Gianna ran out of her tent in a panic, but Arthas didn't care much about the girl's mood at this time.

Carrying Frost Sorrow to the inner room of the tent, Arthas took off his clothes and lay down on his bed.

Although it was not early, His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron still had no intention of sleeping.

As for the reason......

Arthas was still very concerned about the fact that he had run to the inn in the town of Stratholme with Frost Grief and was hit by Master Khadgar.

However, Arthas himself can't do anything, after all, things have already happened, he can only blame himself for being too anxious at the time, and in addition, he can only hope that Master Khadgar will not care about his own small problems!

Frost Sorrow curled up her body, snuggling up to Arthas's side, hugging her master tightly.

Little Demon Sword didn't need to sleep, which was a convenient thing to do, but now, Frost Sorrow really wanted to sleep like a normal mortal.

From his shoulders to his toes, Frost Sorrow felt that every part of his body was sore, even his throat, and after being ravaged by Arthas all day in the Stratholme Hotel, Frost Sorrow's voice became hoarse.

The mortal body is so fragile, if only he were the same as before, a sword.

- Frost Sorrow thought as she arched into Arthas's arms to make herself more comfortable.

Of course, the naïve little magic sword didn't think about a single problem—if she was still a sword. Arthas wouldn't have been mad enough to treat her like this, would he?

Take 10,000 steps back, even if Arthas wants to, on that magic sword. There's no suitable hole either!

"Xiaoshuang, is it still very uncomfortable?"

Arthas noticed Frost's sad movements, opened his eyes, and asked in an apologetic tone.

Every time he ended his affectionate relationship with Frost Sorrow, and saw the little magic sword being tossed half dead by himself, Arthas felt very guilty.

But soon, it was time for the next time he wanted to make it. These apologies were left behind by him again.

Of course, it's not all Arthas's fault, man...... Isn't it all like that?

"Hmmm! The owner made Xiaoshuang hurt everywhere! ”

Frost Sorrow blinked her big black eyes and said pitifully.

"But...... It's been a long time since we've had it...... Let's talk about it. It's all because Xiaoshuang is so comfortable there, every time you do it, you can't stop at all! ”

Alsace excused his "atrocities" and justified them.

"How can this be blamed on Xiaoshuang? Master, you're too much! ”

Frost Grief heard Arthas say this. I was so aggrieved that tears were about to fall.

"Alright, alright...... Tomorrow. We're about to start marching to the Wraith Lands, and when the time comes, you'll be able to rest, Frost! ”

Arthas gently embraced Frost Sorrow's delicate body, stroking and comforting her.

"Hmm...... But when the war here is over, you don't want to torture Xiaoshuang, master...... No, Xiaoshuang has to think of a way! ”

Frost Sorrow closed her eyes and pressed her head to Arthas's chest. While sniffing the familiar breath of his master, he muttered.

"Think of a way? What method? ”

Arthas asked curiously.

"Of course, it's the way to deal with you, master! And so on. Sooner or later, Xiaoshuang will be tortured to death by you, master! ”

Frost Sorrow said in a complaining tone.

"That's an exaggeration...... How could there be such a thing......"

Arthas smiled and shook his head—how could the Frost Sorrow be a mysterious existence that even Akmund and Kil'Gardan didn't care about...... Dead in sex/love with yourself?

"Hmph, anyway, it's the master who is comfortable, and the uncomfortable thing is always Xiaoshuang!"

Frost grumbled sadly about Arthas's disbelief in putting on his pants.

"Why, isn't Xiaoshuang also very comfortable? I remember you were still ...... today."

Arthas gently pinched Frostmourn's slender waist, teaching the duplicitous little magic sword a lesson.

"Don't say it! It's so embarrassing! ”

Frost Sorrow quickly propped herself up and covered Arthas's mouth with her hand.

The host is really, that kind of thing...... How can you bring it up! It's so shy!

- The thought of the words he had uttered this afternoon in the bed of the town inn in Stratholme that had made his face blush because of the strange sensation coming from under his body, Frost Sorrow had the idea of burying himself under the covers.

"Okay, okay, if you don't say it, you won't say it, but Xiaoshuang, you'll be comfortable!"

Arthas took Frost Sorrow's cold little hand with his backhand, placing it in his palm and kneading it carefully.

"Hmph...... The owner is the big badass! ”

Frost Sorrow said this, but he still lay down beside Arthas again, and let him hold his hand, and between it and his master's body tightened.

"What if...... It would be nice to have two little frosts! ”

After a long time, Frost Sorrow suddenly murmured.

"Huh? What the? ”

In fact, Arthas was also a little tired today, and his consciousness was already a little blurred, but the vague whisper of Frost Sorrow made him wake up a little more from his confusion.

"If there are two little frosts, if one is very tired from being tortured by the master, the other can take over, and then the little frost can rest for a while......

Frost Sorrow speaks of her unrealistic fantasies.

"But where can I find a little frost?"

Arthas muttered as he hugged the soft and cool body of the little magic sword with his backhand, changed to a comfortable side lying position, and fell into a deep sleep.

- A little magic sword has made Arthas love it, he is not a greedy fellow, he is already content.

"Well, it's still not good...... If there are two small frosts, who will the owner give a little more? Maybe there's going to be a fight...... Not good, not good......"

Frost Sorrow noticed Arthas's movements, and she quickly opened her arms, resting her master's head on her soft chest, and then gently patted Arthas's back like a mother coaxing her child.

- Little Magic Sword is so fond of his master that she will eat even her own vinegar; The idea of monopolizing Arthas is deeply ingrained in Little Magic Sword's heart, and even she can't take half of her master!

But...... When the war is over, how will Xiaoshuang survive the time spent pressing on the bed/tossing by her master every day?

Little Demon Sword stared at his master with wide eyes, staring blankly at the gray ceiling of the camp, racking his brain to think about the problem that had been bothering her for years. (To be continued......)