The moonlight was as bright as silver, sprinkling on the floor.
The little prince stood stubbornly at the boundary between light and darkness. In the darkness, only the pointed chin like a girl was revealed, as well as the slender upper body and the hazy outline of the long dress; silver-gray eyes like gems were in the darkness. Shiny and shy, his hands stretched out and grabbed the skirts on both sides awkwardly.
Although it was only a silhouette in the dark, Brando was already very satisfied.
Haruze hesitated slightly before walking out slowly. First a pair of silver shoes with a bow, then a lace skirt with a snowy silver hem, and then a petite upper body-dressed like a noble princess, a long skirt wrapped in silver and a huge bow on the chest There is a thin collarbone and round shoulders like a little girl; the hair has become longer, and the long hair is tied into a bunch behind the head, and a strand of curly silver hair hangs from the temples, and the pony tail is also a lot of fluffy silver curls. , Looks very elegant.
Moonlight shone on him, and the snow-white skin and silver attire surface reflected a faint glow, looking like a holy mountain elf. Haruze stared at the ground, blushing to the base of his slender neck, his pointed ears trembled a little shyly, and blinked his large, water-filled eyes lightly.
Brando was dumbfounded for a while.
In front of him was the shy little prince Haruze, who was clearly the smaller Princess Griffin. No, the eldest princess did not have such a weak temperament, such a temperament and the little prince's women's clothing simply complemented each other. Brando never dreamed that he would see a gentle and quiet princess Griffin.
He couldn't help but coughed: "This... Should I call you Prince Haruze, or your Royal Highness?"
Although he made this proposal, he couldn't help but regret it at this time. Brando himself did not expect that Haruze would look like this after changing into women's clothing.
I hope there will be no sequelae.
"Mr. Brando... Teacher, I will be really angry if you say that again." Haruze frowned and replied angrily. He glanced at his attire left and right, his face was still a little red. "This, this is just a necessary choice to leave this dream, but not to give the teacher a chance to make fun of me—"
Brando was slightly startled, he didn't expect that his little student was so shy that he could even say such a thing. Even on weekdays, the little prince rarely dared to talk back to him.
He almost thought he had an illusion for a moment, and couldn't help staring at Haruze strangely.
The little prince lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "When you are at a banquet, women can't wear swords, right?"
Brando nodded.
"Then ask the teacher to help me put the lion's teeth away." Haruze handed his sword to Brando. Brando realized that his student seemed to have indeed changed. While he took the sword and put it into the Dimensional Hole, he asked softly: "Haruze, you now look a little like your sister— "
"Well, I don't know why I think of my sister." The little prince blushed and nodded: "But the teacher is right. People don't always live by others. To leave this dream, I must work hard. Okay. Because there are so many people in Eru who have suffered this and that, it's just a small difficulty compared to them."
Brando's eyes lit up slightly.
He didn't actually spend a lot of words to persuade Haruze before, but just told his student of a possibility. Of course they can spend more time searching for that unnecessary fiancée, but the dream of the lost is itself a world that is falling apart, and every extra minute left here will be more dangerous.
The lost let Haruze into this dream, perhaps because of such considerations. Although I don't know what it intends, the task in the dream must be closely related to everyone who enters the dream, and it will never be the task of a certain person. So he frankly told Haruze about the dangers and risks, let him choose, and told him that he could take the same risks with him.
In the end, Haruze chose this simple method.
He originally thought it was just because of the weak compromise of the little prince, but he didn't expect the idea in his heart to be like this.
Brando couldn't help but feel a little relieved. The little prince was blindly weak, almost disappointing, but he didn't expect that there would be a day of awakening. Although it is a bit dumbfounding, the future king of Eruin talked about how he changed his life. Could it be that it was because of a woman's clothing
However, although the personality is difficult to change for a while, as long as you have this understanding in your heart, at least you will slowly become stronger. In history, Haruze also became independent and married Elara as his wife, so in this world, he may not be able to become a true king.
What is needed is just an opportunity.
Brando smiled: "It's a little surprised that you can say that. But your sister will be very happy, at least you look like a qualified king now."
But will the king wear women's clothing? As a player, Brando will inevitably have some weird ideas in his mind.
"That, that's because the teacher made me understand that I can fight and win with my own sword..." Haruze replied in a low voice, "Actually, I am very grateful. I don't know if I am doing it right or wrong. But I think I should choose to face it first."
"Well said, it's really gratifying to have a student like you. Now that you have such an idea, let's face this task together."
Brando stretched out his hand, "Actually, I vaguely feel that this task may have something to do with you, Haruze." He frowned slightly, thinking of Her Royal Highness the Princess in Menströsberg, and he felt a little inexplicable for a while. . "How will history be staged this time?"
"It has something to do with me?"
Brando nodded: "I think Viscount Caddell made you look like this, and he has his own consideration. Although everything in the dream is weird, there is no connection between things."
The little prince did not dare to refute, so he could only mumble in a low voice.
Brando stretched out his hand and looked at him.
Haruze was taken aback for a moment, and looked at his teacher. Brando sighed, "Put your hands up, you don't want to make people think that Viscount Cardel is a person with no education and gentlemanly demeanor?"
"Can, can..." The little prince was dumbfounded.
"You wear gloves, what are you afraid of. Besides, this is just a dream. What are you thinking about? Practice first, so as not to get time to wear help." Brando stared at his student and said, this is not a lie. When doing tasks in the past, they used to make up all kinds of people; the players even had a self-ridicule saying that the self-cultivation of actors is a necessary quality for every player.
Of course, especially for players like Nightingale.
It is common for men to disguise themselves as women and women disguise themselves as men.
Only then did the little prince replied, and put his hand on Brando's hand bitterly. Brando is no different. He has completely entered the mission state, carefully checked the prince's attire, and then asked: "Do you know what aristocratic ladies in high society are like?"
"Um... I probably know some."
"Take two steps to show me."
Haruze blushed, and took two steps with a squeeze. But Brando immediately shouted: "Stop—" Haruzzi raised his head to look at him, and Brando couldn't help but shook his head: "Forget it, you should walk as you normally do now. Facts. You looked more like a girl originally..."
The little prince was a little dumbfounded, and then stared at his teacher with gritted teeth.
It's just that Brando didn't care at all, his mind flew to the palace in the royal city. In the previous life, Prince Haruze should have been in this banquet. What did he witness? Brando faintly felt that his memories, the memories of the little prince, and the memories of Cardel had been entangled together, and there must be a potential knot in it.
But to solve this puzzle, it is estimated that the only way to go to the center of the incident.
So after a little practice in the "Santa Girl's Garment Shop", Brando took the little prince out directly. Because it was in a dream, he directly copied Viscount Kader's carriage, mounted four snow-white war horses, and went straight to the center of the city.
The carriage passed through the main roads of the Royal City. In Eru's old capital, every street of Menstros seemed so familiar to Brando at this moment. As if deepening the memory, everything that has become blurred in the past is gradually becoming vivid again.
This process is like searching for the memory of Viscount Kader, while also repairing his own memory. Brando looked at the familiar shops, fountains, and squares. This route was like crossing the street when he was at a banquet with his senior sister. The details that had been hazy are gradually becoming clearer.
It seems to be back in that period of history.
Brando's breathing gradually became quicker. He frowned, looking at the lights in the night, his mood was as if he had returned to Eruin that day. The Valkyrie has died in battle, and the entire kingdom is shrouded in sorrow.
But the nobles are still obsessed with the sensuality, the prosperous palace and brilliant lights seem to be the last elegy of the kingdom.
The lights turned into a sea of flames in Brando's eyes.
"Teacher?" Haruze turned his head, he noticed that Brando's expression was a bit wrong.
Brando came back to his senses. He shook his head at his student—to be honest, the little prince really looked like a princess who was one size smaller now. He hesitated and said, "Haruze, you may see some scenes you can't imagine later."
"Is it because you are in a dream?"
"more or less-"
"But no matter what happens, you can't be impulsive. The dream itself is a weird but logical world. Its logic and memory are closely linked, and it is meaningless to change the dream-our task is to make up for Viscount Cardel's heart. Regret." Brando paused: "Do you understand?"
He said this as a reminder to himself. Of course he understands what happened at the banquet, but he understands that he must restrain his feelings.
Because here is a dream, just a world of memory.
Haruze nodded seemingly understanding.
At this time the carriage finally stopped.
Brando opened the car door. But at that time, his hand froze, and he stared at the person standing outside the car door in a daze. It seems to have seen a terrible nightmare.
Nimesis—No, or maybe a woman who looks exactly like the horsewoman stood under the carriage, looked at him, compared the piece of paper in her hand, and then raised her head and smiled slightly:
"Viscount Caddell, right?"
Brando only felt like a huge wave in his heart.