, Celeste felt that this time would not be an exception.

Escrit is used to obedience. Except for some principled issues, he never tries to confront his master. He has long been domesticated to be gentle and obedient. He has abandoned his fangs and claws, and abandoned himself. Broad home, willing to bend its knees.

But all of this is conditional.

The premise is that his master belongs to him.

Otherwise, why should he be obedient?

He knows his master very well, and any retreat will only make him more complacent and push himself further.

And a spoiled child doesn't understand guilt at all.

He couldn't help but began to reflect on his choice. He chose to stay by Celeste's side and serve him. Is this right?

Escrito knelt on the ground, but he was thinking in his heart. After a while, he thought about a result

——If he is still a servant, then he can only beg the master to give him love as he is now.Not the slightest bit of initiative.Only after he has the status of being able to talk to Celeste on an equal footing, can he pursue what he wants openly.

There are so many rules in human society, and he suffered a lot when he was studying.But now it seems that as long as he makes good use of these rules, he can get what he wants more quickly.

However, despite thinking about the result, he was shaken when he saw Celeste's implicitly expectant eyes.

After all, how could it be possible to let go of her after spoiling her for so long?What's more, Celeste is now only because of the curse, as long as he can lift the curse, everything will be fine.

Escrit lowered his eyes and replied obediently: "It's all according to your wishes, I have no objections."

This answer was exactly as Celeste expected. He was very proud, and pursued the victory with peace of mind: "Remember your words."

He really pushed his limits: "If you want to change your mind, you can tell me at any time, and my promise today will always be valid."

"Now, you can stand up."

Celeste raised his eyebrows, "It's time for you to work, my dear—the knight commander?"

He took the initiative to kiss Escrit.

Soon, a gossip spread among the salons of many ladies.

"That's what I saw with my own eyes." Mrs. Doris said mysteriously, "I happened to be a little unwell that day, and the smelling salt bottle didn't work very well, so I left the box and planned to go outside for a breath of fresh air. When I passed by a small alley, I heard a fierce quarrel. At first, I didn't intend to pay attention to it. After all, I never like to meddle in other people's business. But, soon, I found that these two voices were very familiar... no Wrong, it is Duke Ulysses and Miss Darthwick!"

She stopped here, shook her feather fan, and pursed her lips in a mysterious smile.

Seeing the impatient looks of the audience around her, Mrs. Doris felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart.These people used to dislike her as an upstart, didn't like to associate with her, and always rejected her. Now, she finally has a feeling of blending in with them.

"What's next?" A young and restless noble lady first asked, her words were anxious, but her tone was friendly and familiar. This made Mrs. Doris very happy, and she didn't intend to hang anyone anymore. Appetite, continued:

"The quarrel between them was very fierce. I stood outside the alley and watched the scene inside. I was almost stunned. Thinking about it now, it was really thrilling. If they hadn't been dazzled by anger and didn't notice me, I'm afraid I'm going to think I'm eavesdropping, but God behold, I never did it on purpose, I was just frightened—and you know, I've always been sensitive."

Mrs. Doris patted her chest hypocritically: "Oh, the two of them quarreled really fiercely, Duke Ulysses was so angry that his face turned red, and then he cried. I was very sad when I saw it, but Miss Darthwick seems to be born with a hard heart, and she is not moved at all."

"As for why they were arguing, I only listened to it for a while, and then walked away. After all, it's not very polite, right? I only vaguely heard the general idea. It seems that Miss Darthwick thought she had betrayed I lost my pious belief, so I want to separate from the duke, and go back to the poor and pious life before, how can the poor duke accept this ridiculous reason? They couldn't reach an agreement, and finally quarreled... well……"

"...In the end, His Excellency the Duke abandoned Miss Darthwick for the first time, and left alone."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Doris nodded her eyes with a handkerchief, as if she was very sad: "Oh, seeing a pair of young people who are about to enter the marriage hall separate like this, I always feel very uncomfortable."

"Yes."

The wives and ladies present all showed a melancholy look. They comforted each other, enjoyed a sweet afternoon tea together, and finally left contentedly.

It soon became a tacit secret in Briarson, and no one was surprised to learn that the engagement between Duke Ulysses and Miss Darthwick had come to nothing.

"Now you are a free bachelor again." Noyce comforted: "This is a great thing."

"Oh." Hillest nodded, seemingly accepting the other party's comfort, but his expression was still a bit sleepy.

"Thank you." Noyce patted Escrit's shoulder sympathetically before leaving, "He's still young."

Although Celeste is an adult, his youthful appearance makes Noyce feel that his cousin is still a child who hasn't grown up.

"I see."

Escrito replied respectfully, he sent the worried His Majesty away for his master, and closed the door again.

As soon as Noyce left, the sadness on Celeste's face disappeared immediately. He waved to Escrit, who immediately came over and leaned close to him.

In Neuss' eyes, Celeste, who was "still young", kissed his knight commander immediately after his good brother left.

The days seem to have not changed, and Celeste is still only surrounded by Escrit, and the so-called "new lover" seems to be just an angry word from the Duke. This kind of tenderness temporarily paralyzes Escrit, It made him feel as though life could go on and on.

Apart from being with his master, Escrito spent all his time studying the manuscript that contained the old wizard's life-long painstaking efforts. He is no longer what he used to be. Hundreds of years ago, the line between an alchemist and a wizard was blurred, so it didn't take him long to assimilate the old wizard's knowledge.Soon, he found a way to remove the curse:

To his surprise, it was easy to remove the curse. Although the old wizard used his soul to make a contract with the devil before his death, his too weak soul made the curse not very powerful.It didn't take long for Escrit to find a solution.

Although this method of lifting the curse has a side effect that cannot be ignored, Eskrit can't wait any longer now.

He clearly understood that once he used this method, he would no longer be able to use some external objects to exert influence on his master, but he still couldn't wait any longer.

Celeste's indifferent performance made him yearn for hope again and again. He retreated again and again. Since he was reluctant to leave, he could only pin all his hopes on lifting the curse.As time went by, he subconsciously forgot the actions he had taken, and even took the beautiful dream of the past as reality.

As long as the curse is lifted, they can return to their former appearance.

This idea gradually spread in Escrit's heart, and finally prompted him to take action.

He asked Celeste for a whole day off, running around, looking for materials, and crafted a bottle of potion cautiously and excitedly in the cathedral full of sacred power.

The angel carved out of white marble looked down at him, and there seemed to be some pity in the pure white pupils.

The golden liquid medicine was swaying gently in the glass bottle, and Escrito held the small glass bottle tightly and rushed back to the palace.

Celeste lives in the palace most of the time now. He loves his father and mother, but staying with his brothers makes him feel the most relaxed. Anyway, there is only Neuss, the bare king, in the palace now. The two of them The brothers are still very comfortable staying together.

However, there are still some shortcomings.

"...Don't be lazy, my dear cousin."

Noyce said: "Keep going, you are still very good at handling government affairs... Don't always think about running away, have pity on your dear brother."

Celeste raised his head and gritted his teeth and glanced at Neuss. The idle king was carefully studying four letters that smelled of different perfumes, and looked up at His Excellency the Duke who was taking care of things on his behalf from time to time.

"Poor? I don't think you are pitiful." Celeste looked down at the document in his hand, and signed the king's name on it, handwriting with teeth and claws.

"I see that you are very happy, dealing with four beautiful ladies at the same time, this is no small blessing."

Noyce had already begun to bow his head to write a reply to them. The hypocritical His Majesty the King dipped some water from the teacup next to him and dripped it on the letter paper as tears.

Celeste looked at him disdainfully.

"Don't look at me like that." Noyce waved his hands, as if a little embarrassed: "That's what they do."

Celeste: "..."

At this moment, there was a light knock on the door. Celeste looked up and saw that it was Escrit who came in. He immediately dropped the quill in his hand: "Eri is here."

He looked up at Escrit: "You have something to do with me, right?"

Escrito nodded without changing his expression: "Yes."

Celeste was finally liberated from the ocean of government affairs. He left the government affairs hall and went to his resting palace, ready to do what he wanted to do freely.

Escrito brought him a cup of steaming tea, and Celeste picked it up and drank it.

He casually put the teacup back on the table, fell comfortably on the soft sofa, picked up the book he hadn't finished yesterday and continued to read.

"Your Mightiness."

Escrito couldn't help calling out, Celeste raised his head and glanced at him when he heard the sound, his expression didn't change, he just asked plainly:

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Looking at his expression, Escrit's heart gradually sank.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year's Day!

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of He Jinzhao; 10 bottles of Yashi and jojo; 2 bottles of square; 1 bottle of mint-flavored sugar;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!