The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

After losing the pendant, the feeling of dying in the next second is so real.But now, the fear of death is not clear for the time being, so Celeste bites the bullet and keeps silent despite deep regret.

Soon, his brain began to groggy, his eyes were half-closed, and his body was so weak that he couldn't even support his thinking.

Anyway, I've already returned the things to you, let's see what you want to threaten me with.

Celeste thought in a trance, this angry thought was mixed with grievances and unspoken regrets.

He felt very uncomfortable, and now this body was so broken that it seemed that he could go into the grave in a second.

Not knowing if it was his hallucination, Celeste heard a long sigh, and then, a pair of warm hands fiddled with his neck for a while.As if an invisible life force had injected into his body, the uncomfortable feeling on Celeste disappeared suddenly.

He opened his eyes and saw that Escrito was bending over, with his hands around the back of his neck, and was fastening a pendant for him.

Different from the coldness just now, Escrito's body is warm now, and his breath is also hot. Although he is still wearing the black robe and his face is still pale, Celeste is no longer so afraid him.

"Why are you so capricious?"

While tying it, Escrito sighed and said, "In order to be angry with me, I didn't even care about my own body. I didn't ask you to pay me yourself as a reward."

This terrifying wizard, who was aggressive not long ago, lowered his eyes at this moment, and seemed to have turned back into the loyal and docile knight commander.

"You have always been very good at handling me." Escrit said, "I think you know very well in your heart that I love you so much, so I will tolerate all your willfulness... Even if you don't care about me at all, I still can't bear to hurt you."

This move of his was something Celeste hadn't thought of. He opened his eyes slightly, looking at Escrite who made a concession, a little in disbelief.

Escrite gently kissed his side face, the two warm thin lips contained soft tenderness, Celeste lowered his eyes, not knowing what to think in his heart.

Even now, Escrit is still willing to make concessions even now that he has already occupied an absolute dominant position, which surprised Celeste. He doesn't have a deep understanding of "love" - ​​Nuo Iss can say "love" affectionately to three women in a month-so Celeste was still shocked after seeing Escrit's concession.

When Escrit forcefully asked him to agree, he fought back unhappily, but now, the other party seemed to be planning to retreat, and Celeste was at a loss.

A faint sense of guilt and guilt emerged in his heart. He felt that maybe he was a little too cruel. He hesitated and wanted to take a step back, but he couldn't find the right words.

"Then please give me another kiss."

Escrit said softly, "After today, I won't bother you again."

His face was gentle, but his lowered eyes were extremely deep, of course he would not give up just like that, he just thought of a better way.

A very, very, very worthwhile approach.

Escrit smiled, and he tentatively reached out to hold Celeste's cheek. His Excellency the Duke showed no resistance, so he kissed it deeply.

This time the kiss was particularly lingering, and Celeste responded with complicated emotions. He grabbed Escrit's collar and was a little dazed not knowing what to say.

Escrit said that he would not bother him again from now on. This should be the result he hoped for, but now, after he really got the desired result, he hesitated instead.

Will I regret it?

He asked himself in his heart, but couldn't answer for the time being.

Finally, this too long kiss ended, Escrito raised his head, and Celeste's hand was still grabbing his collar.

"Okay."

Escrit stood up with a gentle tone, as if he was just planning to leave for a while, "Then, my dear lord, goodbye."

He stretched out his hand and gently tore off Celeste's fingertips grabbing his collar, then turned and left.

Celeste looked at his back with complicated emotions. He wanted to stop several times, but in the end, he remained silent and didn't say anything, just watching Escrit's back gradually disappear into the in his sight.

This entanglement that shouldn't have come to an end is now over.

Celeste was thinking like this, but his heart was heavy. He sat on the chair, didn't recover for a long time, reached out to pick up the teacup and took a sip of tea, his mouth was full of coldness and bitterness.

"...the tea is cold."

he muttered to himself.

It's just that no one changed him to hot tea anymore.

People take tea to cool down, but that's it.

Escrit's footsteps are slow, he is gradually moving away from his master, how eager he is to hear the call of the other party, even if he just calls his name, he will not be able to help but give up his plans and wishes, with the fastest speed He ran back to his master, continued to make concessions, and continued to compromise.

But no, he heard nothing, there was nothing but the wind around his ears.

There was silence.

His face gradually became gloomy, and the ominous breath surrounded him again.

very good.

My dear master, I have made such a humble concession, but I still can't get a little love from you.That being the case, I will no longer beg for your love.

—I'll get it myself.

He glanced at his little master for the last time. Celeste was sitting on the seat, his eyes were lowered, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he looked indifferent.

Escrito narrowed his eyes, and a strong evil thought rose in his heart.

Then, he actually left.

Celeste sat in the garden for a long time, until Noyce came out to look for him, and he realized that it was almost dinner time.

"Why are you sitting here alone?"

He frowned, staring at Celeste's face: "A look of despair?"

Celeste didn't respond to him, Noyce looked around, "Where's your knight commander?"

How could Eswell leave Celeste here alone?

"……he's gone."

Celeste said in a low voice, and Noyce looked at him in surprise, "What did you do to him again? How did it get to this point?"

Celeste refused to speak.

"Okay, okay, no matter what you have to do, wait until after dinner, let's go, go back."

Noyce grabbed Celeste by the arm and pulled him up, "Let's go, let's go back."

Celeste followed him like a wandering spirit.

Noyce looked back at Celeste. He was a little worried, but not very worried. After all, Eswell... Oh, he should be called Escrit now. How much Escrit indulged Siles Special, he sees it all.

It was fine one moment, but completely fell out the next moment, how is this possible?

At most, it was just a moment of anger, nothing serious, and Noyce guessed that Escrit would come back after he calmed down.

What's more, he glanced at his cousin who was being carried by him, and thought quietly: It's time for this arrogant little guy to be taught a lesson.

After all, Escrito was also born in a noble family. Although he could not get a title because he was the second son, he was still a nobleman anyway, and he was fundamentally different from those low-level commoners. The difference is that he treats others like an ordinary servant. It is completely beyond his expectation that Escrit can endure for so long.

Celeste had a bland dinner with Noyce, and since his knight commander had left, Noyce sent another servant to serve Celeste. It was completely different. He was wearing a meticulous waiter uniform, with a serious expression, and his hair was combed meticulously. He stood with his hands down and waited for Celeste to order.

"Go and get me a cup of tea."

Celeste said weakly, he was holding a book in his hand, and the pages were flipping, but he had no impression of the contents at all.The servant poured a cup of tea for Celeste, and the steaming black tea was brought to Celeste's hand, "Would you like to add a spoonful of honey or milk to the tea?"

"no need."

Celeste waved his hand: "Go down, I want to be alone."

"Yes."

The servant left, and Celeste heard the slight closing sound of the door, and he never looked up at him from the beginning to the end.

Afterwards, he put the book aside, took a sip of tea, and opened his eyes wide in surprise

——The taste of this cup of tea is not much different from what he usually drinks.

This unexpected coincidence made him feel a little better. He drank a few more sips of tea, took a deep breath, and began to rely on himself.

Most aristocratic gentlemen take care of themselves to a considerable extent. Except for putting on shoes, putting on coats, and shaving, they are more used to doing other personal things by themselves, like Celeste. It is completely different to have to be served by others in everything.

He changed his clothes clumsily, washed himself uncomfortably, then tiptoed to hang his coat on the coat rack, lifted the quilt and lay down inside.

The spacious bedroom is resplendent, and flickering orange candles cast a shadow on everything, making them look hazy and dreamy.

Celeste leaned on the bed and read a book for a while, but he couldn't read a word of the book that was very attractive the day before.

Where is Escrit now?What is he doing again?

The question occupied his mind and disturbed his mind.

stop!He warned himself like this: I can't think about it anymore, Escrito is not a living person at all, there is no way between them, and there should be no relationship between them. It is a good thing for him to end this sick relationship.

He lay down, the quilt was very cold, Escrit was not there, no one put a small heater in his quilt in advance, he wrapped himself tightly, and for the first time felt that this familiar bedroom was strange.

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