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

Chapter 145 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (40)

The next second, the man released her and stood up. Against the backdrop of the raging war, he slowly and methodically straightened his clothes, adjusted his hat and belt, brushed off the dust, and straightened his sleeves.

"..." The elegant gentleman, standing tall and graceful, smiled and took one last deep look at the woman on the ground who was shedding tears. He stood on the city wall facing the rockets and stray arrows, spread his arms, and fell backward.

"Your Majesty!!!" Countless soldiers stared in disbelief, reaching out to grab him, but it was too late; the man had already fallen from the city wall.

Below, the thunderous roar of the attacking cavalry continued, the earth trembled, and the sounds of the two sides fighting and the figures falling to the ground were completely drowned out, as if a stone had sunk into the sea, leaving no ripple.

Tanasa watched helplessly as the man jumped off the city wall, frozen on the ground: "..."

With Nadeshiko dead, the Ryukyu soldiers were leaderless and began to fall into chaos, quickly suffering repeated defeats.

Wilves, who had just been taken away, came hacking his way through the crowd with his sword. When he saw Tanas sitting blankly on the ground, he didn't have time to think about anything else. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up, saying, "Let's go!"

The city gates had been breached, and the Black Riders poured in. Just as Weves and Tanasa stepped off the city gate, they were nearly trampled to death by a charging black horse.

Wilves and Tanasa: "!"

Almost instantly, Lancelot pulled on the reins, and the black horse's front hooves suddenly lifted and landed on the other side, panting heavily as if it were about to pounce.

"Where is she?" Lancelot asked hoarsely, his voice not loud, but loud enough for the two of them to hear clearly.

Tanasha snapped out of her daze: "I'll take you!"

Although Wilves didn't quite understand what the two were saying, he knew that following them was the right thing to do.

The three quickly arrived at the ice cellar in the Regent's room in the palace.

As soon as I went in, I sensed something was wrong; the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning kerosene.

“…” Lancelot’s expression was not good. His light blue eyes scanned the pile of ruins that had been burned to ashes. His hands, with bulging veins, clenched uncontrollably. He was unwilling to guess the worst answer.

Tanasha also looked at the scene before her with a complicated expression. More than a dozen coffins had all been burned to ashes. Obviously, this was done after she left. Nadeshiko was afraid that his family's bodies would not be treated well after he died, so she simply burned them in advance.

Without time to think about anything else, Tanasa quickly ran to a corner and started digging at an ice wall with her scimitar.

“I dug a hole and hid Cici inside,” Tanasa said, struggling to dig.

Lancelot pursed his thin lips and followed suit, kneeling down and beginning to shave ice with a dagger.

Despite the ice cellar having experienced a significant fire, the ice here hasn't melted much. Moreover, as time goes by, the ice that had melted into water on the surface begins to refreeze, sealing off the cracks left by Tanasa.

Watching the two men's actions, Wilves gritted his teeth, pulled out his dagger, and charged forward.

All three were skilled in martial arts, especially Lancelot, who was quite strong. It took them the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to open the ice door.

When the dagger finally pierced the ice door and was pulled out, Lancelot saw the girl inside through the hole in the blade.

In that instant, Lancelot's breath hitched, and the icy layer on his pale blue eyes shattered completely, leaving them deathly still and dark.

The dagger was thrown away, and his large, veiny hand trembled almost imperceptibly as he frantically and helplessly dug into the hard, cold iceberg, again and again, until his fingertips were pricked by the sharp ice peaks and bled, until streaks of blood appeared on the pale ice door—

Until he held her cold body in his arms.

The girl in his arms was quiet and stiff, her black hair was disheveled, her beautiful face was bloodless, and the torn wound on her neck was obvious and gruesome.

Suddenly, a drop of water fell from the wound.

Drop by drop, from those deep blue gemstone eyes. Lancelot's eyes were red, the usual cool calm long gone, replaced by the deathly stillness of a shattered glacier.

"..." His bloodied fingertips trembled as he lightly touched the wound, but then abruptly pulled back just before touching it, pulling the girl tightly into his arms.

The man knelt on the ground, his wife, who was already lifeless, in his arms.

"..." Tanasha's eyes reddened, and she turned her head away in reluctance.

Wilves staggered back a step, dropping the dagger from his hand, staring at the beautiful figure in disbelief.

Mel and his knights finally arrived, their panting ceasing abruptly when they looked at the two figures on the ground. His pupils constricted, his expression a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

The ice cellar was bitterly cold.

It is far less painful than the pain a man feels when he sees his beloved dead.

……

One day later.

With Fu Zi dead and the Ryukyu emperor long gone, the country is now without a head of state and entirely under the control of the Black Knights.

Inside the ice cellar.

As Mel reported the news from outside, she looked at the man and fell silent, her mouth agape without uttering a sound.

On the ice platform not far away, the girl was sleeping peacefully. Lancelot lowered his eyes and bent down, gently wiping the girl's hands with a white handkerchief, bit by bit, carefully and gently.

"..." Mel looked away and continued, "The surviving noble families have been taken back by the various countries, and the dozen or so small countries have also withdrawn their troops."

She paused, pursed her lips, and said, "The Regent Anvina, also known as Nadeshiko, was trampled into a bloody mess by the Black Riders' fierce horses after falling from the city wall. When I sent people to collect his body, they could only do a rough job. The blood was mixed with the flesh and blood of other Ryukyu soldiers, as well as mud and filth. It was really... impossible to tell the difference."

As she spoke, Mel tried to read the man's expression.

Lancelot continued wiping the girl's body with his eyes lowered, his azure eyes revealing no emotion, and said indifferently, "Throw her to the dogs."

The man's voice was extremely hoarse. Mel pursed her lips, accepted the order, hesitated, and then slowly spoke, "My lord..."

"You've been in the ice cellar for a whole day and night..."

Although this ice cellar had been destroyed by fire, it was still a deep ice cellar with a history of quite some time, and its coldness was no joke.

In addition, the man had been traveling through wind and rain for more than half a month, rushing to Ryukyu without rest, and now he saw... Mel looked at the girl on the ice platform with a complicated expression.

I'm really worried that the adults won't be able to handle it, both physically and mentally...

Mel ultimately failed to persuade the man and left with a sigh.

When Tanasa arrived, Lancelot remained by the girl's side, never leaving her.

"..." She pursed her lips, not approaching, but standing a few meters away from the ice platform, quietly watching the girl.

In her memory, she suddenly flashed back to the words the girl whispered in her ear after she had given her the medicine—

Don't worry.
I will not die.
Please tell Lancelot that I will return, but... it will take time.
Tanasa: "..."

Suicide by cutting one's own throat won't lead to death—what an absurd and misleading promise!