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

Chapter 114 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (9)

A day flies by, time slips away in the blink of an eye.

As evening approached, the lights in the military camp remained burning brightly.

Several officers, sitting in order at the table, were nervously giving their reports. They were all covered in sweat, and their fearful eyes kept glancing at the man sitting upright in front of them.

"The knights have enough food. Training..."

The man behind the table, with a cold expression, remained silent, only lowering his eyes and turning the pocket watch in his hand.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the second hand ticks, like a death knell.

The official who was giving his report swallowed hard, trembling as he wiped the sweat from his temples, and inexplicably quickened his pace.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, perhaps due to psychological reasons, the sound seemed to grow louder and louder, making everyone's hearts pound with anxiety.

The officers, who had been trembling with fear all day, dared not breathe and all looked to Mel for help.

Everyone: W-what's going on?! Why is the master keeping turning his pocket watch all day?!
Mel: ...

Mel gave a bitter smile and chose to look up at the ceiling.

When the last officer finished his report and everyone was awaiting instructions, Lancelot, who had been silent for a long time, raised his eyes and his cool gaze swept over everyone.

After a moment, he gave a soft "hmm": "Let's discuss it again tomorrow."

After saying that, he gestured to leave, clearly indicating that he wanted to get rid of them.

The officials looked at each other, sweating profusely, feeling that tomorrow's discussion would surely cost them their lives, and they all looked at Mel in despair.

Everyone: Help! Help! Help! Help! Didn't the adults always freeze us with their glares until dawn?! Why are they letting us go so early today?! o(╥﹏╥)o
Mel: "..."

After a long while, only the two people remained in the room.

Mel pursed his lips, carefully choosing his words before speaking: "Sir, several officers from the armory are waiting to come in for their report."

"Prepare the car."

A cold voice cut off his unfinished words, and Mel understood: "...Yes."

Outside the door, several officials who had been waiting anxiously for a long time saw Mel, but before they could speak, they were invited to leave.

"Huh? This, this is...?"

Mel smiled and said, "Sir, you have other official business to attend to. Please come again tomorrow."

He used to be a career-oriented man who practically lived in the military camp and his study every day...

Looking at the other officials who were equally puzzled and frightened, Mel helplessly rubbed his forehead, on the verge of tears.

The roots of troubles.

What a jinx! o(╥﹏╥)o!!

……

Evening had arrived at the Duke's mansion.

Yu Ci was being bathed, changed into a dress, and dressed up by a group of maids.

"..."

With a helpless glance at the maid massaging her feet, Yu Ci looked again at the woman behind her in the mirror.

She laughed, "How could Sister Beiya say such things as 'I miss you' or 'I'll accompany you' to adults? It's really..."

Dry! Beautiful!
"Really what?" Beya smiled, her eyes lowered as she carefully decorated the girl's hair. "Hmm... I was just truthfully reporting Her Highness's thoughts to the master. Could it be... ah, that's not what Her Highness thought?"

"Should I go and talk to them again?"

The woman's teasing words were light and playful. Yu Ci smiled, as if she was extremely shy, and called out "sister," which made the woman chuckle.

"Knock-"

A female voice came from outside the door, "Your Highness, the Lord is waiting for you in the main hall."

"Alright, alright," Beya agreed. She let out a soft sigh, leaned slightly forward to meet the girl's gaze in the mirror, and exclaimed, "Wow~ you're so beautiful!"

"So……"

"Please enjoy your candlelight dinner tonight, my dear, Your Highness."

Yu Ci smiled as she looked at the woman in the mirror. This time, there was no more testing between them, only the warmth of sincerity remained.

……

Main hall.

Inside the classically styled, elegant and dignified hall, a man leaned lazily against a chair.

Her pure gold hair shone brightly, and her azure eyes were half-closed, revealing no emotion as always. Her former fitted military uniform had been replaced with a regular Western-style white shirt and black trousers, and her cold aura softened slightly with the change of clothing.

Although it's a simple outfit, it looks elegant and dignified on a man.

The pale shirt fits snugly and exudes a restrained aura, with gold buttons fastened all the way to the slender neck, outlining a perfect proportion and an inverted triangle-shaped tall figure, showcasing an ultimate indifferent and aloof demeanor.

At this moment, the man crossed his legs, his sleeves half-rolled up to perfectly match the light royal blue cufflinks, revealing his strong and powerful arms. One large hand with distinct knuckles landed on the documents on the dining table in front of him, tapping them lightly and silently.

They were clearly waiting for someone.

Behind the man, Mel, who had been standing quietly for a while, glanced at the seat opposite the long table.

No one is empty.

Looking at the handsome man whose expression remained indifferent but who no longer exuded the usual impatience, he couldn't help but sigh.

The last time this duke was made to wait like this was the last time.

As she murmured to herself, a red skirt came into view out of the corner of her eye.

The moment he looked up, Mel froze on the spot.

Not far away, on a crystal spiral staircase, a woman in a long, flowing dress with a flushed face, her slightly intoxicated color accentuating her already stunning beauty, stood out.

Her long, dark hair, reaching her waist, was loosely tied up with a flower hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her ears, exuding a gentle and elegant charm.

The woman had light-colored eyes with upturned corners. Her every smile and frown was like a combination of a sacred lotus before the Buddha and a poppy in the dark night—pure yet alluring, innocent yet captivating.

The room fell into a deathly silence, with the only sound being the crisp sound of her high heels as she walked.

Step by step, sound by sound, it resounded deeply into everyone's hearts.

[Darkness Value -10: 65]

Yu Ci's indifferent gaze swept over the nearly petrified crowd before finally meeting those deep blue gemstone eyes.

She stopped.

Because the owner of those eyes was slowly walking towards her.

A tall figure and a cool, masculine aura gradually enveloped her, his cold, gem-like eyes fixed on her, even as he stood right in front of her.

The man stopped at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, his eyes tinged with pure azure. He had one hand behind his back and the other outstretched, and his slight bending over made him appear shorter than the girl, despite his originally imposing height.

Slow and deliberate, elegant and dignified.

What is clearly the most basic Western chivalric courtesy, when performed by a man, seems like—

An invitation from a medieval nobleman.

Looking down at the long, slender, and well-defined hand that was quietly extended in front of her, Yu Ci smiled faintly and slowly placed her hand on it.

Both of them shuddered the moment they hit the ground.

One reason is that it feels too hot to the touch.

One reason is that it feels too cold to the touch.

Yu Ci was helpless.

She is a vampire, and her body temperature is always cooler than that of ordinary humans.

This is something we are born with in our genes, and we can't change it.

Fortunately, the man didn't say anything. He just half-covered his eyes, gently picked up the woman's hand, lowered his head, and gave her a tender kiss.

The thin lips were warm, and when they landed on the back of my hand, it sent a tingling, shivering sensation through me.

Lancelot did not let go of her hand, but led her to the long table under everyone's gaze, and moved a chair for her to sit down.

In just a few dozen seconds, the knight's gentlemanly etiquette was brought to its fullest extent.

For an ordinary person, Mel would find it quite ordinary, but when this happens to a man...

He choked up, secretly glancing at the beautiful figure, and sighed inwardly.

There's a saying in the East.

Ok……

Even heroes cannot escape the calamity of disaster.

Just as he was thinking this, Lancelot gave him a faint look.

"..."

Mel understood immediately and stepped forward to obey the order. He then spoke to the maid beside him before walking to the fireplace that was burning not far away.