The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

Darkness, you can never see the marginal darkness, but it's not an annoying darkness. Although you can't see a gleam of light, it seems that there is something warm by your side, always guarding, worrying, calling him... that What is it? Are those two familiar voices someone he knows?

The mighty power, the power to destroy everything, the power from the demon king of another world, is still flowing in the body. However, it was much calmer than before. If the power of the demon that entered his body just now was a violent storm, the power of the demon now is the dark starry sky, eternal and mysterious. It is hard to imagine that the power of the Demon King, which has always appeared in a crazy form, also has such a calm side.

I don't know how much time has been in this darkness, Ulysses finally wakes up slowly. First, the hands, then the feet, and finally the whole body, all regained consciousness. In that darkness, but could not feel his body at all, it was almost the same as the state of the soul in the legend.

"Are you awake?" Arzeria's calm and steady voice came from very close.

"Well, thank you, Arcelli..." After that, Ulysses was completely stunned, and even only half of the words of gratitude he was about to say.

Very close, closer than ever, Arseria’s calm green eyes are less than forty centimeters away from him, and that perfectly beautiful face can be touched by just gently reaching out. .

The root cause of this distance is his location. I don't know when, his upper body fell on Arseria's knees, and the hands that often held the golden holy sword in battle were carefully holding his body, seeming to confirm his current situation.

With her steel gloves taken off, Arcelia's hands were warm and soft, and she couldn't feel the hands of a swordsman who had fought for a long time. Although she was wearing silver armor, the fragrance of the girl still drifted from her armor to Ulysses's heart. It was a piece with a hint of steel, but mixed with the fragrance of a pure girl, like a white flower blooming on the battlefield, strong and holy.

The silver moonlight shot down from the night sky and shone on Arseria's white face and silver steel armor. The girl's face represented the armor of war and death. These two samples should be incompatible. At this moment, the coordination that appeared to be incomparable was so beautiful, so sacred and inviolable.

Time, at this moment, seemed to stagnate temporarily. In Ulysses' eyes, Arseria's armored, slightly worried face was more beautiful and more eye-catching than the full moon in the sky. At least, at this moment, there was only her shadow in his eyes.

"Arcelia." At this moment, Ulysses didn't know what to say. He had never thought that he and her would have such a close time. Therefore, when faced with such unexpected scenes, he was completely at a loss.

"What's wrong, haven't the sequelae of excessive use of power disappeared?" Arseria reached out and gently touched Ulysses' forehead to confirm his temperature.

"It looks like the high fever has passed, there should be no major problems. You had a high fever for a while, and it looked terrible."

"Sorry, I was dumbfounded. Because tonight's Arcelia seems very different. It seems to be very gentle and cute." Without any consideration, Ulysses naturally said his current thoughts. . Arcelia tonight is indeed very gentle, gentle enough to make him feel like she is dreaming.

"Gentle and cute?" Alseria clearly showed an unexpected expression, as if she had heard something incredible.

"Well, Arcelia, don't you think so?" Ulysses said positively.

"Gentle, cute... Those things have nothing to do with me. Ulysses, you don’t need to be so polite. I know very well myself, since I chose to hold this golden holy sword Xcaliba From now on, those things can no longer belong to me." Alzeria smiled and shook her head without any hesitation.

Yes, that kind of thing, she had already lost it. What the citizens need is a strong, "king" that can protect the country, not a gentle and lovely "girl". In fact, the moment she drew the golden holy sword and put on the steel armor, she, as a "girl", had disappeared. Only the "king" who was carrying the country's safety and wielding the golden holy sword of the chosen king was left behind.

Already, it is impossible to go back again. Before pulling out the holy sword, the girl Alzeria, who was dedicated to practicing, looking forward to being affirmed by her father, and also looking forward to love and the future, had long since died. The passing time will not turn back, even if she no longer has to bear the country, she only needs to be loyal to the young devil in front of her, but what has been completely lost will never come back.

There is no need to remember, it is meaningless behavior. She has never regretted pulling out this golden holy sword that represents kingship and sacred power. At the moment when her father died in battle and the country was about to collapse, she chose this path voluntarily. Not as a gentle and lovely "girl", but as a powerful "king" who can protect the entire country.

She is one of the king's candidates, with the blood of the red dragon and the outstanding talent for swordsmanship. In order to save the country close to destruction, in order to live up to the blood of the dragon flowing in the body, in order to protect the countless ordinary people injured by the war, for her sister. She voluntarily bears all this.

There is no regret or sadness. From the beginning, this was the path she chose. She used her own will to pull out this golden holy sword, and at the same time abandon her as a "girl" and become the supreme "king".

"No, actually..." Ulysses wanted to say something, but seeing Alseria's calm and serene green eyes, there was no way to continue.

It was the calm eyes like the deep blue lake, without any sorrow, nor any loneliness. People with such eyes would not be easily shaken by others. That peace and stability represents absolute self-confidence, or absolute calmness.

In retrospect, Arcelia has always been like this. She rarely sees her complete anger. She can face the enemy with the calmest mind at any time and find a way to victory.

Even in the face of Nobel, the eighth-level strong, and the mighty Hydra, she can still show her superb sword skills without any gaps. Compared to him, who can only rely on the power of the abyss to convict, she can be called a true warrior. Think about it carefully. In those two fierce battles, she hadn't been seriously injured at all, and she was the only person who could stay with Helen until the end of the battle.

Strong, really strong, different from the other girls in the Apostles. That unhurried manner and calm judgment are no longer just as simple as the "strong man". Unlike the "ghost" Relu who can make people scared and fearful, Arcelia possesses the attributes of a "king".

"Can you stand up?" Looking at Ulysses who was still in a daze, Arcelia patted him on the shoulder and asked seriously.

"Almost, it seems that the sequelae are almost gone. Probably, in a few minutes." After making a fist, Ulysses breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he could finally return to the hotel without incident.

"That's good, continue to rest. Helen and Sharon shouldn't come back so quickly. In fact, if you are not awake within half an hour, I must take you back to the hotel to ask Aya for help." Arce Leah said seriously.

"Thank you, but why Arseria, why did you help me conceal Helen and Sharon?" Ulysses never figured this out. He didn't want anyone to worry about him, so he tried to hide it. Own anomaly. But why would Arcelia help as if he knew what he was thinking?

"Because, carrying all the hardships alone, I know better than anyone. Since I decided to carry everything on my own, then, no matter how painful, I would not want others to worry or drag them down. You also think so, no Wrong.” Arcelia said softly, staring at Ulysses on her knees.

"Thank you, Arcelia." Ulysses nodded, and at this time, there was no point in arguing. She knows him, knows his obsession, and is even one of the few girls in the group of apostles who supports his priest's dream. For this kind of her, he didn't need to lie.

"Since you have chosen this difficult road, go on according to your own ideas. No matter what your final choice is, it should be your will. Now, take a good rest." Looking at Ulysses. With a serious grateful face, Arseria nodded gently, motioning for him to continue to rest.

The silver moonlight continued to shine on the two of them. Under the moonlight, Ulysses, who was lying in Arseria's arms, closed his eyes, quietly feeling the gentleness that came out of the steel armor. Even Arcelia herself thought she had lost the tenderness and loveliness of a girl. However, in his opinion, holding the golden holy sword and wearing the steel armor, she who has been silently guarding this group of apostles is actually more gentle and lovely than any girl...