Fairy’s Box

After rubbing her ears and temples for a while, the Valkyrie seemed to be in a state again, her whole body was limp, as if all the bones had been pulled away, and only her strength gave off an inaudible gasp. Sigurdo rested on Yale's broad shoulders, like a gluttonous puppy, sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his side face constantly.

The black-haired knight was a little tickled by the Valkyrie, so he reached out and patted her on the head, but this inadvertent detail made the Valkyrie pause. As the joyful aftertaste gradually faded, Sigurdor's mind has been awake a lot, a line is opened between the tightly closed eyes, the amber pupils are flickering in the depths of autumn, and he looks at him suspiciously:

"What, are you not feeling well?"

"Of course it's comfortable, but I have something on my mind."

Yale concealed his emotions, embraced the other person's slender waist, and approached Valkyrie's pretty face. From this angle, he could even see the delicate fluff on her face and the gradually moist eyelashes.

"..."

There was a mist in Sigurdor's eyes, Xiafei's cheeks, and tiny beads of sweat oozing from the tip of his nose, opened his lips actively, revealing the tip of his fresh pink tongue.

Just when the two were about to kiss each other, their eyes flashed at the same time and stopped.

Da da da--!

There was a crisp echo of the delicate heels hitting the floor in the corridor. At first, it was stylish and a little hesitant. After a few steps, it began to speed up, and finally it was a trot, and it was quickly approaching the bedroom.

"someone is coming……"

The black-haired knight was relieved, stood up holding the Valkyrie, and stretched out his hand to straighten her messy hair,

"It's okay, it's Sophia."

Sigurdor seemed to enjoy his touch, squinting his eyes comfortably, until the door was knocked, and then he reluctantly pushed his hand away.

"I know, I know!"

The Valkyrie responded with a light or heavy response, leaned over and picked up her shirt from the floor, and just put it on her body without buttoning it, and walked over to open the door.

Yale just raised his head and met the man's eyes.

He saw the other person's eyes, which were a pair of eyes as clear as water, reflecting the moonlight outside the window, looking a little sharp, with a hint of familiarity in the strangeness.

The Valkyrie Sophia, the commander of the guards outside Valhalla Palace, and Sigurdor are also known as the most outstanding warriors of the contemporary era.

This Valkyrie has beautiful dark green pupils, and is half a head shorter than Sigurdor, but still tall and slender, wearing a delicate emerald armor at this time. Waist-length pale pink hair shone like a fringe, with a silk headband of the same color braided in the hair, combed into two beautiful ponytails.

Her complexion is very white, not the kind of white that is modified by smearing powder, but a vibrant ivory white, like a white rose soaked in water, and her facial features are as delicate as the sculptures under the knife of a famous craftsman, without any flaws.

Sophia stood by the door with a cold face, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, with a straight posture like a javelin, staring at the old opponent with sullen eyes, and asked straight to the point:

"You went to Valhalla late at night?"

"Yes."

Sigurdo glanced at Yale, and when he saw that he did not respond, he nodded in recognition.

"Your Excellency Edmond is very angry, you'd better go to her to explain it yourself." At the same time as Sophia spoke, she smelled the strange smell in the air and frowned inadvertently.

"Sorry, Sophia, I have now decided to give up the darkness and cast the light, and I don't plan to continue to mix with Duke Edmond and the like."

Sigurdor sat on the low wooden table wearing a white shirt, waved his hand, and said the matter of changing the door in a careless manner, and seemed not to care about it.

Sophia blinked, her expression quickly became solemn, she walked directly in front of the other party, and stared at her in an aggressive manner:

"Who bought you? Madame Cecilia?"

"No, it's not her, I draw a line with you, in order to be loyal to Queen Hiluda."

"Allegiance to that doll?"

Sophia's eyes were slightly raised, the corners of her lips were raised, and she seemed to almost laugh:

"Don't you know the truth of that doll? The only thing she is good at is making mistakes. Over the years, have you seen her use her right once?"

"Sophia, although I don't mind how you describe the Queen..."

Sigurdo tilted his head, spread his hands helplessly, and said with a distressed expression: "But when you say this in front of her guardian star, you must pay attention to the consequences!"

"Guardian?"

Sophia only started to look at Yale formally at this time. In her eyes, the other party was just a humble man in trousers, shirtless, messy hair, but unusually calm eyes.

"The eighth dark star admitted by the Queen herself." Sigurdor explained.

"it's him?"

Sophia looked at each other critically, silently clenched the hilt of the sword, the muscles and bones of the whole body squirmed at the same time, tightened to the limit in an instant, and could explode a thunder blow at any time.

"Yes, it's me."

The black-haired knight nodded happily, stood up slowly, his liger-like back swelled, and a series of crunching noises erupted from his bones, like thunder.

"..."

When the Valkyrie saw this scene, her expression suddenly became a little more vigilant. She drew out her sword with a clang, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the moonlight fell on it. ,

"Even if I warn you not to tell you what happened today, you won't be obedient, will you?" She asked with a picturesque brow and a smile.

"So you're going to be silent?"

Yale calmly stood on the spot, glanced at the sharp sword in her hand that turned into ripples, the smile grew stronger, and there was a bit of mockery in the depths of his pupils.

Whoosh-!

Sophia didn't speak, and instantly slashed with her sword. The entire bedroom was instantly divided into two by a rippling sword light. The translucent edge was extremely sharp, and the light curved forward in the thickened air medium, making the scene look somewhat Slightly twisted.

boom--!

The black-haired knight punched out without hesitation, his forearm spun outward, like an iron spear spirally stabbed, and the rippling sword light in the middle of the fist smashed it to pieces.

boom--!

The sword light cracked, and the Ripple Sword reflected the broken light like a broken mirror. At this moment, Yalei leaned forward, and the whole person crashed directly into the sword light. The air vibrated and roared, and then the five fingers pinched and grasped like iron tongs, and directly pulled out a section of the sword from the void.

"You can save a life, not because of luck, but because I want to give you a chance to choose again."

The black-haired knight held the sharp sword and looked at her with cold eyes. He folded his five fingers together, and clenched the sharp steel blade into crumbs.

"..."

Sophia was holding a half dagger and stood on the spot in a trance, as if she didn't understand what just happened.