[Comprehensive] Give me amnesia!

The author has something to say: Hello everyone, it’s time for the magic-reformed version of Celtic’s side story again.In case everyone forgets Erika's character after a long time, let me say it again:

Erika played the role of the magic modified version of Cu Chulainn's exclusive coachman Rigg in Cu Chulainn - Magic Kai Pure Celtic Edition. She used her original body but changed her personality.

Rochard: The most handsome man in Ulster (yes, he is more handsome than a dog), after recovering from the pain of the curse, he was invited by Rigg to help Cu Chulainn and fight against Maeve's army, but was defeated by May Fu's daughter, Fennaval, took a fancy to her and betrayed the organization.

Also, the plan to finish Ku Chulainn's episode in one go has run aground, and maybe three, four, or five chapters will be needed, and the Uruktaw plot tragedy will happen again.

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Having said so much, I just want to emphasize that this is magic, reform, clear, pure, version, oh!

The close-fitting light armor was forcibly torn off, and the moment the large piece of naked skin came into contact with the air, the boy shivered uncontrollably.

"save--"

Before the crying complaint could come out of his mouth, the man suddenly bit the boy's neck, like a beast about to shred its prey, threateningly stroking the fragile artery with its sharp canine teeth.

"do not move."

Cu Chulainn heard himself say vaguely, full of hostility.

The limp struggle stopped, and the boy obediently let him be wrapped in his arms, his thin body seemed to be crushed by this clumsy and overbearing hug.

not enough.

The beast frowned disapprovingly.

The boy was too thin, a small one, as if if he loosened his arms a little, he would disappear like air.

His wrists were folded and bound behind him. The boy was much more well-behaved than usual. His figure, which was even smaller and more flexible than a woman's, was bent into a seductive arc under the forceful manipulation of the man. Under his shackles, his body trembled undetectably. with.

Cu Chulainn's red eyes wandered greedily, all the way down the boy's spine.

The throat moved, the air became sticky and hot, and the breathing frequency became disordered.

want to.

He lowered his head and quickly kissed the skin of the nape of his neck exposed under the crow-black short hair, kissing eagerly and tenderly, just like a high-ranking beast comforting a cub, the tip of his tongue moved down flexibly——

With a sudden sound, the white light flourished.

"Wake up!"

Accompanied by familiar words, what fell on him was a merciless blunt blow.

Cu Chulainn's eyelids were sticky, and he only instinctively caught the weapon that came through the air, but the opening was smooth.

He was slightly taken aback, and then realized that what he was grasping was not the scabbard or whip he expected, but someone's slender wrist, which was not at all like the delicate skin of a warrior, with its recognizable, inorganic cold temperature.

——The body temperature is slightly lower than that of ordinary people, and it can't be warmed even if hugged tightly.

This thought made him feel dizzy like a dream, and his grip could not help but relax, and the person who came was easily broke free.

Cu Chulainn held it weakly, letting the air escape from his palm, and then opened his eyelids.

"I just came back this morning, and that bastard Rochad also arrived at the camp... You couldn't be drunk last night, did you? You haven't woken up yet. The patrols have already gone out, by the way, Princess Connaught look Fucked our handsome bastard, did you hear the news?"

Frigg the driver told him the latest information he had seen along the way, while lowering his head, clumsily clasping his gauntlets. It was inconvenient to operate with one hand. After several failures, the black-haired boy naturally Lifting his head, he begged Cu Chulainn who was still lying on the bed,

"Help me buckle it."

Cu Chulainn lay on the bed and turned his face to look at him.

The short black hair of the young crow was randomly raised, and the too long bangs almost covered the eyes. Under the butterfly-like eyelashes were a pair of clear brown almond eyes like a deer, staring at him without blinking.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Rieg raised his forearm and shook it. "Do you need me to bring a basin of cold water to help you wake up?"

Cu Chulainn watched the boy's upturned mouth, turned his head weakly, and fixedly looked at the top of the tent.

"...get out," he said.

"what?"

Thinking that the boy was stunned by the rare and severe tone, Cu Chulainn closed his eyes and repeated in a gentle tone:

"Didn't you hear about my past? It's dangerous to wake me up in my sleep. You don't have to come here in the morning."

"What, I don't even thank you for bringing the reinforcements back for you."

He complained in his mouth, but Rieg still put down his forearm resentfully.

When Cu Chulainn was young, he had a bad reputation of killing those who would awaken his sleeper. The driver obviously heard about it. He shrugged and left as promised.

Cu Chulainn followed the boy's figure from the corner of his eye, watching the curtains of the tent being raised and lowered, and the small space became dark and silent again.

The air in the tent couldn't circulate, the smell of charcoal, the oily smell of leather, and the smell of iron from weapons mixed together, in addition to this - there was an ambiguous smell that was not noticed by the young man.

Calculating the time, it must be time for him.

Despicable thoughts flitted through his mind.

Ulster's great hero was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out to grab the shield on the wall, and slammed it hard on his face.

"Damn."

he cursed.

"...Then the Princess of Connaught, Fennaval, just stood in front of me, begging for my love shamelessly."

Wearing a crimson cloak, the blond knight with a face as dazzling as the morning light sat on the pole of the chariot, and told the surrounding Ulster soldiers about what happened on the road.

"Hey, did you agree?" someone asked below.

"Humph,"

The most handsome man in the Kingdom of Ulster—Rochad Physiwan lifted up his golden hair, and casually raised his lips,

"Of course I refused. As a knight of Ulster, how could I give up my honor for the daughter of an enemy country."

Fennaval's reputation is praised even in the enemy country where the war started. It is said that among the [-]th Route Army that supported Maeve, several princes decided to help each other in order to compete for the status of her husband-in-law.If Rochad really has the strength to reject that beauty, then he is undoubtedly the conscience of the Ulster bulldozers.

"I really dare to say."

Just as Rochad crossed his legs and humbly accepted the compliments from the soldiers, a piercing voice suddenly sounded.

The handsome knight followed the prestige, and saw the black-haired boy standing in front of him with a displeased face, sneering:

"I don't know who looked straight in the eyes, I almost thought that I would not ask you to return to your master."

"It's human nature to appreciate beauty,"

Faced with the driver's troubles, Rochad was not flustered, and reached out to touch the boy's fluffy, messy black hair. After being avoided vigilantly, he smiled without any suspicion, and replied frankly,

"Which one of you here dares to say that you won't be shaken? Brother Lige, you are still too young to understand the affairs of adults."

This counterattack with a hidden needle in the cotton aroused the laughter of everyone present. Rigg's face blushed unnaturally, but he didn't lower his head, and stood on tiptoe to grab Rochad's arm.

"This is my chariot."

The blush on his cheeks hadn't faded, Rieg gritted his teeth and stared at the blond knight occupying the mast,

"You are too heavy, what if you crush the mast, come down for me!"

The boy's brown pupils were full of hostility, and this undisguised emotion began from the first time he saw him, but Rochad didn't remember that he had done anything to offend him.

He frowned slightly, and caught a glimpse of a blue figure approaching from the corner of his eye. His mind moved slightly, and he followed the young man's weak strength and jumped off the battle. He walked around the disgusted young man, pressed his shoulders, and said in a conniving tone:

"I can't help it. You are too light, Lige. I really don't know how you carried Cu Chulainn to kill the enemy on the battlefield with your body."

"I want you to take care of it!"

The young man turned his back to him, snuggling close to the arms of the blond knight. The tall and handsome man had an indulgent smile on his face and nodded frequently.

When Cu Chulainn finished tidying up and came out of the tent, he saw that scene.

Rationality analyzed for him the conclusion of [stay away from him outside the battlefield], but before he came back to his senses, Cu Chulainn had already squeezed away the crowd of onlookers in three or two steps, and roughly separated the one big and the one who were close together. The smaller one was dragged behind, frowning and looking at Rochad's perfect appearance, which was like a gift from the creator.

"Oh, I'm sorry, this is the famous bulldog."

"You came just in time, Cu Chulainn!"

Simultaneously with Rochard's false salute, was Rigg's speech.The young man didn't pay attention to Cu Chulainn's strange expression, took his hand, raised his eyebrows at Rochad provocatively,

"Come and witness, I made a bet with Rochad. If he accepts Fenner Val's invitation one day, he will have to admit that he is a liar, a vain villain, and put on a princess dress to impress the whole camp. Watch!"

As soon as this troublesome bet came out, the onlookers immediately cheered and shut up under Cu Chulainn's threatening eyes.

The hero glanced calmly at Lige, who was standing proudly with his arms folded, and asked with a frown, "What if he didn't go?"

The black-haired boy suddenly had a weird expression, his lips trembled slightly, and he raised his hand vowingly:

"Then put me in a skirt and laugh at me as a little girl as you like!"