1:283 Dance at the Night Banquet (True)

11:30 p.m. Central London, Fort Elsenburg's Square.

"Well, I'm sorry. Arthur whispered, the one hundred and seventy-first time he had stepped on Paseva's foot.

"Ahh Pashiva endured the pain in her toes and looked at the fair-skinned, thin-faced, and sickly beautiful [girl] in front of him.

The other party said that he didn't know how to dance, and Pasivar thought it was a polite remark, but now, Pasiva knew that Arthur was telling the truth. Dancing is a compulsory subject for ladies, and there is no upper-class girl who doesn't know how to do social dancing. But now, in front of Pasiva, there is really such a lady who dances so badly.

Her clumsiness is so cute. Pasiva blushed as she watched Arthur.

"Miss Artoria," asked Pasiva in a whisper, reassuring her embarrassment, "where have we met before? It always feels like we've met a long, long time ago. In childhood, somewhere. Arthur didn't speak. He has almost no memories of his childhood, only vaguely remembers a few fragments.

As a child, he witnessed the humiliation of his mother, Iglyn, and the execution of Zuihou.

The Grand Duchess of Pantoraken, the Grand Duchess of Pantoraken, the Heavenly Knight, was a cruel woman. She used all means to torture Igline, who was a maid, just because she couldn't tolerate Iglyn's affair with Uther.

What was Arthur doing at that time? He couldn't remember anyway. There was a huge darkness in his head, completely obscuring those memories, and even Arthur was subconsciously full of fear of those hidden things in the darkness and did not dare to touch them.

"Are you alright, Miss Artoria?" Pasiva saw Arthur's pale face and shuddered, and asked, "Is there something wrong with you?" or stop dancing and let me help you to rest?" Arthur pushed Paseva, "just a little dizzy." Let me rest for a while. "All right," Passiva let go of Arthur.

But at this moment, Arthur, who was in a hurry to leave, twisted his foot, and the high heels he was not used to wearing made him almost fall to the ground.

"Be careful!" Pasiva hurriedly reached out to help.

But he clumsily tugged on Arthur's sleeve and ripped off the left sleeve of Arthur's evening dress!

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Pasiva exclaimed quickly, and he said vigorously, "I was in a hurry, I was stupid, I, I really didn't mean to-" "That's enough." Arthur said angrily. Or rather, he deliberately feigned anger, trying to cover his chest for fear that Pashiva would become suspicious.

Pasiva now set his eyes on the bare skin on Arthur's shoulder.

It was a birthmark that was almost unrecognizable. Ordinary people really don't care.

The words of ordinary people.

But the Viscount Pasiva Parinlore jumped to his feet and said in astonishment: "I have seen this birthmark before!" Arthur was shocked. He took a few steps back, thinking to himself that this time he was really going to show his stuff! His hand fumbled with the dagger hidden in his skirt, and he even planned to solve the troublesome young man in front of him with a single sword!

"Yes! I remember!" said Paseva, "you are little Arthur! You are the child of the subordinate I met in the cellar when I went to my uncle's house when I was a child! Paseva's words began to echo in Arthur's head. He remembered.

Young Arthur locked up in an icy cellar by someone. At that time, while exploring the castle, I happened to meet Arthur's young boy.

It was the boy who saved Arthur in his darkest and coldest days.

At that time, Pasiva thought that this was the knight's servant punishing the subordinates who had done wrong. He secretly brought clothes, medicine, and food for Arthur, who was covered in bruises.

That was Arthur's first true friend.

The kindness of that boy taught Arthur who was shrouded in darkness for the first time that there is still light on this shijie -

However, none of this matters anymore.

While Arthur was still immersed in his memories, Pasiva had already spoken: "Artoria, your presence here now proves that you have no problem, right?, have you lived happily all these years?" "Even I don't know. Arthur replied in a low voice, "How far away the word happiness is to me" "Yar-" "Don't come again!" Arthur stopped, "Stay away from me, Paciva." I'm not who you think I am. If you get any closer to me, it will only bring you misfortune. The young man didn't understand, but he vaguely saw the darkness in the lady in front of him.

He could feel the misfortunes that surrounded [her].

This unsuccessful young man was originally just a weirdo who was obsessed with the study of magic, kept himself in his room, didn't ask about the world, and didn't even want to care about what happened around him.

But at this moment, the young man cared about the weak woman in front of him, who looked pitiful.

Although, all this is a false illusion.

"Ya, Miss Artoria, can I have a relationship with you?" he suddenly plucked up the courage to speak, "Although, though I'm just a clumsy person, I'll try to give you happiness—" Arthur looked at the young man in front of him depressedly, not knowing what to say.

Whoosh!—A flash of light pierced the silent night sky and shot to the top of the sky!

Crack!!--- Like a daisy, the red light blooms in the night sky, turning bright green and continuing to spread, and zuihou turns purple and disappears into the night sky.

Bang ! Bang Bang !! More fireworks exploded in the air, and the night sky was suddenly illuminated in all colors! -

At 12 o'clock in the evening, the Christmas Eve fireworks show began.

"Hehe!" the dignitaries began to clap their hands and praise the beautiful fireworks in front of them, no one had ever taken the time to pay attention to the tragedy (comedy) of these little people around them, and no one had paid attention to the beginning and end of this beautiful mistaken love.

Greenwiel took advantage of the chaos to get rid of Jaglowway, ran over and pulled Arthur, and smiled at Pasiva on the side: "We still have something to do, we're out of company!" "Wait!" "Zaijian, Pasiva." Arthur said without emotion, and ran away with Greenway.

"Miss Artoria, I haven't—" Paciva tried to chase, but the two girls ran surprisingly fast. After a few steps he had chased, the girls had disappeared into the shadows of the castle.

In front of the young man's eyes, all he saw was a high heel that the girl had dropped. The beautiful shoes made of crystal shine in a colorful light under the reflection of fireworks.

"Miss Artoria," Pasiva carefully picked up the crystal slipper.

He wasn't going to give up on [her], and he was going to use the slipper to find her again in order to bring her happiness.