Emilia slept for a long, long time.

She clasped her hands together and naturally protected her chest, as if she wanted to protect her small breasts, which did not have much weight. She curled her legs, tucked her knees into her arms, and wrapped herself comfortably in the quilt, like a newborn baby.

The sleeping Emilia is so cute, who would have thought that such a cute girl would be a brave man, and she is clearly a tired little girl.

Now Emilia can finally let go of all her responsibilities, let go of all her baggage, quietly close her eyes, and exile her soul to the boundless dream, enjoying this unreal beauty wantonly.

I don't know when it began, for her, even dreaming has become a luxury, and it has become an unattainable enjoyment.

When did it start?

Maybe it was that night seven years ago. Emilia will never forget that night—the night of the Red Rose. Her happiness, her innocence, her fantasies, all that she had was cruelly deprived that day, nothing remained.

It would be nice if I could stay in the dream forever, but a dream is a dream after all, and even if you sleep for a long time, it will come to an end.

The camera pulls back to reality.

At this moment, Amilia's dreams suddenly fall apart, evolving into a devouring nightmare, devouring what remains of her pride.

"No, no......"

Emilia groaned unconsciously as she lay on the ground.

"No!"

She snapped out of her nightmare and reluctantly opened her eyes, and soon the dark sky and dark green canopy came into view. Looking up at the starry sky, through the layers of leaves, she could see the shimmering stars the size of grains of sand, and the poignant crescent moon hanging in the sky.

But the scene in front of her was foggy, she couldn't see anything clearly, and the dim environment gave her the illusion that she was still in a dream.

Was it reality, or was it a dream?

There was an imperceptible cold in the autumn evening, and the cool night breeze penetrated into her clothes, teasing her sensitive skin, and sending the first cool gift of autumn to Emilia, who had not woken up.

She subconsciously pulled the quilt and hid herself in a more enclosed space to escape the attack of the autumn wind.

"Ahem...... Well, should I punch you in the stomach and yell 'it's time to get up'?"

An untimely voice came, instantly driving away Emilia's sleepiness. She rubbed her eyes, tilted her head, and followed the source of the sound to find a very annoying silver-haired teenager.

"No need......

Since Edward, the nasty ghost, can still laugh and tease her, it means that all the enemies have been destroyed and she is safe. In other words, her enemy was the only one left in front of her.

No, it's a demon.

Emilia sat up from the ground, pulled the quilt against the tree, and kept her distance from Edward vigilantly.

"I can save your life, so cold? at least say thank you. ”

"It was Audley who saved me......"

"If it weren't for the dagger I left you, I'm afraid you'd have died!"

"Sophistry. ”

"I'm telling the truth. Hey, why are you hiding so far? I'm not going to eat you. ”

"Don't come here......"

Emilia subconsciously hugged the quilt in her arms. The quilt seemed to split the world in half, with Edward on one side and Emilia on the other.

The quilt became Emilia's only weapon......

That's when she suddenly noticed something strange. They are obviously in the wilderness, and they don't have any luggage at all, why do they have a quilt?

"Tsk...... Since you're so afraid of me, give it back to me. Edward said.

"Huh?"

"Give me back the thing you were holding. Edward accentuated.

"Why?"

"You're an idiot, that's my clothes, why do you say ...... Don't hold on so tightly, give it back to me. ”

"Yours?"

Only then did Emilia notice that the "quilt" that gave her warmth in her arms turned out to be Edward's coat.

"Hmph, give, give you!"

She tossed her clothes into a mess and threw them to Edward without looking, then quickly turned her head away from Edward's gaze.

"Really...... You're really not cute at all, and there has to be a limit to your stubbornness. ”

“......”

"Don't you notice? You need this dress more than I do. ”

"What?"

"Just look down. If you don't want this dress, I don't have an opinion, but I won't lend it to you when you want it again in the future, hehe~~"

"Huh?"

Emilia subconsciously lowered her head, and in just a moment, her face became flushed. She hurriedly hugged her knees with both hands, her legs clamped tightly, and her whole body curled up in a ball.

Her clothes were in tatters, especially her blouse, where bloody strips of rag fluttered in the wind, and her fair skin was faintly visible. She had been stabbed several times in the back, and the fabric on her back was even more torn, not even a garment, worse than a savage.

The scene in front of him is extremely evil, Edward feels like a strange uncle who molests a girl, and Emilia is the miserable girl. The girl could only hide in the corner and sob, despising the strange uncle with disgusting eyes......

"Ahem...... Don't care, you don't have anything to see in the first place, so you don't have to block it so tightly. ”

"Y-What are you talking about? You perverted ......"

"Am I wrong, just looking at your upper body, who would have thought that you are a woman, flatter than a man, I really don't know how you did it, are you really a woman? ”

"Perverted, perverted, I, I'm going to kill...... You ......"

"Forget it, give me a good rest!"

Edward was a little annoyed, and waved his hand to throw a black object over.

"Hmm......"

Amilia's eyes went dark, and her head was covered by an oncoming unknown object. When she took it off, she realized that it was a warm coat.

"I don't want you to help you bandage your wounds, I won't be able to save you if I crack it again, so be honest with me! The Silver Pine Forest is so big, I don't want to carry you back." ”

"Y-You helped me bandage my wounds?"

"Nonsense, who else but me?"

“......”

Emilia noticed that not only the wound on her shoulder, but also the wound on her back and the back of the knee on her right leg had all been carefully bandaged. Although the strips of cloth that temporarily served as bandages were dirty and unsightly to bandage, they still had the least effect on stopping bleeding.

"I'm very impressed, but thank you for it. Edward said.

"You bandaged it yourself?"

"Of course. ”

"You—Do you have ...... Is there a ......?"

Emilia stammered in a trembling voice.

"Yes, of course. You've been touched all over your body! It's so strange, you're a warrior but you don't have any muscles, your skin is soft, slippery, and it's very comfortable to touch, especially your little breasts, don't look at it, it's very small, it's full of bullets!"

"Shut up! I, I ......"

Emilia tries to pick up a rock from the ground and kill the pervert, but she can't. The sharp pain from the wound forced her to rest honestly against the tree.

"Haha, just kidding, don't get excited. I'm your life-saver, even if I take advantage of you, you won't suffer, it's a good reward. ”

"Shut up, pervert! it was Audley who saved me, not you!"

"Hey, how can you say that. It was I who deliberately cast my magic to teleport Audley from a distant land to save you, and it's all my credit!"

"Teleportation, hmph, you know space magic?"

"Space magic......? This ......" Edward scratched his head in embarrassment, unable to speak for a long time, and finally he gave up his defense, spread his hands, and said indifferently, "Okay...... I don't know space-time magic, I lied. ”

"Coward, you don't deserve to be a demon king. I even escaped from the battle......"

"I'm not a coward!"

"Hmph, pervert, coward......"

Emilia gave Edward a disdainful look, and then immediately looked away, as if she didn't want Edward to appear in her field of vision.

Emilia thought that Edward had left her and fled, but in fact Edward was ...... He, huh...... Well, he did escape.

But Edward didn't think so.

He admits that he did ignore Emilia in danger, but it was a last resort, and it was none of his business for Emilia to find her own death, and he couldn't stop it if he wanted to.

He thinks that he shouldn't be considered a coward at least, and it's too ugly to run away or something, and it's better to call it a strategic retreat in other words.

Yes, the tactical surname retreats.

The story goes like this-

When the Demon King's sigil reappeared in Edward's body, he temporarily gained a powerful sense of perception, and he could sense everything around him, including the dead leaves falling from the trees, including the Black Flame Gang camping not far away.

He knew all the secrets that were happening in the forest.

Of course, that also includes Audley, who got lost in the forest.

He noticed that the idiot seemed to be lost and had been spinning in circles. But he didn't say it, and he didn't care about Audley's life or death. It wasn't until the end that he ran to the idiot to save Amilia.

Emilia wanted to kill herself, but she couldn't stop her, so Edward had to choose to leave the white moon with Emilia, and then run away on her own to find a trusted helper to help her.

Audrey did not disappoint Edward. As soon as this idiot appeared, he instantly turned the tide of the battle, not only cutting the boss of the Black Flame Gang in half with a flying axe, but also killing all the little minions without letting any of them go.

Even though Edward told the truth and confessed everything to Emilia, the latter still disdained him, constantly calling him a "pervert" and a "coward", and ignoring all his excuses on the grounds of wound recurrence and dizziness.

Emilia wrapped her upper body around Edward's coat, found a comfortable corner, ignored Edward's noise, leaned against the trunk of the tree and fell asleep.

Maybe the coat was dirty, maybe the owner of the dress was annoying, but right now, Emilia really needed something that would give her warmth and security...... Even if it still smells of Edward.

She was so tired.

"Hey, why did you fall asleep again not long after you woke up......?"

Edward smiled helplessly.

He had a lot to say, but Emilia was already asleep, and he could only swallow it back into his stomach in silence.

He clutched the small stone in his hand and took it into his arms. The milky white stone glowed softly in the darkness, as beautiful as the tears of a goddess......

(It's a little late today.,Weakly ask for support.,Ticket collection or something.,It's full of bullet surnames)

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