Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 108 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (3)

The cold, indifferent voice rang out again, telling Saloel, who still held onto a sliver of hope, that this was not an illusion.

Meeting those fragmented, deep blue eyes, Yu Ci took a step forward, but the resistance against her arm grew stronger and stronger, and the sharp nails even seemed to be digging into her flesh.

Yu Ci glanced indifferently at the woman's white-tipped fingers, smiled slightly, and the next second, a strong force landed on the woman's face.

The force was so great that a woman couldn't withstand it.

The latter, with a straight fan, spun around, fell to the ground, and knelt down, unable to get up.

Everyone: "..."

Looking down at the still bewildered woman, Yu Ci casually shook her hand, which had a little sore from slapping her, and slowly spoke:
"I'm sorry, that's very rude of you."

The best way to deal with an impolite person is to slap them across the face.

Anyway, she used her internal strength to strike, so ordinary people couldn't tell how powerful she was. They just thought that this delicate little princess was weak and could be knocked down with a single blow.

A slap and a single sentence silenced everyone in the hall.

After a long while, the woman lying on the ground covered her numb face, and after a long time, she looked at her with disbelief, her voice trembling: "You, you dare to hit me!?"

He paused, his eyes brimming with tears and anger, his voice rising several octaves: "You dare hit me?!"

The shrill scream, clearly indicating a loss of reason, was piercing. Yu Ci glanced at her with a half-smile, then turned and bowed slightly to the old emperor and Lancelot, her eyes slightly red.

"Your Majesty, my lord, my hand..."

Without needing to say more, the red claw marks on her bare, fair arms were obvious, and everyone present could tell at a glance.

On the high platform, Louis, who was clearly shocked by her previous actions, choked up. His bloated body trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the scepter.

Is he really that strong...?

He glanced at the woman on the ground and realized that although she had made a big show of slapping someone, there wasn't even a handprint on her face.

She's a princess raised in the wild; how could she possibly have the strength to slap someone away?

...It must be the one on the ground pretending to be weak.

Louis swallowed hard, his eyes darkening.

"Uh, um... I've always known that Eastern countries value etiquette and manners, so there's nothing wrong with Princess Yuci's actions. Well, you can go ahead."

Saloel's eyes widened, her red lips trembling with anger: "Why, why?!"

Even though she shouted herself hoarse, she could only watch helplessly as that slender figure was escorted away. The old emperor's orders were ringing in her ears, but Saloel couldn't hear them at all, and her hands clenched tightly at her sides.

……

It was early morning in the depths of winter in the Teren Empire. The continuous snow covered the entire city in a silvery white, quiet and desolate, with thick smoke rising from the trees.

The biting wind was piercing and penetrated right into the skin.

Yu Ci, who came out with the group of men, was still wearing that elaborate and gorgeous dress. Because it was a half-strap dress, her entire shoulder was clearly exposed to the cold wind.

The weather didn't affect her.

The vampire's invulnerable and poison-resistant physique remained intact, so he felt no coldness at all.

but……

Yu Ci glanced at the aloof figure beside her and slowly stretched out her wicked little hand.

Feeling a gentle tug on one side of his sleeve, Lancelot paused, stopped, and turned to look at her.

Before he could speak, the middle-aged knight beside him ran over with a drastically changed expression, his flustered movements seemingly trying to get her to let go of his pulling hand.

His explanation, with a complex expression:

"Your Highness, the Duke dislikes being touched by others..."

Oh, she forgot.

This little guy has a serious case of mysophobia.

Yu Ci pursed her lips and obediently lowered her hand.

[Target's corruption value +1: 91]

"..."

She didn't want to say anything more, but the man in front of her remained silent and expressionless, looking down at her as if waiting for her to speak.

Yu Ci slightly raised her eyes and smiled faintly at the man: "My lord, I'm so cold."

"Could I borrow your clothes for a moment?"

This sentence immediately made the middle-aged knight's expression turn horrified. He opened his mouth, glanced at the emotionless man, and wanted to plead for the girl.

But in the next second, they saw the handsome and noble man with his eyes half-closed and his thin lips tightly pressed together slowly taking off his military overcoat and draping it over the girl's body amidst the astonished gazes of the knights.

The two figures were very close together. The girl looked up, while the man looked down. His large hands, with clearly visible veins, were fastening the buttons of his military uniform, and he even pulled the clothes tighter before doing so.

This scene was truly shocking. All the knights froze on the spot, but when faced with the man's indifferent gaze, they quickly turned their heads away, pretending not to have seen anything.

Lancelot didn't speak. He glanced at the girl looking up at him, his deep blue gem eyes revealing no emotion. He simply strode forward and walked to the steps outside the hall.

Yu Ci lowered her eyes, her delicate hands clutching the military uniform that was a little too big for her. As the breeze blew, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted into her nostrils.

That's his scent, faint, and always very pleasant.

Atop the long steps, a slender figure stood gracefully, his golden, tousled hair made even more beautiful by the snowflakes.

His handsome profile was aloof, his long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and scattered snowflakes fell on them, scattering as they trembled. His narrow eyes gazed quietly at the snow falling in the distance.

He stood there quietly, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, exuding a cool and aloof air, like an elegant nobleman from the Middle Ages.

The otherworldly, ethereal Di Mountain is enough to attract attention and inspire awe.

However, Yu Ci knew clearly that the fragments of this plane were far from what they appeared to be.

He was the youngest duke in the Teren Empire and the most ruthless knight on the battlefield.

In the original work, Lancelot's parents were of noble status and cared deeply for their only son. The family of three once lived a peaceful and happy life in the Empire.

But this happiness was always short-lived for Fragment. When Lancelot was ten years old, he witnessed his parents being assassinated by spies from another country. It is said that their deaths were extremely gruesome.

The spy who carried out the assassination jumped to his death, and the investigation yielded no results, so the matter was hastily closed.

Previously friendly noble relatives disregarded Lancelot's youth and past experiences, openly and secretly coveting the wealth of the Hell family, but were all rebuked by Emperor Louis of Teren.

But since then, Lancelot, who had no one to look after him, voluntarily joined the ranks of the Knights of the Guard to hone his skills and did not return home for a long time.

Because he spent many years in the army, which was frequently involved in wars, Lancelot became cold-hearted in character and ruthless and bloodthirsty in his actions. He showed no mercy to the gods and killed countless people, climbing step by step to the highest position.

They will stop at nothing to fight for and seize what they want; beneath the calm surface lies a trail of bloodshed.

It was terrifying and utterly inhuman.

For this reason, he also built a huge private prison that terrified everyone, where he would torture war criminals and spies from various countries.

The latter, in particular, anyone who walked in vertically would be forced to turn into blood before it flowed out and splattered, leaving not even a bone behind.

This shows that he hated spies to the extreme.

Everyone attributed this to the fact that his parents had died at the hands of spies from another country.

Ke Yuci knew that Lancelot's ruthlessness was not just a simple matter, but more a result of his psychological problems.

As everyone knows, the noble Duke has a severe case of mysophobia, and ordinary people cannot get close to him or touch ordinary objects.

In the end, he killed the female lead, who had been sent by the male lead to act as a spy, and ultimately perished together with the regent of the enemy country on the battlefield.

war.

They're basically all dead.

This was not the ending she wanted.

Yu Ci lowered her eyes.

He hated spies, but she was a spy nonetheless.

This time, his heart will also overlook the deep-seated hatred and resentment, overlook the ruthlessness and heartlessness, overlook everything...

Should we side with her again?

Yu Ci pursed her lips, somewhat puzzled as to why she was feeling sentimental at this time of year.

She has always been a carefree and playful person.

Behind the door lies the answer to why you lost your memory.

"Just focus on your strategy and open the door."

The words of the gods seemed so close, disturbing my usually calm and peaceful mind.

"..."

Her amnesia,

What does this have to do with doors?

What does this have to do with strategy fragments?