Lisenwein's eyes gradually deepened, and his taut jawline became more sharp and profound.
The romantic melody still echoed in the room, but the melodiousness and pathos originally lingering in the air seemed to be diluted by a kind of condensation and sharpness.
Just like the spring when the mountain flowers were originally blooming, a bleak cold wind suddenly rushed in. It was not too sudden, but it brought a slightly cool breath that could not be ignored.
Sherrill opened his eyes as if feeling something, just in time to see Lisenwein's unblinking gaze.
Noticing the coldness in Lisenwein's eyes and where his gaze lingered, the beautiful golden eyes under Sherrill's mask raised slightly.
He raised the hand that had been kissed by Queen Seo, glanced at the red lipstick remaining on his fingers, and then raised his eyes at Lisenwein who said nothing. There was something in his soft tone. A very intriguing smile: "You seem to care about it very much."
Cheryl didn't care about this mark. As long as he returned to the mirror, the remaining lip grease would be wiped away automatically.
But Lisenwein didn't know this.
There was no need for Sherrill to explain it to him in particular.
Listening to Cheryl's somewhat meaningful words, although Lisenwein still did not speak, the silence at this time was undoubtedly equivalent to acquiescence.
Be silent, care, and don't refute.
This kind of Lisenwein suddenly made Cheryl feel a little bit teasing.
After all, he is one of the incarnations of the soul of the God of Light. In Sherrill's eyes, Lisenveen is somewhat different from others.
Cheryl stretched out his hand in the direction of Lisenwein and said very naturally: "In that case, come and wipe it off for me."
Lisenwein stood still and did not move.
Cheryl didn't take back his hand either.
The eyes of the two people met again in the air. There was some indiscernible thinking hidden in the calmness, and there was a bit of casualness in the smile.
Neither Lisenwein nor Sherrill spoke anymore, only the music from the gramophone still slowly lingered in the air.
One second, two seconds...
Neither of the two people looking at each other looked away first.
It's like a silent game. In the end, who will compromise first?
And this scene is very similar to that night in Gersha North District.
That confrontation was about saying good night to each other.
It ended with Lisenwein saying good night.
This time...
After a while, Lisenwein moved again.
He walked to the dark gray wooden cabinet where Cheryl was sitting and took out a dark handkerchief.
Due to performing various dangerous tasks all year round, his body would inevitably be splashed with blood. Over time, he developed the habit of carrying a handkerchief with him.
Looking at Lisenwein making the move, Sherrill was not surprised by the result.
From the first time Lisenwein compromised in front of him, it was destined that every subsequent time would end with Lisenwein's compromise.
There is a first time, there is a second time.
It couldn't be simpler.
In order to facilitate Lisenwein's wiping, Sherrill raised his fingers with red lipstick remaining.
His fingers are very slender and slender, like carefully carved works of art. Even the slightly raised arc has a smooth and clear beauty.
Lisenwein stared at the finger for two seconds, then held up Sherrill's wrist with his left hand, and started wiping it with a handkerchief in his right hand.
Lisenwein's breath was undoubtedly cold, like a sharp blade filled with cold light, but compared with the natural coldness emanating from his bone marrow, his body temperature was not cold.
Through a thin and flat bandage, Sherrill could feel the temperature of Lisenwein's fingertips on his wrist.
It's not very warm, but it's still warm enough for people with lower body temperatures.
The soothing melody is still playing slowly...
In this love-related music, Lisenwein wipes Cheryl's fingers, and Cheryl watches Lisenwein wipe his own.
At first glance, they seemed to be close lovers.
But it was just a sudden look.
Because there is no deep love and tenderness in the eyes of the person wiping, and the person being wiped has no touch or feeling of being cared for.
One just thinks it would be more interesting to let the other party wipe the traces, and the other just thinks that since the traces are annoying to him, he will go with the flow, follow the inner driving, and completely erase the annoying traces.
Lisenwein wiped it carefully.
His movements were not gentle, but they were not rough either. He even deliberately controlled the force. However, the lipstick remained on the skin of Cheryl's knuckles for too long. He wanted to wipe the traces thoroughly with a handkerchief that had not been moistened with water in advance. Cleaning, isn't that easy, nor is it done that quickly.
However, Lisenwein showed extra patience in this matter.
He didn't say anything, he just concentrated on wiping with a handkerchief bit by bit.
In the end, although the remaining lipstick on Cheryl's fingers was wiped off, the skin in that area was even redder.
It was the red color left by rubbing the handkerchief back and forth on it.
Compared with the lipstick that was only floating on the surface, the red at this moment seemed to seep out from the skin, like a red plum branch peeking out from the frost and snow, with a cool and fragile beauty.
Lisenwein looked a little dazed.
It wasn't until he heard a slight tut of unknown meaning that he put down the hand that was dragging Sherrill's wrist and took back his handkerchief.
Cheryl glanced at his red fingers, raised his eyelids, and said unhurriedly: "Lisenwein, did you do this on purpose?"
Lisenwein raised his eyes and met Cheryl's gaze. He answered with two words for the first time: "No."
But one thing he had to admit was that this red looked at least more pleasing to the eye than the color of lipstick.
Sherrill raised his eyebrows slightly. After hearing Lisenwein's denial, he did not continue the topic. After all, it was just a casual comment. He knew very well whether Lisenwein did it on purpose.
He put his hand back on the painted surface of the wooden cabinet and continued to listen to the music without speaking.
And once Sherrill fell silent, Lisenwein, who was already taciturn, would not take the initiative to speak.
He looked at Cheryl for two seconds, then turned and went to the bathroom.
Before being summoned by the queen, he had just finished a mission. Although he did not draw his sword and saw no blood, he still needed to clean up.
Not long after, there was a slight sound of running water in the bathroom.
Whether it was because of the music outside or some other reason, the water washed over Lisenwein's body, but in his mind, Cheryl's fingers that were rubbed red by his handkerchief appeared in his mind.
He remembered the feeling of holding up the opponent's wrist with his left hand. Under that thin layer of bandage, there was a kind of slender but not soft bone.
He also remembered the slight curve of his thin white fingers when he wiped them with a handkerchief.
This shouldn't have been in his mind.
It shouldn't show up at this time.
Lisenwein raised his neck and lowered the temperature of the water, then closed his eyes and let the gradually cooling water droplets drip down his cheeks.
In this way, until the cold water flowed from his chin to his neck, and finally disappeared into his tight chest, the strange movement in his heart was extinguished.
After a few minutes.
Lisenwein came out of the bathroom.
He immediately looked at Sherrill and found that he was still sitting on the dark gray wooden cabinet, maintaining the same sitting position when he entered. He was enjoying the music and looked very relaxed, with a sense of laziness and carelessness all around him.
Lisenwein didn't know how many pieces of music were recorded on the record that was playing on the gramophone.
However, he knew that since the black-haired young man said that he would not return to the mirror until he finished listening, he would definitely not stop in the middle.
Lisenwein looked away and began to wipe his hair.
His hair is not long and does not require magical drying.
After drying his hair with a dry towel, Lisenwein glanced at the clock on the wall.
In forty minutes, the hour hand will reach the number twelve.
At this point in time, most of the citizens of Bertha Liton's country had fallen asleep.
Noticing Lisenwein's movement of looking at the clock, Sherrill smiled slightly, tilted his head and said, "Do you need me to turn off the light for you?"
What he said sounded a bit considerate, as if he was caring about others, but if he was truly considerate, he would have stopped the music on the gramophone at this time.
But Sherrill obviously didn't mean that.
"Soothing music can help you sleep." He said.
In the end, Lisenwein turned off the lights himself.
Without the illumination of the lights, there was only the dim light brought by the bright moon in the room.
Lisenwein lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and listened to gentle music. Diagonally across the bed, there was another subtle breath.
This was a scene he had never imagined before. He was a little uncomfortable with it, but he didn't hate it.
Time passes little by little...
When the last piece of music on the record was played, Sherrill turned off the phonograph and walked to the bedside.
He looked down at Lisenwein who was sleeping with his eyes closed. The light of the bright moon fell on Lisenwein's face, softening the overly sharp contours.
Sherrill looked at Lisenwein for two seconds, and then as if he thought of something funny, he slightly hooked up the corners of his lips, took off his mask and slowly leaned over, while observing Lisenwein, he moved his face closer to him little by little. Got him.
Just when Cheryl's lips were about to touch the tip of Lisenwein's nose, Lisenwein, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes.
His eyes were very clear, without a hint of sleepiness. The light amber pupils reflected Cheryl's beautiful face.
This is not a state in which a person who has fallen asleep suddenly wakes up.
He looked at Sherrill, who was close at hand. Although there was no change in expression on his face, the flash in his eyes for a moment showed that his mood was not as calm as on his face.
Cheryl also looked at him, his slightly raised lips were like bright red tonka flowers: "Sure enough, I still opened my eyes..." He distanced himself slightly and said slowly without any surprise.
Lisenwein looked directly into Cheryl's eyes: "It doesn't make any sense for you to do this."
His voice was as cold as ever, but in this calm tone, there seemed to be a hint of unease.
And this was said to Sherrill, as well as to himself.
Sherrill chuckled: "Not everything needs to be meaningful." He blinked his eyelashes at Lisenwein, his black hair was like ink, and there was a trace of narrowness hanging down from the corner of his eyes: "Just like just now, I I just want to verify whether you plan to continue pretending to be asleep or keep your eyes open."
It just happened on a whim, so I did it.
There is no special reason, and no reason is needed.
Lisenwein's eyes were a little complicated and obscure: "If I didn't open my eyes, what would you do?"
Cheryl raised his eyebrows and asked him with interest: "What do you think I will do?"
Lisenwein stopped talking again.
Seeing his silence, Sherrill had no intention of continuing to ask.
He just placed the removed mask beside Lisenwein's sleeping pillow, and then said slowly: "The night is very late, dear Lisenwein, I hope you have a sweet dream tonight."
After the last word fell, Cheryl also returned to the mirror.
Of course he said that on purpose.
He knew that Lisenwein would probably not be able to sleep all night, let alone dreaming.
As for why I still say this when I know it, let's just call it a bit of my own bad taste.
Cheryl walked to the lounge chair in the mirror and sat down, looking at his right hand. Sure enough, the red marks on the skin of his fingers that Lisenwein wiped with a handkerchief did not dissipate immediately just because he returned to the mirror.
This reminded Sherrill of the time when Lisenwein scratched his neck with a knight's sword in the small town of Werna. At that time, he slept in the mirror all night. When he woke up the next day, the wound was completely healed.
It seems that even if Lisenveen is just an incarnation of the soul of the God of Light, an incarnation belonging to the "evil" camp, the traces left by Lisenveen on his body will still recover very slowly, even if his When the body returns to the mirror, the traces are not easily dissipated or erased.
This is actually easy to understand.
After all, as a magic mirror, strictly speaking, he is a monster belonging to the power of darkness.
And light is inherently in conflict with darkness.
However, Sherrill is not particularly worried about this. As long as his ability points increase quickly enough and his influence as a magic mirror is large enough, his "omniscience" can reach its peak, and the same goes for "omnipotence".
At that time, light can drive away darkness, and darkness can completely devour light, and the two will compete with each other.
This night.
Just as Sherrill expected, Lisenwein stayed awake all night.
Next to his pillow was Sherrill's mask, and suddenly, he always had the illusion that the black-haired young man was sleeping next to him.
And this illusion made him couldn't help but think about the deliberate temptation made by the other party when he closed his eyes.
What would have happened to the other party if he hadn't opened his eyes at that time.
Should she stop at the last second, or should she really press down and kiss the tip of his nose with her lips.
Maybe it's the former, maybe it's the latter.
There seems to be no definite answer to this question.
The second day.
Although Lisenwein had not slept all night, there was no hint of fatigue or sleepiness in his eyes. As usual, he took the mirror with him along with the mask left behind by Sherrill. As for Cheryl, he spent the whole day in the mirror as usual.
This state of being almost inseparable from Lisenwein in the mirror is somewhat like the time when Lisenwein brought him back to the main city from the small town of Caldera.
Soon, the day of Garcia's big ball came...
The lake center of Laiga Divine Grace College.
There are still more than two hours before the grand ball begins, and knights wearing golden chainmail and carrying long swords have already begun patrolling in an orderly manner.
They are the Royal Capital Guards of Hawkley and some of the guard knights transferred from Abcono Castle.
Today, they are collectively known as the Golden Knights and are only responsible for the security of the ball.
As for the people responsible for the order of the dance, it is another group of people.
The number of this wave of people is very small, only one-fortieth of the Golden Knights, and they are theists descended from the Great Church.
They were wearing white star-and-moon robes and holding scepters of different shapes in their hands. They were almost all old men with white hair and beards, and weathered faces.
However, although they all look old, their magical skills are very superb, so these divine cultists are also called the Star Envoys.
The Star God Envoys are different from ordinary God's Favored Ones. They are highly respected by the citizens of Bertha Liton. They are also the lifelong goals of some students at Laiga Holy Grace Academy.
They are not subject to orders from the royal family, but only obey the orders of the highest leader of the Grand Church - Archbishop Xingyue.
Unlike the other two countries, among the three countries, only the archbishop of Bertha Liton wore white clothes and was called the Archbishop of the Star and Moon instead of the Archbishop in Red.
At this moment, the next heir to Archbishop Xingyue was in the main building of Tarta on the right side of the lake, struggling with what to wear for the big ball tonight.
In room number one on the fourth floor, Guy had already changed into his third ball gown.
He stood in front of the mirror, looking at this fourth dress, and still felt that something was not natural enough.
Weir, who was sitting aside, held his forehead helplessly: "Tonight's dance is certainly important, but Guy, you attach great importance to it to the extent that it's like going on a date with the person you're engaged to."
Guy said nothing.
Weir looked at him: "You pay too much attention to him." Far more than a student cares about the teaching magician.
Although Weir didn't say it clearly in this sentence, the two of them knew who this "he" was.
Guy scratched his hair a little irritably. How could he not know what Veer said, but he knew that he knew that he couldn't pay attention to that person, but he couldn't do it.
At least now, he can't control himself well enough not to pay attention to that person.
Before this, Guy had never thought that he would one day care about an astrologer. And if you think about it carefully, the time he spent with the other party was still very short.
Guy himself felt it was outrageous. He was obviously very repulsive at first, but in just a few days, his thoughts changed drastically.
Not only was he extremely looking forward to having a pleasant meeting with the other party at the Garcia Ball, but he even hoped that the other party would notice him at a glance among the many gods' favored ones.
After thinking about this, Guy couldn't help but let out a sigh.
So stupid.
He looked at himself in the mirror and cursed inwardly.
But the next second, after scolding himself, Guy began to adjust the tie of his shirt again.
Seeing this, Will shook his head slightly, closed the book in his hand and walked to the swing on the balcony.
He sat on the swing and opened the unfinished book again. But when his eyes fell on the words above, he couldn't arouse the interest in reading any more.
He didn't know if it was because of the mention of that person, but he found that he seemed to be affected by Guy, and he began to look forward to meeting that person in his heart.
What time will he come tonight and what kind of dress will he wear?
Will you still be wearing a mask?
.........
On the other side, Sherrill, who was being cared about by two young men, was currently in the mirror and was taken to Albucono Castle by Lisenwein to meet the queen.
In order to match the lightness and beauty that the ball should have, Queen Seol today wore an orchid-gold dress. The gilt color on the edge of the dress was combined with complicated gold embroidery, which was gorgeous and rich in texture.
Her golden curly hair was still hanging loose, looking even more brilliant and noble against the backdrop of the crown of power.
She took the magic mirror from Lisenwein's hand, a smile appeared in her blue eyes, and she extended an invitation to Cheryl in the mirror: "Tonight's dance, please come with me."
This was Queen Seo's original idea, and at this time she was just confirming it.
She knew very well that from the moment she published the book, Sherrill, the magic mirror humanoid who hired an external astrologer to teach at the college, was destined to attract the attention of all forces.
And even without those, just the eye-catching appearance of the black-haired young man meant that he would not be able to ignore everyone.
These days, she knew very well that the other party received a lot of attention in Laiga Holy Grace College. Some students even dyed their hair the same black as him, including Guy, the next heir to the archbishop.
Queen Seol knew that Guy climbed the wall and window from the fourth-floor men's dormitory to the fifth floor where Sherrill was on the night of Sherrill's first day of class.
She didn't know exactly what happened that night.
Although she was curious, she did not specifically ask Cheryl.
Firstly, it was because there were too many things worthy of her concern. Compared with these things, that little curiosity was nothing. Secondly, she didn't want to kill Cheryl's positive sense of her just because of this curiosity.
Perhaps one day, when her relationship with Magic Mirror Sherrill is strong enough, she will ask about this curiosity in a casual chat, without any interests or purposes, just a relaxed and pleasant communication between friends. .
But she knew that was definitely not now.
Queen Seo touched the complicated lines on the frame of the magic mirror with her fingertips. Her movements were slow and gentle, as if she were touching the hair of the black-haired young man.
"I want you to be in the spotlight with me," she said.
Since the black-haired young man has already attracted the attention of all forces, she might as well just put everything out there. She wanted those people to understand that this high-profile astrologer had an extraordinary status in the heart of her, the ruler of Bertha Liton.
She wanted to impress upon those people the importance of this astrologer to her, the one who held the throne.
In this way, they would not dare to act rashly. Before having any thoughts, they must consider whether they are qualified and have the courage to touch this magical master who is favored by her.
Of course, underneath this, there is still a little bit of selfishness on her part.
She wanted to use this method to tie their names together.
In the hearts of the public, a bond with Sherrill was created.
In this way, even if the magic mirror falls into the hands of someone else one day.
Then she, Saio, is still different.
Thinking of this, Queen Saio's eyes became softer when she looked at the mirror: "So my dear magic mirror, do you accept my invitation?"
After a moment, black words appeared in the mirror.
Sherrill responded.
So both Queen Seol and Lisenwein who were standing aside saw it, that sentence————
go with you.