The Hero in Exile

"Uh...what happened to you guys?"

Actually, there is no change. I just feel that the distance between the two of them is less, and they feel much closer when standing together.

"Eh? Is there...is there? I don't think so."

"Nothing is the same as usual."

After saying that, he put his arm around Lingyu's waist with a serious face.

Moran clearly noticed that Lingyu's body trembled. Lingyu glared at him angrily but didn't do anything else. In Moran's eyes, this behavior was just like acting coquettishly.

"Okay, it must be my illusion."

Tongxu, who felt a little headache, rubbed his eyes. It was really a sin that he stayed up late to work last night and saw them showing their affection.

Bronzebeard had already silently decided in his heart that he would go to the warehouse today to get some titanium alloy to make a dog eye.

"Ahem, let's get down to business. I can't do anything about your spell, but there's a place where you'll most likely find the answer you're looking for: the Magic Academy. They're about to start recruiting students this year, so I can write you a letter of introduction. Besides, their principal is an old antique who's over 150 years old and likes to study these things. Maybe he has a solution."

The Magic Academy was once a place where magicians from various countries voluntarily came to the center of the continent to teach magic. Anyone with a talent for magic could participate. As time passed, this school has completely escaped from the control of the country and has become an independent neutral area.

"Then why don't you just ask that principal to come and take a look?"

"Don't make a mistake. Do you think we dwarves need magic? We haven't established diplomatic relations and he's about three times my age. How can I possibly hire such an old idiot? I'm lucky enough to be able to send you in."

"Then you really don't have it."

"Ah, yes, yes, after all, I, a dwarf, am being bullied and I still need your help."

Bronzebeard has long been accustomed to Moran's ridicule. Right, right, right, he deals with it.

A few days later, Lingyu and Moran rushed to the magic academy with the letter of introduction written by Bronzebeard.

Before leaving, Bronzebeard provided a piece of information. Before, the church had been looking for dwarves to purchase a large number of magic crystals. As for the dwarves who had no use for magic, they would give them as much as they wanted. However, in order to weaken the power of the church, Bronzebeard stopped supplying them.

Although it only takes a few days to get there, it's a lot more boring in the carriage. There's also a bit of awkwardness because it's my first time receiving a confession and I don't know what a couple can do in a carriage.

Lingyu thought about it and walked from the back seat to Moran's side at the driver's seat and leaned against him.

Moran was a little surprised that Lingyu came over suddenly, but there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He took out a hand and held Lingyu, and the two hands were tightly clasped together with their fingers crossed.

"Why do they need so many crystals? I didn't see them use much of these when I was in the church."

"Maybe he wants to make a super bomb to blow up the world so that everyone in the world can go to see the God of Light?"

"Your idea is too evil."

How can I describe this kind of train of thought? He is worthy of being the Demon King. How did I end up being conquered by such a guy?

"But I think it's pretty much the same. The magic crystals stored there are more than a country at war, the army is so powerful, and the empire has been infiltrated like a sieve. It's hard to imagine that they will remain friendly forever."

"Too."

For the rest of the time, Lingyu leaned on Moran and chatted with him from time to time. Perhaps because she was with the person she loved, time passed so quickly that she didn't feel anything.

During the chat, Moran also complained. Moran, who was in high spirits, said that anyone with talent could get into this crappy magic school. He didn't know whether he, a demon, had talent or not, but as long as he had a letter of introduction, he could get in. Unlike the demons, which preyed on the weak, the strong preyed on the weak.

night.

After confirming the relationship, Lingyu did not take out two beds, but a double bed and naturally asked Moran to come and sleep with her, and even asked her to hold her.

Originally, Moran wanted to ask in a tactful way, but Lingyu's series of actions were too simple and rough. Although it was really fun to sleep together, he felt a little disappointed when he didn't see her shy look.

"Why do you look absent-minded?"

Lingyu poked Moran's face with some worry. Could it be that she was too proactive and made Moran feel uncomfortable?

"It's just that the change is too big. They feel like an old married couple even though they just broke up."

"I... this is my first time dating and I don't have much experience. I don't know how to improve the relationship, so I have to do this. You were the one who confessed to me first. If you are the first to mess around and then abandon me, I don't suggest that I ruin you."

"How is it possible that I, a demon king, could do such a thing."

No, I was worried because it was the Demon King. I complained in my heart but couldn't say it out loud.

"Well, I still trust you. Good night."

After saying that, Lingyu kissed Moran on the face at an extremely fast speed, then immediately buried her head in the quilt and rubbed Moran's chest. Only the ahoge that kept swaying outside revealed the owner's inner thoughts.

Moran touched the cheek that had been kissed.

It turns out that she is still shy, and she is sure that she is not trying to seduce her concentration as a postgraduate candidate? Forget it, just bear with it and wait until these things are over. It would be bad if someone gets killed now.

"Good night."

Moran gently held Lingyu in his arms, and the faint fragrance entered his nose, as calming as the spring breeze. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.

To be honest, it's really difficult to ask an author who is still working on Chinese Valentine's Day to write a sweet story. If you have any ideas, please leave them in the comment section and I will refer to them and write a sequel or the main text.