Type Month; My Fiancée is Political

With a sigh, she was a little confused about what was going on in the other's mind about the younger brother Iskandar.

After walking out of Miezha College, she did not return to the luxurious villa that the family specially prepared for her in the capital, but followed the traces in her memory and walked out of the city.

"There's a martial arts training course going down, so call Alexander back as soon as possible."

Knowing clearly where Alexander likes to relax most, she doesn't want to be alone in the afternoon classes.

Gradually walking along the path to the field outside the city, she did see Iskandar who was there, and "who is that person"

For the first time, the demon eyes of gold and silver felt that they couldn't see through a person. It wasn't that the pair of demon eyes could see through everything, but Hephaestion could roughly see through a person with his eyes.

For example, Iskandar's kind of... heroic and great, destined to be king.

There is also the teacher Aristotle's... rich knowledge and philosophical face, the kind of his parents... without the slightest affection, only the interests of a puppet.

It is precisely because he has seen too much and knows too much that Hephaestion has only Iskander, who is regarded as a younger brother, and Aristotle, a teacher who makes her respect.

But now, looking at Genryu-in, whose face was like a floating cloud not far away, Hephaestion's heart was beating non-stop.

What is that, what is it, the unknown existence, the existence that she does not understand, the existence that scares her, the existence she does not know.

The clouds in the sky were instantly torn apart by the light, and the girl seemed to have seen the existence she dreamed of. That kind of... dazzling light really made her yearn for it.

"Little girl, are you alright?"

When he came back to his senses, Hephaestion, who didn't know where he was, found that he was not lying on the cold hard floor. The place she was in was a hot, warm embrace.

The good smell is like the memories left by her mother when she was a child. When she opened her eyes, she heard for the first time that someone didn't speak ill of her eyes, but "beautiful eyes, little girl."

That's what the man said.

—————————Separation line ——————————— It is set that Hephaestion is the shadow warrior of Iskandar, who replaced his brother’s name and was replaced by Iskandar. Dahl's mother - an existence made by Olympias, but I will slightly modify it here, she is her, Hephaestion, an ordinary girl.

Chapter [*]. He is not bound by this land

"monster!"

"Go away, monster!"

"Monster monster, she's a monster!"

"Hee hee hee, dreadful Hephaestion."

Will a good person be admired by those around them? Will a good person be admired by those around them? No.

Regardless of

Both history and reality tell us that excellent people will not only not be loved, but will be excluded.

From the moment she was born, she was burdened with a compulsive magic eye of the highest level, and what impressed Hephaestion most when she was a child was the abuse and exclusion of her by the noble children around her.

After that, due to the existence of the pair of gold and silver demon eyes, she grew up and was sent to the capital by her father, and met King Philip II.

It was there that she saw her teacher Aristotle, and the cheerful Iskandar.

"What a magical eye, it must be a treasure given to Macedonia by God."

Staring at the pair of gold and silver eyes, this is the answer given by Aristotle.

"Very spirited eyes."

This is the answer given by the young Iskandar.

"Spiritual magic is this my eyes"

The description of himself in memory has never been of any benefit, some are just endless ridicule and malice. The first time I heard someone compliment my eyes, Hephaestion gradually merged into this big family.

She became the sister who took care of Iskandar and became a disciple of Aristotle, and this was the first time she heard such words today.

"Your eyes are very beautiful."

"What is beautiful"

There has never been a similar concept. Hephaestion's little heart still doesn't know that as a woman, he is thirsting for beauty. The first time I heard someone praise her for her beautiful eyes, she was a little drunk.

"Iskander, Hephaestion, what happened to you two today"

In the evening, looking at the absent-minded two people, I don't care about Iskandar's personality. What Aristotle didn't understand was why Hephaestion, who had always been cautious in his words and deeds, was so dazed.

What the hell happened to these two children? "Iskandar and Hephaestion didn't know if it was time to tell the story of Genryuin.

After all, let's not say it, the other party is his own teacher Aristotle, and Genryuin did not say that his whereabouts should be kept secret.

But let's just say, I always feel that this is the act of a whistleblower, and the two of them don't really want to do it.

After thinking about it for a long time, they could only use Shen to say their answers.

"You two, you have also learned to keep secrets.

Forget it, bring that person to see me tomorrow, as an old man, I want to know what kind of existence is this guy who can keep the two of you tight-lipped at the same time."

With a sigh, as an old Stoude, of course he could easily see through the minds of the young Iskandar and Hephaestion, although he did not know who these two little guys met, but no matter who they were.

Whether it was Iskandar or Hephaestion, there was absolutely nothing wrong with their vision.

So, that... the unknown man must be very interesting, right?

In Miezha College, which is known as the cradle of Macedonia and the mythology of ancient Greece, there are several conference rooms and reception rooms, which are not only used by the tutors in the college, but also entertain foreign VIPs. , even Philip II once met those envoys of other countries here.

Standing at the door of the room, Aristotle confirmed his appearance.

This high-class robe can be worn to a large party hosted by Philip II, and the perfume sprinkled on the neckline and sleeves exudes a pleasant fragrance.

It stands to reason that he doesn't need to be so grand, but his intuition as a great sage tells him that the person Iskander and Hephaestion met must have his own special charm.

He has almost no interest in politics or social interaction, and even if he has knowledge in this area, he has never thought of stepping into the political world.

An and steady training talents for Macedonia, he subconsciously does not want his appearance to be untidy and hurt the prestige of the empire.

"Fine, no problem."

After confirming that there was no disorder in his clothes, he slowly walked to the door of the reception room, and then opened the door.

The decoration is not luxurious, but it is very solemn and full of bookishness. There is only one man in the room, wearing a black long gown, and the other side shows Aristotle only a back.

[Is this the...mysterious oriental person?

] "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Quietly closing the door, Aristotle suddenly felt something strange.

"It's ok."

Turning back and looking at this...a well-known Macedonian scholar, Yuanliuyuan smiled.

"Sorry, Mr. Aristotle, I personally don't want to waste my time on pointless things, so I'll take it with all due respect."

The gentle attitude and polite tone are only aimed at those who are dear to and pleasing to the eye, other than that, Yuanliuyuan has no mercy in other matters.

In other words, his temper is that kind of... when it breaks, it breaks.

He didn't hide the great Qin's fortune and the spirit of the emperor, and he didn't even have the magic power that suppressed the beating of the dragon's heart.

"Speak What"

Without reacting to Genryuin's intentions, Aristotle felt a burst of explosions coming towards him.

"This is because the sound has lost decibels, it's not that it can't be shouted, it's that it can't be shouted.

The body was attacked by the magic power like the pressure of the wind, this powerful magic power, Aristotle had never even heard of it.

Moreover, the kind of... imperial fortune on the other side, this is no longer a dynasty or empire can be described, but a whole world.

"Impossible"

Aristotle shrank and shivered like a man battered by the freezing wind.

Impossible, there can't be such a thing.

Impossible - there is a power that you can't recognize.

However, the magic power and imperial fortune that have gathered to the essence are telling Aristotle that this... is undoubtedly an emperor, an emperor more than a hundred times stronger than Philip II.

For such an unknown existence, the moment he came to Macedonia, the world seemed to be covered with flashes of light, and Aristotle felt that his consciousness was suddenly blank.

He couldn't understand what was happening in front of him.

Just like the ants can't understand human thoughts, this dimensional gap makes him unable to understand.

Then, he heard the smiling answer from the man in front of him.

"Hello, Mr. Aristotle, I want to tell you that I have come to help Iskandar become king.

His future is far from being bound by this land."

In this way, on the day he came to Macedonia, Genryuin became the vice president of Miezha College, and officially became the teacher of Iskandar and Hephaestion.

Chapter [*]. The Battle of Chaeronia

"Hephaestion, you seem to be out of shape these days."

In Miezha Academy, with Aristotle in a state of semi-retirement, five years have passed since Macedonia at this time.

From the originally handsome and beautiful boy, he gradually grew crooked and became a burly man with a height of 212. Iskandar has short red hair with dark red pupils, and is wearing a huge red cloak. His determined face is eye-catching. Afterwards, it was unforgettable. In terms of momentum, he could already be on par with many generals.

Looking at Hephaestion, who seems to be out of shape in recent days, in Iskandar's heart, this Hephaestion who grew up with him since childhood, said to be a childhood sweetheart friend, is actually his elder sister. Hephaestion has a very high status important.

And he also knew each other very well.

"It's alright, Iskandar.

If something really happens, I'll be frank with you."

Nodding lightly, Hephaestion's temperament is that kind of... very cold.

Biting her lower lip lightly, she had no friendship since she was a child, and she has been in contact with very few people in her life.

Parents who don't treat her as an adult but as a puppet, Iskandar who is her younger brother, Aristotle who taught her half of her childhood, and that...cause she's in a trance now and doesn't know what to do new teacher.