"What's the matter, Ringo?"

Saint Xalia immediately lowered her head and asked with concern: "Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to change my position?"

Don't talk nonsense like this. If Alice were here, she would definitely jump out and accuse me of not abiding by male ethics. Linge said with a complicated mood: "It's nothing, I just feel...Oveira and the others can't wait."

Is it done? Saint Xalia, is it time to go back?"

"Don't be so anxious, Ringer." Saint Xalia said softly: "It's still very early, we can stay a little longer."

Early, early?

Looking past the girl's face and the branches of the apple tree, Ringer looked at the dark purple night that had completely sunk into it. He felt that the ruins of a sleeping city under the silence were speechless. He remembered that the time he left the hotel should be

It's nine o'clock. I was delayed for a while searching for the girls, so now it's about... almost midnight?

If we don't go back, we may have to eat tomorrow's breakfast.

"Don't worry, Linger." Saint Xalia stretched out her hand, gently combed Linger's somewhat scattered bangs, and combed them together diagonally, revealing the pale forehead and eyebrows of the young man.

There is always a serious and sad temperament in him, as if he has never relaxed for a moment. Since embarking on this journey, he has either been worried about the curse of the young queens, or worried about the strength of the enemy; he is always not enough.

Self-confidence, thinking that as a mortal, there are very few things that can be done, so I want to do the best that I can. But there is never a perfect option in the world, whether it is a human or an alien, a girl or a witch, or even

That great and compassionate mother has made irreversible mistakes. If so, why can't he make mistakes?

He should be more tolerant to himself, wouldn't it be nice to occasionally let go of his thoughts, not think about anything, and let himself enjoy a short period of peace and tranquility? Just like now.

But Saint Xalia knew that he would not and was unwilling to do that. Sometimes destiny is like the thread in a person's hand, so docile that it can be dominated or manipulated at will; sometimes it is like a vicious dog, always chasing behind him, showing off

Fangs that choose and devour people. He knew in his heart that once he relaxed and relaxed, he might face an irreversible ending, so he could never relax and let himself sleep in a pleasant dream.

Once he leaves here and returns to the Fairy Sleep Inn, he will no longer be the young man lying obediently on his lap, not thinking about anything. Therefore, Saint Xalia wants to take this opportunity to let

He takes a good rest.

It would be too selfish for him to always persuade them to rest and relieve their knots. The shepherd girl thought that there was something she could do, and it was something she must be able to do.

If, if you can let him have a good rest...

"Linger," she asked suddenly, her eyes serious and clear: "Can you agree to one more small request of mine?"

The young man was startled for a moment, then nodded slightly. He thought, he had already lent himself to Saint Shalia anyway. In this case, what does it matter if he agrees to her small request again?

"That,"
Chapter completed!