a summer
Nemo, who was lying on Oliver's lap, stopped poking at the tip of his lover's nose. He spread out the five fingers of his right hand and rubbed Oliver's cheek.
Noisy cicadas chirped from the trees above them, and the air was filled with fresh bark and sun-baked ferns.
Feeling the heat from that hand, Oliver removed the palm covering his eyes, the circles of his eyes were still a little red.
Nemo's body temperature was always slightly higher than his own, and he liked it. Oliver opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't get the slightest sound out of his choked throat.
Under the sun, Nemo stared at him earnestly and intently. Familiar and unfamiliar pupils maintain the inhuman Devil Cross, and the warm eyes are full of smiles.
Oliver subconsciously grabbed the gold pendant that was hanging on his chest, but his hand just changed direction in the middle of reaching out.
A cleansing spell removes sweat, blood, and dust from both of them. Oliver opened the pendant on his chest and took out the ring.
His demon king blinked, turned his head, and his scattered black hair brushed against his legs, without the slightest intention of sitting up.
Oliver sniffed and grabbed the hand that was still caressing his cheek. However, the freshly-baked Mr. Brave grabbed an empty hand, but instead his wrist was pinched.
Nemo smiled and rolled his eyes. He let go of his right hand and finally propped up his upper body - Mr. Demon King supported Oliver's thigh with his left hand, his right hand was spread out, and his palm was facing upwards.
On the fair skin, two simple and elegant rings were lying quietly together. One of the rings was still on his ring finger for a second, and Oliver didn't even notice how the other party did it.
"Restart." The noon sun was particularly strong, a spot of light swept across his eyes, and Nemo narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Your Majesty, you held my leg, I can't get down on one knee." Oliver's voice was still a little dull.
"Who told you to propose? You've asked, and now is my answer." Nemo leaned closer. "Hand out, Ollie."
Oliver raised his left hand obediently. The gauntlet was completely shattered in the fierce battle and disappeared. The slender fingers were full of tiny blood openings that were healing - all that was focused on healing Nemo, he completely forgot about the tiny pains between his fingers.
Nemo grabbed the hand and pressed his lips to his fingers. The tip of his tongue protruded slightly, and the hot and humid touch brushed across the wound, and Oliver's back immediately went numb.
Immediately, his demon king kissed the back of his hand, and slowly and seriously put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand. As if that was the only thing that matters in the world.
From this angle, Oliver could see his lover's drooping eyelashes, and the top of Nemo's hair was very close, and the heartwarming subtle smell penetrated into his nostrils again.
"Okay, my fiancé." Nemo raised his head to make sure the ring was on.
For the first time since they met, Oliver had heard Nemo speak in such a tone - steady and sure, with reassuring confidence and power, but a strange mix of restraint and shyness that was unique to "Nimo Wright" .
Oliver grabbed the opponent's hand, and the right hand holding the ring trembled a little. This hand never deviates the slightest when holding the sword, but now it has been several times before putting the ring on the lover's finger.
The black flint embedded in the ring has been carefully treated to a beautifully rounded finish. The simple, elegant ring shape and Nemo's slightly paler skin were just right. The corners of his lover's mouth twitched, and nothing in the world could hurt them again.
Oliver's eyes were slightly sore.
Only this time, it's better than covering it with the palm of your hand. He chose to hug Nemo sharply, kissing each other fiercely.
Nemo didn't try to balance himself, his back fell to the soft moss, fingers digging into Oliver's soft light brown hair, returning the kiss with all his might.
He sighed at the warmth and shudder of the tongue brushing his gums, and Nemo pressed him even tighter. The black robe turned into a cloak on his body had become dilapidated during the battle. Before it could be repaired, it was now making a tearing sound overwhelmed by it. But he didn't bother to care, he just used his fingertips to push aside the broken armor behind Oliver, and slowly rubbed it on his lover's smooth and strong back.
Just being skin-to-skin and exchanging body temperature can bring trance-like satisfaction.
It's a pity that the passionate lovers couldn't do anything further, so they both stopped their movements.
"Wagon, coming for us." Nemo heard the squeak of the spokes clearly, and the rustling of half-dried leaves as they were run over.
Something flew out of the carriage and headed straight for Nemo's face. Nemo didn't stand up, just reached out and grabbed it.
It was a battered water bag, bulging and clinking when shaken.
"I arrived earlier than planned, and it seems that the decision was correct."
A familiar voice sounded, and Ann Savage, dressed as a warrior, jumped out of the carriage and waved at Marshal Gallagher, who was driving the car. Standing firmly on the ground, An Rui's eyes swept over the two men in disheveled clothes, and he clicked loudly.
"If I come later, in order to avoid seeing what I shouldn't see... Maybe I'll have to go to a nearby hotel with Mr. Wild Dog and stay for a few days, and then I'll get back to business when you two're over after a long time."
She accentuated the pronunciation of "reunion after a long absence", and made an obscene gesture from an angle that her knights couldn't see.
Oliver's face was a little red, in contrast, Nemo was much calmer.
"install."
The robe is full of slits, one shoulder is exposed, and the beautifully shaped collarbone is completely exposed to the air. But this obviously did not weaken the majesty that the World Pillar should have.
"Now you can settle the bill with me," Nemo said softly.
"Oh, about the Abbas." The smile on Ann's face disappeared, and she cleared her throat. "I do have a plan. Like I said before, I can't laugh at this... Even for you, the human judgment may be small and ridiculous."
Nemo didn't say anything, just looked seriously at the female warrior standing opposite.
Ann closed her eyes: "Nimo, as Andrea Alastair, my sentence is as follows - according to Alban's law, the murder of an important member of the royal family requires beheading and the confiscation of all property. Relatives within three generations are deprived of their citizenship and exiled abroad as refugees, and their descendants are not allowed to enter Alban.
"The beheading part, 'Ulysses' has gone through exactly. As for Alban's citizenship, you and Oliver have long since lost. In the end, your mimicry is perfect, and I don't think you and Oliver will have either. Descendants. Then to the laws of humanity, I declare—Nemo Wright and his fiancé Oliver Ramon shall be expelled from Alban and shall not be allowed to do any work in Alban."
"Ann..." Oliver was about to say something, but was stopped by Nemo's raised hand.
"Just now you said 'as Andrea Alastair,' so what about being Ann Savage?" Nemo nodded and asked calmly.
An Chang sighed deeply and looked at the trees around him with nostalgic eyes.
"As Ann Savage, I see... you helped me save my lovely niece; stopped the Prince's all-out war plans for Alban and Willard; ended the expedition so we don't have to worry about bone jade Further weaponization. This is a huge boon to me, and my answers are already in the water bag. And don't worry, I'll give you a — a large fee, out of my personal account."
Hearing that, Nemo untied the water bag, poured out the copper cylinder inside, and carefully unscrewed it. Oliver moved quickly, resting his chin on Nemo's shoulder, staring at the small print on the parchment.
"… This is the citizenship certificate of Galanoe City." Oliver said softly.
"Nimo Wright and Oliver Ramon, I didn't change your names." Ann shrugged, "Of course, this thing comes from, uh, I'm not very formal as a channel for Black Badge. But I guess you two I don't want to be a great person."
Speaking of which, she didn't hold back, and chuckled twice without any irony.
"It's Oliver Lopez as everyone knows it these days. Nobody cares about the little guy's ID, does he?"
"I accept." Nemo bowed his head slightly and bowed.
"Ann, I'm sorry. ... This is not an apology for killing your brother, a fight is a fight. But as a friend, I'm sorry for giving you sad memories."
"Okay, okay, I've already dealt with you two."
An snorted softly and twitched the corners of his mouth.
"It's not me who wants to live with you. What can I do next? I can only secretly scold you twice in my heart, and then think about how stupid you started to look. Until I woke up one morning, I Stop actively thinking about it.”
The Queen of Alban strode up and slapped Nemo on the head.
"Oh, don't forget, call me at the wedding... Mr. Wright of Garland."
Then she sprinted neatly and jumped into the carriage.
"See you, Noe!" The carriage began to rumble forward again, and Ann shouted loudly, putting her hands to her lips. "Cross and Dylan are about to reach the surface, I'll go see the situation over there! Next, please feel free to-"
"Let's go to Noe." Watching the carriage disappear among the trees, Oliver weighed the dilapidated water bag with emotion in his tone. "Stay in the shop first, then—"
But before he could finish speaking, he was thrown to the ground by his fiancé.
"Nimo?"
"I can't live in a hotel." Nemo said solemnly, looking down at Oliver from top to bottom, with black hair hanging down his cheeks. "We haven't seen each other for too long, haven't we? I'm afraid I can't control the power. Noe is a small place, and if attention is drawn too early, the identities that Ann has arranged for us will be in vain."
"Uh, it's still daytime—" Oliver swallowed, his tone uncertain, his shame as a human being inexplicably weakened in the face of the happiness that almost melted his brain.
"I like sunshine." Nemo lowered his head, brought his lips to Oliver's ear below him, and breathed across his lover's increasingly red ears. "…your eyes look best in the sun."
Oliver held his breath for a moment.
His demon king was flirting awkwardly and awkwardly, and he found out, desperately, that it really worked for him.
The next second, Nemo's back slammed into the grass covered with leaves behind him, and the green eyes that were still shrouded in the shadow of the Demon King looked down from above - Oliver wrapped his legs around Nemo's legs, and his arms exerted force, Press his lover under him.
"Thinking about it this way, it is indeed better during the day." Oliver lowered his head and put his hand into the severely damaged black robe. "I haven't seen your expression in the sun for a long time, Your Majesty."
"And we made a deal, didn't we? I need to help you get your shame back," he added in a low voice.
It begins with a soft feathery kiss, like a butterfly resting on the fingertips. Then there's lingering licking and sucking, and finally it turns into biting with a hint of madness.
Nemo raised his head, letting the sweet pain run through his nerves. His fingertips moved deftly on the other person's skin, from his arms to his back to his slender waist. From smooth, flat skin to raised scars, Oliver's skin gradually became moist and his muscles tightened under the skin.
He relaxed his body, his chest heaved violently, allowing his knight to tear apart the remaining black robes. The tips of his black hair were wet with sweat and brushed over his shoulders. The ring-wearing left hand was tightly held by Oliver's right hand, interlocking his fingers and pressing it firmly on the grass.
The sun swept across the bright sweat on Oliver's cheeks, and those emerald eyes were incredibly green.
In the scorching gasps and the frantic demands of each other, Nemo licked the corners of his mouth, stretched his arms, and exerted a little force - he sat up, wrapped his arms around his lover's shoulders, and maintained a dangerous sitting position.
"Is this okay?" Oliver chuckled, "I heard the carriage."
"It's a caravan." Nemo's voice habitually brought out a bit of discomfort. "But don't worry, they won't see or hear anything—"
However, the hand he was going to cast was slammed by Oliver.
"With this distance and trajectory, even if we don't cast spells, they won't be able to see us." Oliver lightly bit Nemo's earlobe, his body movements didn't stop at all. "As for the sound... I don't think it matters."
"Nice try."
Nemo tightened his back, and the blood seemed to turn into lava in the increasing pleasure. His ears were ringing, and his voice was a little breathless.
"But Ollie, you... That's the big caravan, and they brought... the wolf hunt..."
"I don't think it's difficult for my majesty." Oliver's voice was also a little choppy.
Nemo chuckled a few times, leaving an ambiguous bite mark on the other's shrugging shoulder.
"Of course." Pale cheeks flushed slightly, but the calmness in Nemo's voice was not broken. He kissed those emerald green eyes and moved in coordination. "If you want to 'dominate' me, you're still a long way off... my knight."
The sight and sense of smell of hunting wolves are countless times sharper than those of humans, and this one guarding the caravan is no exception.
It lifted its nose, sure enough that it smelled something like a human. The wolf hunter stopped hesitantly, focused his innate magic on his eyes, and looked at the source of the smell—
It looked like two humans. They had barely any clothing left, and were busy with… something it couldn't understand. The dark-skinned young man was facing him, his sweat-soaked back was covered with deep scars, an angle suitable for attack.
The other young man who was sitting on top of him was pale skinned and had black hair scattered over his shoulders.
The black-haired youth clasped the other's shoulder with one hand, pressed his fingertips into the firm muscles, and raised the other hand slightly, bringing his index finger to his lips, making a human "silence" gesture.
The silver-gray pupils are like melting silver in the sun, and the cross pupils are particularly dazzling.
The pressure suddenly hit his head, and the wolf hunter's tail drooped down. Anyway, the two humans weren't planning to come over yet. It turned around its limited capacity and decided to pretend that it didn't see anything.
The driver pulled his beard and smacking his lips.
"The wolf stopped for a while, could it be..."
"It's daytime now, so why bother! I heard that the expeditionary army is coming back, this is a good opportunity, if we go later, the good goods will be robbed by those old foxes - then everyone will come together, no fart. We have to sell, we have to be hanged at the door of the store by the boss."
Too. The driver looked at the wolf hunter again. Except for the tail tucked behind him, it didn't show much abnormality.
So he shrugged, yawned, and sped up his drive.
The sun was shining and the sky was not cloudy.
It's just an ordinary summer, nothing different from the past.