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

Chapter 126 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (21)

"Ah."

Yu Ci hummed softly and hugged the woman tightly. "I'm so sleepy, go to sleep."

"..." Tanasha lowered her eyes and softly hummed a foreign tune.

……

Things happened faster than expected.

The warm midday sun slanted down, casting two indistinct shadows on the large, stained-glass window.

"Lord Mel."

Yu Ci smiled gently, held the food box in front of her, and looked up at him.

"These are pastries for Lord Lancelot. Could you please deliver them to the military camp tonight?"

Since returning from the Spring Banquet, Little Fragment has basically been living in the military camp. This time, while Mel is back to get a change of clothes, she needs to bring down her rising darkness level.

After a pause, the girl smiled and took out another exquisitely packaged bag. "Of course, this is yours. I hope you like it."

Mel was taken aback.

"Ah, this..."

Before he could finish speaking, the girl seemed to understand his meaning perfectly.

The person before me lowered their eyes slightly, their eyelashes trembling, and said with a bitter smile, "Lord Lancelot has not returned to the manor for a long time, but the military camp... is really not a place for me to go."

"It would be bad if someone suspected me of being a spy and tried to get rid of me."

Mel: "..."

Yu Ci blinked and smiled innocently: "You agree, right?"

Mel: "...Haha..."

In short, the food box containing the pastries eventually reached Lancelot's hands in the evening after going through many twists and turns.

That night, in the military camp study.

Mel stood by the desk with a freshly heated food container in her hand. Her hand, which was bent over the desk holding documents, paused, and her cool, azure gaze glanced at him.

"My lord." Mel pursed his lips, gave a knightly salute, and gestured with his hand to indicate what he was holding.

"This was entrusted to me by Her Highness the Princess during the day. She said she hadn't seen you, sir, for a long time, and was unable to come to the military camp due to her status..."

Mel carefully chose his words, speaking with great caution.

Upon hearing this, Lancelot only glanced at him indifferently, then after a long while, gave a soft "hmm," and then buried his head in the documents again.

Seeing how focused the man was on his official duties, Mel pursed her lips and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm really afraid that adults will become so obsessed with beauty that they can't...

"never mind."

My inner thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cold, indifferent voice.

The man, who had been engrossed in his work, suddenly put down his documents, slowly rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong wrists.

His golden, tousled hair shone brightly under the light, his handsome face was expressionless, and his well-defined hand reached out to the stunned Mel.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Give it to me."

“…Oh.” Mel was a little dazed, but still quickly handed the food box to the man.

Lancelot lowered his eyes and took the food box. He used his gloved hand to wipe the edges and corners of the food box with a handkerchief, his leisurely manner as if he were polishing some rare treasure.

The adult's obsession with cleanliness is still quite severe... Mel thought blankly.

Looking at the plates of delicate oriental pastries in the opened food box, Mel was stunned, remembering the unopened bag the girl had given her.

...It must be said,
That princess is truly beautiful, virtuous, kind-hearted, and skillful.

If it weren't for their status... Mel actually thinks she and the adult are quite... well-matched?
Lancelot paid no attention to the knight's inner thoughts.

He lowered his eyes to look at the plates of pastries that were still steaming slightly, the faint aroma filling his nostrils, and the ripples in his azure eyes paused for a moment.

After a long while, without even taking off his gloves, he reached out and picked up one of the pieces, examining it closely without tasting it. Mel keenly sensed the sharp drop in temperature in the room and involuntarily tensed up, looking at the aloof and dignified man before him.

"grown ups……"

“Besides her and you,” Lancelot said in a hoarse voice, his eyes half-closed, “who else has touched the food box?”

Upon hearing this, Mel realized there might be something wrong with the pastries. His expression turned serious, and he spoke as he tried to recall:
“After Her Highness entrusted it to me, I have kept the food box with me at all times and have never let it leave my side.”

"only……"

Mel paused, "Only when I went to the manor kitchen to heat up the food containers were there too many people and eyes... Sir, is there something wrong with these pastries?"

"Ah."

Lancelot gave a soft "hmm," his slender fingers toying with the pastry in his hand. With a single pinch, it crumbled into crumbs that drifted onto the table.

"Go check." Lancelot looked calmly at the surviving pastries in the food box, then took off his gloves, which were covered in crumbs, and threw them into the trash can next to him.

He said calmly, "Everyone who entered the kitchen today will be taken to a private jail."

A private jail?

Suddenly, the image of a blonde, blue-eyed woman flashed into Mel's mind.

If it involves her, then things could get very serious.

Even the usually composed Mel showed a hint of anxiety.

May God protect us!

Please, please don't let it be Rui En!!!
The truth of what happened back then is still unknown...

Mel frowned, looking like she was about to cry, quickly accepted the order and left, but then suddenly turned back.

"grown ups……"

Seemingly finding it somewhat difficult to say, Mel quietly added, "Her Highness the Princess and Miss Tanasa also went into the kitchen today..."

The rest of his words were drowned out by the cold, azure gaze.

Mel pursed her lips, placed her right hand on her left chest in a gesture of respect: "...Understood."

The room instantly fell silent.

The man sitting in the chair had a calm expression, and a coldness spread through his lowered eyes.

……

Not long after the knight left, a group of officials arrived nervously to prepare their routine report.

The moment they entered the room, they were enveloped by a chilling aura. The first official to enter turned pale as he glanced at the man's indifferent face and the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table.

That's a sign that the man is getting impatient.

The officials swallowed hard and exchanged glances, secretly thinking that they were doomed today.

The briefing inside the room began quickly, with several officials, still sweating profusely, recounting the battle situation at the front.

One of the officials, who was giving his report, wiped away sweat, finding the process inexplicably difficult.

When he looked up, he saw the man staring at him expressionlessly. His heart skipped a beat, and he almost knelt down.

"Your Grace, is there something amiss...?"

The trembling question did not diminish the coldness in Lancelot's eyes; on the contrary, it made him even more icy.

He slightly lifted his eyelids, crossed his legs, and leaned back upright in the chair behind him.

The gloved right hand seemed to be rubbing the pocket watch almost imperceptibly, turning it slightly. The crisp sound was like a death knell, causing the temperature in the room to drop even further.

"Speak the key."

Upon hearing this, the bearded official, who was over fifty years old, nodded and bowed repeatedly in agreement. He didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from his face, and he tried his best to choose the words that were already very short.

Inside the room, the rest of the people didn't dare to breathe loudly. A few of the bolder ones even dared to steal glances at each other, trying to get a look from the person next to them to answer their questions.

Of course, no one knows where the man's unusual coldness came from today.

But after the meeting, a certain girl will be the first to know.