Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 31: The storm is coming

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Selma recovered from the initial consternation and doubt.

"Will you take me away? Take me back to the stars?"

The lights around the dining room flickered slightly in the wind, as if echoing the girl's words.

She raised her head, her voice trembling slightly: "Is this your truth?"

Faced with the girl's blue eyes, Thales was speechless.

A touch of embarrassment and ease of relief, while climbing into his heart.

Me.

I just said...

Tyles has a splitting headache, but the words have already been spoken. He can only keep thinking about this sudden idea and the possibility of implementing it.

The prince kept rubbing his hands, observing the granddaughter’s expression:

"I mean, I think... you now..."

But Thales immediately closed her mouth: At this moment, the grand prince, with a look that Thales could not understand, stared at him quietly through the clip-nose glasses that the prince gave her.

At that moment, Thales felt that he did not recognize the girl in front of him.

"But, why should I go with you?" Selma said softly, her voice seemed to be coming from tens of meters away, hazy and ethereal.

"In what capacity and why should I follow you?"

Selma turned her head lightly, her voice was steady, her words were intermittent, as if she was carrying an unparalleled weight: "Could it be like the agreement that Majesty Nunn said back then...as your fiancée?"

At that moment, the girl's eyes seemed to have some terrible power, forcing Thales to look away, as if the other person's expression was the most terrifying poison in the world.

The second prince has never been so embarrassed.

Perhaps only the first time I met King Kessel, it was comparable to this time.

Especially after he realized that he might have said something that could be easily misunderstood.

Tales took a breath and hurriedly shook his head: "Hey, no, Selma, I didn't mean you just eloped with me..."

At that moment, it seemed that someone had frozen the air in the room.

The grandpa lowered her head.

"What's that for?" Selma spoke slowly, her voice turning cold.

The more embarrassed Thales exhaled in pain, and it took several seconds to reorganize his emotions.

"Freedom League, marriage, vassal, black sand collar, Qiyuan City," he squeezed out these words abruptly, the sentences were not coherent, "all these, these are just the beginning."

"In the future, you will even face more terrifying things, such as having to make cruel choices, such as a conspiracy that the enemy has been brewing for several years..."

For example, the throne you may eventually lose, and the tragic fate that comes with it.

"You will see more and more terrible things, but you are standing in the most vulnerable position, with very few chips in your hand, even the people around you..."

Thinking of Nicolai's cover-up and Risban's serious and solemn manner, Thales subconsciously kept silent.

"I can't protect you all the time, Selma, neither can anyone else," Thales took a breath, feeling heavy as he spoke:

"For your safety, to stay away from these dangers..."

The grandpa raised her head slightly, interrupting the prince.

"That's it."

Selma's expression changed.

"Take me away for my safety," Selma looked away and snorted with a smile: "I understand, this is the reason."

"I understand."

"There can be no other reason, is it — you just can't say that word."

That word?

Thyls looked at her like this, and an unspeakable feeling filled his heart.

No.

No, Selma, you...

"Just like in the past," the girl sighed, her eyes with a slight melancholy: "You worry about me, love me, and pity me-just because I'm weak and need protection, just like a little dog ."

"So you have to take me away."

"As in the past, this is the reason—the only reason."

Thyls took a deep breath: "Selma..."

But Selma seemed to be immersed in her own world and ignored him.

"That's right, that's me, the weak and helpless me who is waiting to die with my eyes closed and can only wait for others to reach out."

Thyls was taken aback for a moment.

The girl’s eyes froze in the air, her voice trembled slightly:

"Do you remember that six years ago, when I was taken away by that monster-the catastrophe of blood... it was all human, or all human parts: eyeballs, lips, ears, internal organs, The hands and feet, soaked in blood, all tremble in front of your eyes...Dark, creamy, and bloody."

The memory of Thales was brought back to Kilika the Hydra—Giza's pet—. Thinking of those broken limbs, he felt uncomfortable.

He lowered his head, did not speak, and had nothing to say.

"I remember I couldn't stop shaking, and couldn't help crying," Selma squeezed the tablecloth in her hand, looking pale at the food on the table, "because I can only cry, I can only cry, I only cry. All I can do is cry and wait for death."

"At that time, can you imagine how I felt?"

The lights in the dining room flickered slightly, and their shadows trembled.

Thyls just felt heavy in his tongue.

"Sorry, that was..." He said hard.

It was my fault.

The prince whispered in his heart.

It's me, it's you...

Selma raised her head suddenly and stared at Thales, her eyes softened a lot.

"Until you, Thales, you grabbed that strange dagger, **** and exhausted, appeared before my eyes," the grandfather's voice was calm, but she couldn't hide the ups and downs of her voice: "Just like you On the same night, against the majesty of His Majesty Nunn, he did not hesitate to pull me away from him."

Tels paused slightly.

"You came to save me when I was most desperate." She said flatly.

"You are the only bright color in that nightmare, Thales."

"Can you imagine that feeling?"

Thyls stared blankly at Selma, who was behaving unusually, feeling quite uneasy.

"Just like now, again," the grandpa sighed slightly, looking at the knife and fork beside her with a complicated expression: "Are you here to save me again?"

"Save the girl who has always been taken care of and blessed by you, save the cringing, timid, and trembling little slippery head?"

"Because this is the only image of me in your heart, right?"

"So, I can never be seen squarely by you, and seen by you equally."

Thyls frowned deeply, only to feel the strangeness of the girl in front of him getting deeper and deeper.

She...

"Selma," Thales' voice unknowingly brought a bit of doubt and anxiety: "What happened, why would you... ask this?"

Selma sneered.

"You know, for more than a month, Charles has tried to convince me that being too close to you is not a good thing."

The female congressman shook her head, as if she was about to throw something dirty from her head: "But I told him: From that nightmare night six years ago, I knew that even Charles, Even Lord Nicolai, even Justin, even the entire Dragon City betrayed me."

"You, Thales Canxing will stand in front of me to protect me without hesitation-just like facing disaster six years ago."

Thyls shivered sharply.

"If you are like this, I can't believe it," Selma lowered her head, and a bitter curve formed at the corner of her mouth: "Who can I believe?"

The girl turned her gaze and tried to block the glitter in her eyes with the reflection of her glasses, but Thales still caught the moment.

"I know you have a lot of secrets, Thales," Selma's tone was tired and disappointed, and her voice hoarse: "Whether it is a persistent search for records about the end battle and the dragon, or once a month The request to go out to play chess, or the blood disaster and the blue disaster, and why they are looking for you..."

At that moment, Thales didn't speak.

But when he looked at the girl's eyes, he couldn't help shaking slightly.

It turns out...

"But I didn't talk to Charles or any of them," the grandpa took a deep breath and said, "I know you must cherish these secrets very much, and I also know that since they are your secrets, they will never Harm to me."

"Yes, Thales, I believe in you," Selma lowered her head and said hoarsely: "Trust you with my life."

Silence.

The complex and unspeakable taste filled Thales' heart, making his mouth bitter.

Yes, Selma is not a characterless little girl.

On the contrary, she is very sensitive and sharp, but most of the time, she hides herself behind the lens.

No one knows, probably no one cares.

Include me.

"Yeah, Thales Canxing, what am I to you?"

Selma raised her head with difficulty.

Once again, the girl gritted her teeth and said, "Is it your burden? Is it your responsibility? Is it the bargaining chip you hold in your hand? Is it worth your time to save me like this? Or are you forced to accept? Fiancée?"

Thyls swears that he has never seen this look on Selma's face.

It was a mixture of melancholy, hesitation, pain, resentment, anger, and grievance, all of which gathered in the crystal-filled eye sockets of the grandpa's lens.

It seems that the little slippery head he has known in the past six years is just a fake shell, as if the Selma in front of him is the truth that Thales has never discovered.

"No, neither."

She resisted the tears that were about to be forced out of her eyelids, choked up and said:

"Now, I understand."

The second prince couldn't say anything anymore. He just stared at him blankly, looking at this little slippery head that he didn't know or cared about.

Selma twisted her stiff neck and forced herself to look at Thales desperately.

She unknowingly brought a hint of sarcasm to her unconcealed choking:

"You, Prince Thales is different from most noble people. You have a unique and warm heart, and you have your own principles. You can't bear the sufferings and disasters of the people around you without being indifferent..."

"So you always lend a hand to the weak, right?"

"Like me."

Tyles looked at her sadly, only feeling that her chest was dull.

The depths of Selma's crystal eyes flashed with disappointment and pain, and an indescribable light was released behind the lenses.

"You can’t watch me being forced to decide on marriage, you can’t watch me in danger, you can’t watch me facing the princes alone, so you don’t hesitate to save me—just like you Back then, I did not hesitate to return to the Palace of Valor, just like facing the princes."

"Of course, you still feel guilty and feel that you are responsible for putting me in the position of Grand Duke, right?"

"So, you have pity on me, sympathize with me, help me, and protect me," Selma tried to make her whimper sound like a sneer, but she was obviously unsuccessful. "But for you, At best, it's just one of the countless weak people whom you have pityed for and rescued—no matter what I want or not, there is no more."

The next second, the girl squeezed her fists, her arms trembled slightly, as if she was enduring some great pain.

The uncomfortable silence in the dining room returned.

There are only two breaths left: one is trembling and unstable, the other is long and dull.

Selma clenched her teeth, her eyes soaked with tears behind the pinnacle glasses, her jaw trembling slightly.

Finally, a drop of crystal fell from the corner of her left eye.

Tyles closed his eyes, and lowered his head with a sigh.

Selma clenched her teeth, she stretched out her hand, shaking but firmly wiping away the tears from her left face, but she couldn't stop the tears from falling from her right eye: "So you will never tell me to you Putting it in a world, you will never treat me as yours, yours..."

She can't go on.

Selma tilted her head to the other side to prevent Thales from seeing her tears.

"This is the whole meaning of'take me away'-a few weak people who need to be rescued, no more than you rescue any puppy on the street, because this is where I am in your eyes."

"Selma..." Thales sighed. He tried his best to force himself to speak, while deliberately avoiding the topic he least wanted to talk about: "Maybe you shouldn't think so much. We are partners who have always worked together..."

"Partner?"

"No."

"You said that Leona Tebuck is like a brilliant diamond, shining in the sun, making you never forget it," Selma gave a cold smile with tears, her expression sad and decisive: "Phase In contrast, Selma of Longxiao City, no, the little slippery head of Longxiao City is probably just an annoying and incompetent weak, waiting for your charity and protection."

Thyls clenched his fists.

"Of course not," he gritted his teeth and squeezed a few words from his teeth: "You...you are different to me."

"Different?"

The girl took a deep breath. She took off her glasses and wiped the tears from her face vigorously.

Selma shook her head and hummed coldly with a choked voice:

"No, Thales, for six years, I know you too well."

"Perhaps you haven't noticed it yourself: the women who will make you truly admire and admire are the only strong, independent, self-emerging girls, and your eyes will always only shine for them. "

Thyls frowned.

"For example, the female duke, even if she is thousands of miles away, she can still make you sincerely admire; for example, the female officer of Ji Ni, as a teacher, even if she has not seen her for six years, she has not faded from your heart for a moment; The flower of the fortress, she is the warrior who resists the front like an iron wall when the storm comes."

The second prince took a deep breath, only feeling stiff in his tongue.

"Even the female vampire you mentioned, who betrayed you and pushed you to a desperate situation, is called Salina or some kind of ugly monster of Tarina."

"At least she is powerful and terrifying, so that you will be extremely jealous every time you mention it, and be wary of inexplicable, and then put her in the most critical position in your eyes."

Selma put on her clip-nose glasses again, and her eye sockets were slightly red and swollen.

"Only people like them can attract your attention, make you unforgettable, stand in front of you, look straight into your eyes, and talk to you equally and independently," her tone returned to calm. But the emotion in the sentence is full of coldness: "And the girl who can only shrink in the library, obey her vassals, fear politics, and tremble in the face of difficulties, she can't..."

"She can only hide in the corner of your eyes forever, always protected, led, pitiful, and always only helped by you, favored by you, and rescued by you."

"I can never stand in the same world with you."

"Even if noble as you, even as kind as you, even as kind as you, in fact, it is no different from my vassals: only strong can make them obey, and likewise, only an independent and self-improving woman can make you look- —For example, not long ago, the female soldier in the black sand collar."

"And if I were just a weak and weak girl, I would reap contempt and contempt from my vassals. When I came to you, it would be condescending pity and sympathy."

Thyls has nothing to say.

He wanted to tell her no, and tell her that all of this was superfluous speculation.

But...

Thyls remembered what Jinx’s madam told him before:

[Many times, it is precisely because of your highness that you have been concerned, considered, and accompanied, that a lady feels that she is safe, so she can let go of worry and vigilance. 】

[But the problem is, she is not safe. 】

[She shouldn’t think so either. 】

Yeah, Xiaoshou, Selma, what is she to herself? The responsibility caused by guilt? The sustenance reserved for pity?

Because of her...

Tyles raised his head and looked at the beautiful face of the girl, reddened against the platinum blonde, just feeling depressed inside.

The little girl who looked up in the library stupidly seemed to appear in front of her again.

For six years, when I brought her out of that hall, I probably never thought there would be today.

But, for six years, I think I know her well.

I thought I was helping her, protecting her, and wishing for her...

Tyles sighed: But in fact, I never knew her, nor tried to marry to understand her.

Just treat her as...

"Did you forget, Thales," Selma looked at the cold broth on the plate and snorted subconsciously: "You told me before that you don't want me to be Forced to become what others want,"

"You want me to be who I want to be."

This time, the Grand Duke of Longxiao City raised her eyes without any hesitation.

"So..."

"I refuse, Thales."

The girl did not turn her head, nor looked away, she looked straight into Thales’s eyes, with a certain tone:

"I will not follow you."

"If I listen to you, leave obediently, retreat and leave, and leave happily, then I will always be the little girl you helped."

"I'm tired of being a little girl, Thales," Selma exhaled, pale and pressed her lower abdomen, only to see her clenching her teeth, her eyes firm: "I'm tired of doing it. 'Your' little girl, fed up with being taken away from danger by you, living in a greenhouse."

Selma's eyes flashed with cold light, and an unspeakable sense of coldness was released behind the lens: "Moreover, as the female grandfather of Longxiao City, I will not and cannot leave with a star prince—— No matter what kind of hardships and obstacles, strong enemies and fierce battles, this is my home. I was born in Sri Lanka and I will die in Sri Lanka."

Until one day, I can stand face to face with you.

Thyls.

She said silently.

There was silence in the dining room.

The grandma and the prince are sitting on both sides of the dining table, facing each other quietly, as if the food on the table is just a display.

Like a century later, Thales finally spoke with difficulty.

"Selma..."

He didn't know whether it was for himself or the other party, and said in a low voice: "Okay."

The second prince let out a long sigh, his eyes dimmed: "I see."

Selma chuckled lightly and let go of her hands pressing her abdomen, her face slowly.

"It's okay."

The grandfather seemed to be quite depressed, and she shook her head.

"I know," she said flatly: "I know you are only occasionally impulsive."

Thyls frowned slightly.

She...

"You are not alone, Thales." Selma looked out the window with a complicated expression, as if looking at a dimly indistinguishable painting covered in a scarf.

"Behind you there is your country and your people."

"Have you considered the consequences of kidnapping the Grand Duke of Longxiao City?" The Grand Duke smiled and shook her head as if to ridicule it, but the smile seemed to be quite difficult to Thales. "You took me away, just kept me away from worries, but it will bring more people and bring more terrible disasters."

"If you recover," Selma sighed, "If you reconsider this choice, you won't say that again, because you want to save me, and you can't bear to see them suffer The reason for the disaster is the same."

"In this world, probably no girl is worth the price you paid."

Thyls clenched his fists.

No.

You, you are still different after all.

You are...

You are...

Just then, the door of the dining room rang.

"Madam, prince, forgive me for interrupting," Count Lisbane's deep voice came steady: "Can I come in?"

The strange atmosphere in the room seemed to be broken instantly.

Tyles and Selma quickly picked up their moods, adjusted their state, and welcomed the Lord Regent in.

Earl Lisbane is still in that serious attire, his expression is indifferent, he doesn't seem to see the red eyes of the grandma, nor the prince's lost look.

However, at the moment Lisban spoke, listening to his unusual tone, Thales had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough.

"Your Excellency, Prince Thales, the letter crow from Qiyuan City has just arrived."

Risban's words made the two of them look upright.

"The senators meeting of the Freedom League has just ended: the first letter of probing has been sent to Qiyuan City, proposing to reduce tariffs."

Selma took a breath: "So..."

Risban nodded, his eyes solemn: "Pray for the city, Couricun Ronnie has issued a warrant to fully mobilize all the troops and supplies of his immediate territories and vassals, and at the same time recall the tourists stationed in the great desert. The guard troops, with all their strength, blocked the border to the West."

Tyles' eye pupils tightened slightly~IndoMTL.com~In the Hall of Heroes, the image of the strong-tempered long-haired prince reappeared in his mind.

At that moment, Lisban's expression was extremely solemn: "At the same time, he sent a large-scale official mission, and he will arrive in Longxiao City soon."

Thyls and Selma looked at each other, confused.

The prince raised his head: "Ronnie sent an official mission, not just to say hello--I guess he has learned that the Black Sand leader is here?"

Risban raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted, as if blaming Thales for his actions a few days ago.

"Please be prepared, two people, no matter who is behind this game," the regent's eyes swept over the two, his words seemed to be with the power of brewing a storm, covering this little side Dining room:

"It has already started."

"A storm is coming."

(End of this chapter)