In the other corner, Artist No. 1 wears a light blue tutu and a crown, smiling and accosting a noble lady.

"You're coming alone?" The painter was slightly surprised.

Miss Noble nodded elegantly, "Yes, the Louis family is fortunate to be invited by the royal family, and my father asked me to come to the banquet on behalf of the Louis family. ”

The painter paused, smiled and said, "I was also pushed out by my family, and before I woke up, I was pulled here by a pumpkin carriage." ”

"Pumpkin carriage?" The aristocratic lady opened her eyes wide and looked at the painter with interest, "What's that?" Like a pumpkin wagon? ”

The painter nodded: "yes, you haven't seen it?" It's the carriage that Cinderella sat in when she came to the feast, yes, a carriage like a pumpkin. ”

Miss Noble blinked, her face puzzled: "Who is Cinderella?" ”

The painter was so excited that he accidentally forgot that this was not a normal place.

He coughed and said, "Oh, that's a friend of mine." ”

The painter has been able to do it, to lie without blushing.

The aristocratic lady was suspicious, and looked at the painter from beginning to end, "You look a little strange. ”

Artist: ......

Mom.

Sex exposed?

He immediately opened his eyes wide and sold cuteness: "What's strange? ”

A pair of eyes Brynn.

The aristocratic lady choked, "Looks, indescribably strange." ”

The girl thought seriously for a moment and said.

The painter was aggrieved, "Am I not good-looking?" ”

That look, that expression, aggrieved.

The noblewoman's words choked in her throat, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and reluctantly said, "Beautiful." ”

The painter happily raised the corners of his mouth, his fingers tugging at the little skirt, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Suddenly, it occurred to him that he was not here to chat, so he got serious and asked again, "Do you know who is holding this banquet?" ”

The other party finally stopped asking strange words, and the noble lady breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I only know that this is a royal banquet, you see, the girl over there in a cheese tuft, she is the little princess of the kingdom, Vivien." ”

The painter looked in the direction pointed by the noble lady and saw the teenage princess.

However, this was not what he wanted to know.

The painter changed the subject, "Do you know the devil?" ”

"Demons!" The noble lady suddenly became vigilant, and her gentle voice became extremely sharp, and her soft appearance seemed to be suddenly covered with stiff thorns, "Don't mention the demon on this occasion, he will bring bad luck to the kingdom!" ”

The painter was startled and didn't dare to mention it.

He was clearly frightened.

The aristocratic lady seemed to realize the gaffe just now, and smiled with her bright blonde hair, "I'm sorry, I was rude just now." But those two words are better not to mention, they are taboo. ”

The painter nodded, said goodbye to the other party in a trance, and ran away.

Just now, it was terrible.

When the girl's voice sharpened, the expression on her face distorted for a moment, and a deep sense of unease welled up in his heart, and the other party's attitude seemed to tear him apart.

The painter clutched his chest with palpitations.

Could she be a demon?

…

Near the edge of the stage, the writer looks particularly easy-going as he leans lazily against the wall, a glass of champagne between his fingers.

Across from him, a young knight with blond hair and blue eyes was chatting with him.

Writer: "It's hard to defend the kingdom, isn't it?" ”

"It is an honour to serve His Majesty the King."

The young knight smiled lightly, without any edges and corners on his body, and talked to strangers with a generous aristocratic bearing.