Why does the princess wear a skirt [Western Fantasy]

the next day.

Sunlight shines through the uncurtained windows, filling the entire exquisitely and luxuriously furnished room with light.

It was also laid on the big bed in the center of the room. At this time, the handsome brave man and the beautiful princess were sleeping in each other's arms, like a song and a picture.

Suddenly, the princess' eyelashes trembled slightly.

Irene, who slept contentedly but was extremely tired, slowly opened her eyes.

Facing the bright sunshine outside the window, he couldn't help but close his eyes again.

The princess planned to continue to sleep for a while, but felt that something was wrong.

It wasn't until he was about to fall into sleep again that he woke up completely, like cold water pouring over his head.

He slept on the same bed with the Demon King who was dressed as a hero!

So the question is, what about Bishop?

Soon, Irene also knew the answer.

How could he who couldn't move in this embrace like an iron wall not know the answer?

No wonder I dreamed of being entangled by vines all night, it turned out that I was really entangled!

The princess, who was a little bit angry, was very unhappy and struggled vigorously, intending to wake up Bishop at the same time.

However, after tossing for a long time, the black-hearted demon king who was as hard as a rock had no intention of waking up at all. He just held him tightly again, clamped his kicking feet with his legs, and then put his chin on his head.

Now, he was really unable to move, and even his head could only maintain this position.No way, Bishop's 'hug' is so powerful that he couldn't find any flaws!

What else can the princess do.

Gasping for breath, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Bishop had already got up, and was sitting on the edge of the bed, gently wiping the Sword in the Stone.

Irene, who was still a little angry, quickly closed her slightly opened mouth, and showed a gentle and lovely smile to the brave man who looked up, before saying, "Good day, Bishop."

Bishop nodded, and said with a gentlemanly smile, "Good day, Your Highness."

After the cordial greetings in the morning, the princess also got up from the bed calmly and gracefully, and went into the bathroom to wash up, with a gentle expression on the whole process, as if she had experienced a beautiful night.

It wasn't until he closed the bathroom door that he quickly switched to a blank expression, and thought about whether he should give Bishop a giant pillow!

I couldn't feel it when I didn't wake up, but now I wake up, I really feel uncomfortable all over!It's like being stepped on by thousands of monsters!Although this kind of statement really misses the small and colorful text, but this is the truth!Wouldn't it be uncomfortable for him to sleep in the same position all night?

Irene was bitter, but facing the brave man who rubbed the sword in the stone, he could only force himself to look like an elegant princess.

Not long after, the princess who changed into a gorgeous long dress followed the brave man downstairs.

When the two appeared in the restaurant at the same time, everyone who was dining all looked at them.

Abulot looked at the cute little Irene with a smile, and said, "Are you awake? That's just right, let's have dinner together. I think you need more time to rest, so I didn't ask the housekeeper to bother you."

"Oh, thank you then."

Irene wore a slightly stiff smile, trying not to make her words too ironic.

After all, he is an old man, so he can't stimulate the other party's heart to think about him.Of course, he didn't think he could be stimulated.

"I don't want to say thank you to my uncle, let's eat quickly."

Abulot picked up the bell on the table and shook it. The crisp sound disappeared in the living room when two sets of tableware and a large amount of food floated not far away.After a while, it landed firmly on the long table in front of the two empty seats.

The brave man first thanked him for his thoughtful hospitality, and then sat down with the princess.

Soon, everyone finished the sumptuous food quietly.

Seeing that little Irene had finished wiping her mouth with a napkin gracefully, Abulot smiled and said: "I heard that the brave and his teammates always help those in need. I just have something to trouble you all. It's a bit tricky, but I'm not in a hurry, I can take my time, and I will personally send you off when the process is over. Otherwise, it's good for you to stay here with me."

Threats are straight out.

I have to say, this is probably the so-called domineering spirit.

Irene didn't know what other people thought. He only knew that his uncle would do what he said, and he was never ambiguous.

"uncle……"

As soon as Irene spoke, she was interrupted by Abloht raising her hand.

His expression changed from his usual mildness, and he said seriously: "Irene, this is what you must do, this is the responsibility hidden under the glory of the millennium, otherwise how can you bring light and hope to the world? No matter what your identity is, as long as you take over the Sword in the Stone and join this team, you will have to do some things."

"So, we can't refuse requests from others?" Bishop asked thoughtfully.

Abulot glanced at Little Irene, a lover in a black cloak, and said, "Basically, that's the case. Of course, you also need to make your own judgments. Not all requests are what you see. My words seem to be a little too much, and these should be experienced by you yourself."

The birth of the brave is not to defeat the so-called demon king, but for the weak in the world. Hearing their complaints, the handed down father God brings light and hope to them.God the Father cannot save everyone, but it can give them the motivation to persevere and even resist. This is the meaning of a brave man.

No matter how deep it is, he can't say more, these are still heard from the mouths of many lovers, and he doesn't want to see those noisy guys again, it's better not to spread the word.

Hearing these words, Irene felt that they were too reasonable, and she never expected that her uncle, who was usually full of crooked ideas, would be able to say such incisive and philosophical words.

The phrase 'no matter what your identity' was, hit his heart.

After all, there are not many normal people in the team now.

It's just too reasonable, and I always feel that it doesn't match their team at all.

Letting the devil be a hero...does he want to purify the opponent's heart?How will it end then?Restoring memories really won't arouse the idea of ​​​​destroying the world in a fit of anger?

He didn't think this trip to the abyss, which was neither long nor short, could really purify the demon king's mind.

At least now, he felt the cold malice hidden under the gentleman's smile.

What to use to influence?

love?

Who can love that look of cutting carrots?

Just thinking about it makes me sympathize with that unidentified creature that couldn't possibly exist.

Irene's thoughts drifted nonsensically, and she glanced at Bishop's black robe quietly.

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small theater

Irene: Who can afford to love the Black Hearted Demon King!It's so pathetic.

Ten years later

(Unknown creature that cannot exist) Irene: Hey, my dear is awesome!You stupid mortals don't understand his goodness!

Bishop: Be good. (bends down and kisses Irene on the brow)

Erin: Here too. (nods his mouth)

Author: Hehe, Irene, is it fragrant?

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