The King of Knights

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A world full of flowers, with bright flowers blooming on both sides of the path. At the end of the trail leads to the top of the hillside, at the end of which is a tall white tower.

Strolling around, Lucifer was a little strange at the moment, he looked at the flowers around him and looked at the world in front of him. For a moment, he wondered if he had crossed into some strange place again.

Everything in front of you faintly has the shadow of Britain, but you can’t see any buildings that belong to Britain, and only a white tower stands tall in the world.

There was a girl’s voice in my ears.

It’s so dark and uncomfortable here, who can come and save me. Go away, why me…

Such a voice echoes in the ears, but the owner of the voice cannot be seen. The closer you get to the tower, the clearer the sound becomes, as if a young girl is calling for help.

On the side of the road, Lucifer bent over, his hand reaching for a purple rose.

“Purple roses, imprisoned love. Is the princess imprisoned in the tower waiting for the arrival of her inner prince? Lucifer took off this rose, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but smile slightly.

The moment Lucifer picked up the flower, a strange scene appeared. All the flowers on both sides turned into purple roses at this moment, and a gust of wind blew through, and the petals in the sky flew in the wind. They are like beautiful butterflies flying in the direction of the tower.

Lucifer put the flower in his hand to his chest, and he followed the direction pointed by the petals, heading into the distance.

In front of the huge iron gate, Lucifer saw what seemed to be the coat of arms of double dragons on the door. His hands were placed on the gate, and with little force, the gate opened automatically. At the same time, a flash of light flashed on Lucifer’s body, and his armor turned into a white evening dress.

Behind the door, you will be greeted by a grand ball. Gothic attire, rows of masked players on the high platform, and a huge clock hangs on the wall directly above. What was even more surprising was that all the girls involved had the same faces, they looked the same as Joan of Arc outside, but the color of their hair changed from blonde to white, and their long twisted braids fluttered in the dance with the black dress.

And when Lucifer paid attention to the men participating in the ball, he couldn’t help but feel a chill. Because all men wear a silver-white mask, the opening on the mask is like a smiling face, revealing a chill. They wore the same dresses as Lucifer.

“Masquerade?”

Before Lucifer could understand the meaning of the scene in front of him, a young girl from the dance came over. She held out her hand to Lucifer, like an elegant lady.

Lucifer looked into the gentle eyes of the girl in front of him, and after looking at it for a long time, he did not take the girl’s hand. He bypassed her and walked to the high platform where the distant player was.

The girl was ignored by Lucifer, but it seemed. As it happened, a moment later a light flashed in front of her eyes, and another masquerade dancer appeared, he held the girl’s hand, and he joined the ball.

Lucifer came to the musicians, looked closely, and found an interesting thing, everyone here played according to the sheet music in the hands of the masked conductor, and when the conductor’s score changed, everyone else changed with it.

“That’s kind of a hint for me,” Lucifer muttered, picking up a stack of staves and starting to write.

At this moment, he didn’t think about what the so-called correct answer was, he just wanted to simply write the song in his memory for the girl who was trapped here.

Sispuellamagica

After a while, Lucifer wrote the entire piece, which he put on the stage of the conductor mask, replacing the conductor’s previous piece.

In an instant, the styles of all the players also changed. The religious exotic style outlines the night of the witch’s arrival, and the lamenting notes seem to tell the sadness and helplessness of fate.

The change in music caused everyone in the dance party to change, and their dance steps also moved with the music, like a neat row of machinery. Finally, in such a change, Lucifer found that among the hundreds of pairs of dancers, there was a single object.

The girl, dressed in a black dress, was standing in the center of the ball, her expression a little impatient, and she seemed to be a little overwhelmed. She looks exactly like the other girls here, the only difference may be her expression and eyes.

Lucifer slowly came to the girl’s eyes, and he held the purple rose in his hand to signal to the girl.

“Beautiful young lady, tonight, do I have the honor to invite you to accompany me?”

“Are you inviting me?”

The girl looked at Lucifer, and then Lucifer realized that the girl was the biggest difference between Joan of Arc. It was the eyes, Joan’s eyes were too gentle, but the girl’s eyes were quite sharp.

“Who else deserves it but you?”

“Well… Yes? There are so many people here, why not go and don’t look for other people, don’t bother me. The girl was very happy at first, but immediately seemed to change her face. A look of disgust.

Lucifer’s expression was stunned, and he was still wondering what was going on. But the voice from before came back in his ears, and the timbre of that voice was exactly the same as that of the girl in front of him.

‘Ah! A sucker! A sucker! What the hell are you talking about! Why not promise, why say such nasty things, why not be frank, to be hated again. ’

Listening to this as if complaining to someone’s own, Lucifer’s expression turned into a smile again.

“Yes, there are many beautiful ladies here, but unfortunately, they all have their own dance partners. Now that I’m alone, can you please dance with me? ”

Lucifer held out his hand again, and he made a standard gesture of invitation. This time, the girl finally did not refuse.

“First of all, you invited me. I just saw that you didn’t have a dance partner to promise you. ”

“Of course!”

The girl took Lucifer’s hand and acted a little rusty. Lucifer took the opportunity to pull her over and put the flower in his hand on her head. The purple flowers gradually turn white.

Sure enough, no matter what world it is, Black Joan is a dead tsundere.

Lucifer had participated in many aristocratic banquets before, and he was familiar with all kinds of dance moves. At this time, he suddenly discovered an interesting situation, that is, the black Joan in front of him did not dance.

The two of them were not so much dancing as Lucifer had been guiding her and teaching her how to dance. Walking among the music, the smile on Lucifer’s face obviously misunderstood something for the girl with low self-esteem in front of him. _

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