In a blink of an eye, another ten days passed, and Brigadier General Via, who received another mission shortly after the incident, once again solved the pirate problem in a nearby star field and returned as quickly as possible.
Thinking of the problem that he couldn't solve before he left, he felt a dull pain in his head, and thinking of Robin still on Ishtar... No, with that guy's character of fearing the world will not be chaotic, Via felt her headache getting worse. I don't know what's going on with His Majesty now, whether Mutt has messed up, and he doesn't expect Robin to stop Mutt, as long as he doesn't add to the flames, he will be thankful.
The brigadier general with green hair who had already arrived on Ishtar ordered the three subordinates around him to step back and wait, and then walked quickly to His Majesty's room on the top floor alone. He had just walked to the door when he bumped into Robin who was coming over. As soon as Robin saw him, he raised his hand and greeted him with a smile.
"Hey, Your Excellency Brigadier General, I wish you a triumphant return~"
The red-haired junior soldier greeted him casually, with his usual hippie smile on his face, and what he said seemed to be good, but his tone and tone sounded a bit ridiculous.
Via is at the moment when he is full of thoughts, and he is not in the mood to reprimand Robin, and directly asks the other party what he cares most about now.
"How is Your Majesty doing now?"
He asked in a low voice.
"Boss is pretty good~"
"I don't have time to mess around with you, is Your Majesty alright?"
"No."
It was rare for Robin to answer cleanly, but that answer made Via hold her breath and frowned deeply. He frowned and thought for a while, then continued to ask in a low voice.
"... How is the current situation of that person?"
Although they didn't name them, they all knew who 'that' was talking about.
Via was a little worried. His Majesty has lost his memory for more than half a month, and there is no sign of recovery until now, and the one who stays with His Majesty who has forgotten him every day must be in a bad mood, and he doesn't know what kind of irrational things he will do.
Robin pursed his mouth, and made a push towards the door of the room that had opened automatically.
"Go and see for yourself."
After finishing speaking, he looked like he was too lazy to talk to Livia again, whistled and walked into the gate on his own.
Via felt that he was fully prepared psychologically, but after he quickly walked into the room, he was still stunned, staring at the scene in the room in astonishment.
On one side of the spacious room, on a huge and soft white sofa, a black-haired teenager is sitting at one end of the couch. A book projected by stereoscopic projection is suspended in front of him. When the fingertips of his right hand tap , the page of the virtual projected book will automatically turn to the previous page.
Of course, it was not Mute who was sitting there reading a book, but his Majesty who stunned Via.
When he left twenty days ago, His Majesty the Emperor, who had treated Mut indifferently as a stranger, was lying on Mut at this moment, seemingly taking a nap.
Troll was lying sideways, with his head resting on the lap of the sitting young man. From Via's sight, he could only see his majesty's jet-black hair scattered on the young man's lap, and the young man softly Fingers stroking in Troll's hair. When seeing Via come in, Mute looked away from the book and fell on Via, then rolled his eyes and smiled at Via.
Probably aware of the arrival of Via and Robin, Troll, who was lying quietly on Mutt's lap, moved. He turned towards the boy's belly face and turned upwards. When he saw Mutt's gaze When looking at others, he seemed a little unhappy, and raised his hand to touch Mutt's side cheek.
The young man whose face was touched by him lowered his head, his eyes met with Troll's, his dark eyes were still bent, with a smile on his face, before Mutt could react, the finger that was just touching Mutt's cheek Already suddenly turned backwards, submerged into Mute's black hair, pressed on the back of Mute's head, and forcibly pressed Mute's head down all at once.
Even in front of the two subordinates, Troll had no scruples, bit the other's lip directly, and directly invaded the other's lip when Mute was taken aback and didn't react. He clasped the back of the head of Mute who was trying to struggle with one hand, and kissed Mute deeply for a while before letting go.
The corner of Via's mouth twitched, and he looked away, looking at Robin next to him. Robin shrugged at him, and he threw a knife at Robin.
How dare you lie to me, you bastard!
His Excellency the Brigadier General who rolled his eyes at him thought so dissatisfiedly.
What did you say that His Majesty has not recovered his memory—look at the pair of dog abusers in front of him, what the hell is he not recovering his memory
Tsk, I didn't lie to you, I really just didn't recover my memory.
Robin, who received Via's eye knife, felt very wronged.
The two subordinates were still talking with each other, and Troll over there finally let go of the hand holding the back of Mutt's head. As soon as Mute looked up, before he could do anything else, he began to gasp for breath, his face flushed red.
That's not embarrassing, it's just out of breath. Troll's lung capacity is much better than him, even when he just 'learned' kissing at the beginning, even if his technique is not as good as him, but just relying on his lung capacity, Troll can easily crush him .
The man who had already sat up looked at the sitting young man's flushed cheeks and panting rapidly, feeling inexplicably good. He stood up and rubbed Mutt's head.
Mute, who was still a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen, was sitting on the sofa with his hands on the sofa between his legs and his head was lowered. When he was panting rapidly, he suddenly felt his head being rubbed, so he subconsciously looked up at Te Lol glanced.
Those bright red lips, pink cheeks, and the indistinct glint of water in the dark pupils... The boy's upward glance made the man's chest tighten, and the depths of his body became slightly hot. stand up.
Troll suppressed the hot feeling in his heart, lowered his head and kissed the corner of the boy's eyes, then got up and left.
...
Looking at the back of Troll and Via who left after talking for a few words, Mutt took a few more breaths, and finally relieved the chest that had been suffocated with hypoxia just now.
He raised his hand and waved it, and the three-dimensional projection books floating in front of him disappeared. He got up and planned to drink some water, but just as he got up, he felt a tingling pain in his thigh, and he fell back all of a sudden. On a soft sofa.
Ah, my legs are numb.
After all, I was pressed down by the major general and slept for two hours, so it's no wonder that it doesn't feel numb. I didn't feel it when I was sitting, but now I feel a tingling pain in my thigh muscles when I move it.
Take it easy.
Mute thought so in his heart, so he didn't get up in a hurry, and while he was slowing down, he gently rubbed his thigh with his hands. Speaking of which, ever since the major general was coaxed that day, the major general has been very clingy to him. Often when he was standing and working, he would suddenly hug him from behind, rub his cheeks and head; if he got a little closer, he would immediately come over and kiss him; Make a pillow, sometimes on his lap like just now.
These days Mutt has even had the illusion that the major general has regained his memory, because Troll's behavior is almost the same as before—well, except for certain aspects of the night.
So far, although physical contact is one step ahead of kissing, he still hasn't started to teach the last step... Well, although I know this delay won't last long, the major general has begun to be unwilling to have his hands tied these two days... But Mute thinks How long you can fool around counts.
He hoped that it would be best to drag the major general back to his memory, because although he acted like an old driver in front of him, teasing and bullying the major general was very happy and satisfying, but when he thought of the real drill with live ammunition, Mute still didn't Promisingly shrunk. What if he really wanted to take the initiative... Well, he felt that he still couldn't do such a shameful thing.
Speaking of which, it has been more than half a month, when will the major general recover his memory
In the quiet room, Mute, who was paralyzed on the sofa, was thinking wildly, while showing his sore thighs, thinking about it, and fell asleep in a daze.
When Troll, accompanied by Via, finished inspecting the returning fleet, when he came back, what he saw was Mutt's head tilted and his body leaning against the side of the sofa, falling asleep.
He walked over, put one hand on the armrest of the sofa where Mutt's head rested, and leaned over to look. The young man in light sleep was always not very vigilant, even if he approached him, he didn't react at all, his eyes were still closed, and he breathed lightly.
The soft, light black hair was scattered at the corners of the boy's eyes, intertwined with the slender eyelashes. Troll looked at the sleeping face carefully. The boy's face was still a little childish, like a child. He reached out and pinched a strand of black hair on Mutt's forehead. For so many years, his hands have long been used to grasping all the hard, dangerous and cold weapons that can take the lives of others. He thought that the strand of black hair he was pinching at the fingertips at this moment was grasped by his hands the softest thing ever.
His eyes flicked across the young man's face bit by bit, every spot, every point, seemed to exude an aura that attracted his attention... There was an indescribably sweet feeling oozing out of his body, so sweet that it made him feel sick. The point where a person feels pain.
It was a wonderful feeling, that feeling was completely controlled and controlled by the young man below him.
Sweet, strange, and extremely dangerous, this wonderful feeling fills the entire chest and spreads in the blood of the body, making it difficult for people to sink down.
The long and narrow phoenix eyes looked down at the young man in light sleep. The dark blue eyes were as beautiful as stars, but at this moment, there was no indifference and loneliness of the universe. It reflected the figure of the young man with incomparable softness.
Putting his hand on Mute's cheek, Troll lowered his head and kissed the slightly parted lips.
The way he kissed that lip was as soft and gentle as his eyes.
The young man in light sleep seemed to be awakened by his kiss, and slowly opened his eyes. The dark eyes reflected Troll's face, and then bent little by little, into the arc of a crescent moon.
The boy who just woke up and was still in a trance had a man's figure in his eyes, which shone slightly, as if he had melted the other person into his eyes—
At this moment, Troll had the illusion that his whole body, including his heart, would melt in the young man's eyes.
The young man who woke up from a light sleep hummed in a low voice, looked at Troll with a smile, and stretched out his hands to wrap around Troll's neck. He looked at Troll with focused and attached eyes, full of tenderness.
Mutt tilted his head slightly, put his arms around Troll's neck like this, and yelled softly as if coquettishly with half-opened eyes.
"...Major General."
The air froze at this moment.
Everything stands still at this moment.
Those were dark blue pupils with thousands of stars, but in an instant, the thousands of stars were annihilated.
At this moment, the Milky Way disappeared and turned into a dead silence.
Troll couldn't see his own face, he couldn't see the expression on his own face at the moment, but he saw the boy who suddenly woke up suddenly looked at him with wide eyes in panic.
He saw his own eyes reflected in the other's eyes.
Those eyes were dead silent.