Act 83 Past Balls IV

The moonlight was as bright as silver, shining on the floor.

The little prince stood coquettishly at the boundary between light and darkness. In the darkness, only the pointed chin of a girl was revealed, as well as the slender upper body and the hazy outline of the dress. Silver-gray eyes like gems were visible in the darkness. Shining and full of shyness, she stretched out her hands and grabbed the skirts on both sides awkwardly.

Although it is just an outline in the dark, Brando is very satisfied.

Haruze hesitated slightly before slowly walking out. First came a pair of silver shoes tied with a bow, then the snowy silver hem of a lace-trimmed dress, and then the petite upper body - dressed like a noble princess, the long dress wrapped in silver and the huge breasts The bow reveals slender collarbones and rounded shoulders like a little girl; the hair has also grown longer, tied into a bunch at the back of the head, with a strand of curly silver hair hanging down on each temple, and the ponytail also has many fluffy silver hair. Volume, looks very elegant.

The moonlight shone on his body, and his snow-white skin and silver clothing reflected a faint glimmer of light, making him look like a holy mountain elf. Haruze stared at the ground, blushing to the root of his slender neck. His pointed ears twitched shyly, and he blinked his big eyes full of water vapor gently and slowly.

Brando was stunned for a moment.

In front of him, there was still the shy little prince Haruze, who was clearly the smaller Princess Griffin. No, Her Royal Highness the Princess does not have such a weak temperament. Such temperament perfectly complements the little prince's women's clothing. Brando never dreamed that he would see the gentle and quiet Princess Griffin.

He couldn't help coughing: "This...should I call you Prince Haruze, or Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

Although this proposal was made by him, he couldn't help but regret it at this time. Brando himself didn't expect that Haruze would look like this after putting on women's clothing.

I hope there won't be any sequelae.

"Mr. Brando...Teacher, I will be really angry if you say that again." Haruze frowned. replied somewhat angrily. He looked around at his outfit. His face couldn't help but still be a little red. "This, this is just a necessary choice to leave this dreamland, but not to give the teacher a chance to make fun of me -"

Brando was slightly startled. He didn't expect that his little student would be so shy. How could he still say such words. Even on ordinary days, the little prince rarely dared to talk back to him.

He almost thought he had an illusion for a moment, and couldn't help but stare at Haruze strangely.

The little prince lowered his head. He asked in a low voice: "When going to a banquet, ladies can't wear swords, right?"

Brando nodded.

"Then please help me put away the lion's teeth, teacher." Haruze handed his sword to Brando. Only then did Brando realize that his student seemed to have changed. As he took the sword and put it into the dimensional hole, he asked softly: "Haruze, you look a bit like your sister now - ―”

"Well, I don't know why I think of my sister." The little prince blushed and nodded: "But the teacher is right, people can't always rely on others to live. To leave this dreamland, I must also work hard. Okay. There are many people in Eruin who are suffering in this way and that. Compared to them, this is just a small difficulty."

Brando's eyes lit up slightly.

He actually didn't spend much time convincing Haruze before. It's just a possibility to tell this own student. Of course they could spend more time looking for that unfounded fiancée. But the dreamland of the lost is itself a world that is falling apart, and every extra minute of time left here. It will be more dangerous.

Perhaps the Lost One had such considerations in mind when he let Haruze enter this dream. Although I don’t know what its plan is, the mission in the dream must be closely related to everyone who enters this dream.

It will never be the task of one person. So he told Haruze frankly about the dangers and risks, letting him choose by himself, and told him that he could bear the same risks with him.

In the end Haruze chose this simple method.

He originally thought it was just because of the little prince's weak compromise, but he didn't expect that this was what he had in mind.

Brando couldn't help but feel a little relieved. The little prince's blind weakness was almost disappointing, but he didn't expect that one day he would wake up. Although it is a bit dumbfounding, when the future King of Eruin talks about how he changed his life, will he say that it was because of a piece of women's clothing?

However, although it is difficult to change your personality for a while, as long as you have this understanding in your heart, you will at least gradually become stronger. Historically, Haruze also became independent and married Elara, so he might not be able to become a real king in this world.

All it takes is an opportunity.

Brando smiled: "You can say that, it's a bit surprising. But your sister will be very happy, at least you look like a qualified king now."

But will the king wear women's clothes? As a player, Brando will inevitably have some weird thoughts in his mind.

"That, that's because the teacher made me understand that I can fight and win with my own sword..." Haruze replied quietly: "Actually, I am very grateful. I don't know whether I, what I did is right or wrong. , but I think I should choose to face it first."

"Well said, it's so gratifying to have a student like you. Since you have such an idea, let's face this task together."

Brando stretched out his hand, "Actually, I have a vague feeling that this mission may have something to do with you, Haruze." He frowned slightly, thinking of Her Royal Highness the Princess in Menstros Castle, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart for a moment. . “How will history play out this time?”

"Is it related to me?"

Brando nodded: "I think Viscount Cardel had his own considerations in letting you dress up like this. Although everything in the dream is weird, there is no connection between things."

The little prince did not dare to refute, so he could only hum in a low voice.

Brando stretched out his hand and looked at him.

Haruze was slightly startled and looked at his teacher. Brando sighed. "Put up your hand. You don't want people to think that Viscount Caddell is an uneducated and gentlemanly person, do you?"

"But, but..." The little prince was immediately dumbfounded.

"You are wearing gloves, what are you afraid of? Besides, this is just a dream, what are you thinking about? Practice it first so as not to get involved in the future." Brando stared at his student and said, this is not a lie. When doing missions in the past, they used to dress up as various people; players even had a self-deprecating line. An actor's self-cultivation is an essential quality for every player.

Of course, especially for players like Nightingale.

It is also common for men to dress up as women and women to dress up as men.

The little prince responded and put his hand on Brando's hand. But there was nothing unusual about Brando. He had fully entered the task state. He carefully inspected His Royal Highness the Prince's attire, and then asked: "Do you know what a noble lady in the upper class looks like?"

"Hmm... I probably know a little bit."

"Take a few steps and show me."

Haruze blushed and took two steps shyly. But Brando immediately shouted: "Stop-" Haruze raised his head and looked at him in confusion. Brando couldn't help but shook his head: "Forget it. You should just walk how you usually do now." In fact, you originally looked more like a girl..."

The little prince was stunned for a moment, then stared at his teacher with gritted teeth.

But Brando didn't care at all, his mind had already flown to the palace in the royal city. Previous life. Prince Haruze should also be at this banquet. What did he witness? Brando vaguely felt that his memory, the memory of the little prince, and the memory of Kader had been entangled together. There must be a potential knot in it.

But to solve the mystery. I guess I can only go to the center of that incident.

So after practicing for a while in the 'Saint Girl's Clothing Store', Brando took the little prince directly out. Because he was in a dream, he directly copied Viscount Cardel's carriage, mounted four snow-white horses, and headed straight for the center of the royal city.

The carriage passed through the main road of the Royal City, Eruin's former capital, and every street and lane in Menstros seemed so familiar to Brando's eyes at this moment. It seems that as the memory goes deeper, everything that has become blurred in the past is gradually becoming clear again.

This process is like searching for Viscount Cardel's memory while also repairing his own memory. Brando looked at the familiar shops, fountains, and squares. This route was just like the street he walked through when he went to the banquet with his senior sister that day. Details that were originally hazy are gradually becoming clear.

It's like going back to that period of history.

Brando's breathing gradually became rapid. He frowned and looked at the lights in the night, as if he was back in Eruin's day. The Valkyrie had died in battle, and the entire kingdom was shrouded in sorrow.

But the nobles were still indulged in the sensuality, and the bustling palaces and brilliant lights seemed to be the last elegy of the kingdom.

The light turned into a sea of ​​fire in Brando's eyes.

"Teacher?" Haruze turned around and noticed that something was wrong with Brando's expression.

Only then did Brando come back to his senses. He shook his head at his student - to be honest, the little prince looked like a smaller princess now. He hesitated and said, "Haruze, you may see some scenes you can't imagine later."

"Is it because you are in a dream?"

"Roughly the same--"

"But no matter what happens, you can't be impulsive. The dream itself is a weird but logical world. Its logic is closely linked to memory, and there is no point in changing the dream - our task is to make up for the pain in Viscount Cardel's heart. Regret." Brando paused: "Do you understand?"

When he said this, it was better to say that he was reminding himself. Of course he understood what happened at the banquet, but he knew he had to restrain his emotions.

Because this is a dream, a world of memories.

Haruze nodded in understanding.

At this time the carriage finally stopped.

Brando opened the car door. But it was at that time that his hand froze, and he stared blankly at the person standing outside the car door. It was like seeing a terrible nightmare.

Nymesis—no, or rather, a woman who looked exactly like the female knight stood under the carriage, looked at him, compared the pieces of paper in her hand, then raised her head and smiled slightly:

"Viscount Caddell, right?"

Brando felt as if a huge wave was rising in his heart.

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(PS: I have something to do today, that’s all. I’ll treat the rest as debt, but it won’t necessarily be made up soon. My current limit is basically 10,000 a day. I’ll make up for it if I have inspiration.

In addition, I saw the book review from the Taiwan branch yesterday, which really made me feel a little embarrassed. In fact, I didn’t intentionally stop updating and then stopped hearing from it. How can I put it... ==, I always feel embarrassed to ask for leave all the time, so I just avoid seeing people. alright! I will pay attention to it in the future. )