novelhk Chapter 380 Oz: I Shouldn't Be Here
Chapter 380 Oz: I Shouldn't Be Here
According to The Tale of Princess Fischl, Oswald Hephnavanes, the King of the Night Ravens, was the second person in the world to offer his loyal servant to the condemned princess.
As for the first attendant, the name bestowed upon him by the princess was too beautiful and ornate to fit here.
According to unreliable sources, the servants' destined first meeting was fraught with tension.
The steaming of persimmons has always been done this way.
But only a very few people know that the truth is...
"Ouch... It hurts, it hurts! Knight, let go, let go now! This is an unforgivable transgression..."
This is an inn in Qingquan Town. Inside the room, Mu Feng, with a dark expression, is pulling and kneading Fischl's face, who is half-lying on the bed, like kneading dough.
"Little Amy! Do you know how dangerous that was just now?!"
Mu Feng was furious and disregarded the so-called "etiquette between ruler and subject," and proceeded to squish the little girl's face.
God knows how terrifying that axe blow from the Qiuqiu thug was; if he had arrived a few steps later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
“Alas… my knight, I know of your loyalty, but such an overstepping of authority will surely… umm…”
Fischl's words were indistinct. How could the princess of the Pure Land of Night have any dignity left when her face was being pinched and squeezed by her subjects like this!
But she only dared to mutter in a low voice, because whenever her playmate called her by her name, it usually meant there was a big problem that was not so easy to get away with.
Fischl cast a pleading look at the purplish-black night raven on the windowsill, which was happily munching on nuts.
It's you I've chosen, Oswald, the companion of the royal artifact "The Deep, Dark Pearl"!
Black Crow received a glance from its young mistress and elegantly preened its feathers.
Just as Miss wished.
It coughed lightly and spoke slowly in a low voice.
“Miss, I believe the Knight is right.”
Hmph, that's right, the Princess of Judgment should be...
Fischl, who was about to express his agreement, froze, his pupils dilated in disbelief, and his brain went blank for a moment.
Wait, who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Oswald, whose side are you on?
But at this moment, the King of Night Ravens took the opportunity of preening his feathers to avoid Fischl's shocked gaze.
He secretly glanced at Mu Feng, who had no expression, a few times, swallowed hard, and was clearly feeling a little guilty.
“There is an old saying in Liyue: ‘A noblewoman should not sit under a dangerous roof.’ As a princess, you should not put yourself in danger.”
"The Pure Land of the Dark Night still needs your leadership. As for such petty villains, you can leave them to us, your subjects, to share your burdens."
I'm so sorry, miss, but it's not its fault, is it?
It was because this knight was so eager to save lives that he treated it as a monster without any explanation and gave it a good beating.
This has caused it to be a little afraid of Mu Feng now.
If it were a young lady, the other party would at most give her a lecture, but if it were a cat, I'm afraid its feathers would be in danger.
After weighing the pros and cons, Oswald Hefnavanes, the King of Night Ravens, chose to follow his heart.
Besides, Miss should learn to act cautiously.
Fischl lay back down on the bed, feeling dejected. "You big-eyed Oz, you've betrayed us without any integrity!"
The imperial edict of judgment states that there is an insider traitor, and the transaction is terminated.
Mu Feng sighed somewhat helplessly, looking at Amy covered in bandages, and couldn't bear to continue lecturing her.
He went out of the room and went to the kitchen to ask for a bowl of hot milk.
From the moment I received the commission this morning, and after being unconscious for so long, this girl must be starving.
A spoonful of hot milk was brought to the girl's lips. She wanted to do it herself, but the pain from the wound on her arm made her give up the idea and obediently accept being fed.
The milk was cooled to a comfortable drinking temperature, warming the body from the throat all the way to the stomach, gradually dispelling fatigue.
Her tense body slowly relaxed, and she leaned against Mu Feng's shoulder, letting herself immerse herself in this warmth.
"Hmm...it's still a little hot..."
Just before the next sip of milk reached her lips, the girl muttered something under her breath, her eyes sparkling.
She didn't know why she said that; the milk was at the perfect temperature, but she just said it without thinking.
Perhaps even Fischl herself didn't realize that her tone had taken on a slightly coquettish quality.
Mu Feng blew a few more breaths, and the girl obediently moved her head closer, like a kitten seeking comfort.
This is completely different from the eccentric girl she usually is.
The milk was quickly gone, and it was time to change the medication.
Ignoring the girl's tearful gaze, Mu Feng carefully tore off the bandages. The dark red bloodstains had dried, and her fair calves were covered in abrasions.
The longest line runs from the knee down to the calf.
Faced with a complex gaze that was both pitying and reproachful, Fischl turned her head away weakly, not daring to look Mu Feng in the eye.
She knows she was wrong, right? Next time... we'll talk about it next time.
Oz brought over the first-aid kit, and Mu Feng removed the old bandages with such skill that even he was a little surprised.
Although he had received first aid training in the Knights, it was only in theory; this was his first time practicing it in person.
However, the act of bandaging seemed to have been practiced countless times, and could be perfectly replicated by relying on bodily instinct.
However, the thought only flashed through her mind. The next moment, as the alcohol was applied to the wound, the girl, jolted by the pain, instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand, their hands clasped tightly together.
Of course, these feelings wouldn't be outwardly apparent; at this moment, the girl's expression remained calm and composed.
Out of respect for the condemned princess, scars are a form of honor.
Although her expression was already somewhat unnatural due to the pain.
Mu Feng slowed down his movements, cleaning the wound, changing the dressing, and bandaging it, a series of actions that seemed to have been rehearsed countless times.
The effect was immediate; the wound, which had been re-treated, didn't seem to hurt as intensely as before.
For the first time in a long time, the girl relaxed.
Fischl sat on the bed, watching him busily working, her lips pursed, her emerald green eyes gleaming with a subtle, rhythmic light.
Whether it was the light's illusion or not, the boy bandaging her seemed to be shrouded in a halo of light.
In that instant, she seemed to think of many things.
Her parents were both renowned adventurers, and they were always separated. It had been a long time since they had taken care of her like this.
She had also longed for the life and world of adventurers.
The girl sits among the bookshelves, creating a sanctuary in the quiet night through a series of illusory journeys, and crowning herself with glory.
They called her a weirdo, and ostracizing her was a common occurrence.
This made his appearance as dazzling as a true knight.
There was no preaching or strange looks, but rather, in her own way, they "swore allegiance" to her.
From then on, the lonely princess had someone like her.
Today marks his second appearance as a knight-errant, thus fulfilling both the roles of hero saving a damsel in distress and love blossoming over time.
Her heart was beating very fast, and she felt a little uncomfortable.
A mixture of secret joy and apprehension, like a spilled palette.
A young girl's feelings may have been sown long ago, but it only takes a short moment for them to take root and sprout.
The perceptive Oz wisely left the room, as there was no longer a place for him there.
Ah, look at the moon tonight, what a beautiful moon!
By the time the girl had finally calmed her racing heart, the medicine had been changed, and Mu Feng was packing up the old bandages and medicine box.
She seemed to have made up her mind, and suddenly spoke.
“My knight, pause and come forward to pay your respects.”
It was her usual way of speaking, because only in this way could she conceal the girl's unusual panic and unnaturalness at this moment.
Mu Feng leaned forward with a hint of doubt.
"Your Highness, where do you feel unwell..."
The girl's hot lips touched his cheek, then parted just as quickly.
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