i am your guide

The resilience of the S-level sentry should not be underestimated. Kevill, who had been asleep for a day, had completely escaped from the side effects of the psychotropic agent, but the doctor ordered him to stay in the hospital for an extra day, and the escort task naturally fell on Sith.

It took less than half an hour for Kevill to wake up, the military communication was encrypted and transferred to the hospital. Sith politely went out to avoid suspicion. When the sliding door of the ward was closed, it was blocked by something, and it closed slowly after a slight pause.

Kevill's vague voice came from the ward, and Sith felt something rub against his feet. After lowering his head, Hein's sturdy body came into view.

The big tiger folded its crystal wings, and was sitting at Sith's feet in an extremely intimate posture. Heine noticed Sith's gaze, and raised his head to look at him with round eyes.

One person and one tiger stared at each other for a long time, Sith's expression remained unchanged, Heine raised her paw and picked off the guide's trouser leg, and suppressed a small growl in her throat.

"Don't go anywhere, wait for Kevill to finish his work report." Sith leaned half his body against the wall, he folded his arms and tilted his head to glance at the rough-edged glass of the ward door, only the outline of the golden sunlight could be seen clearly.

Heine squatted on the ground, rubbing the tip of her paws against the short bricks in the corridor, squinting her eyes and flicking her tail, rested comfortably beside Sith for a long while, and suddenly stood up at a certain moment.

The wings on the back of the Maverick suddenly opened, and the dark blue lightning spread from the position where its front paws fell, rushing upwards crackling.Sith looked at Heine with an absolutely strong posture to protect him behind him without knowing why, and before he knew what happened, he saw Heine arched his back quickly and his sharp teeth rattled.

"Heine."

Sith frowned slightly. He had never seen the little tiger beside him in such a defensive state. His soles made a muffled sound when he stepped on the stone bricks in the corridor. The guide raised his eyes to look at the empty corridor, and suddenly heard footsteps Voice.

The tip of the high heels pokes on the floor, like the drumbeat of steel guns when the infantry marches in line. Fragments of light flow from the round window at the end of the corridor. The first thing that appears in the empty corner is a touch of extreme white. The ruffled lace skirt is cut Sunlight.Immediately afterwards, the aura of the holy unicorn came overwhelmingly.

Half of Heine's body was in front of Sith, he narrowed his eyes, and the woman who was walking was reflected in his pupils.Maverick's beard moved, facing the enemy's threatening growl became louder and louder.

Sith stood where he was until Vivian appeared at the end of the dimly lit corridor.Her Royal Highness is dressed up today, even the white gauze gloves on her hands are docile and meticulous, and her big skirt hangs down to her feet.

Vivienne was not surprised to see Sith at the door of the ward, but when her eyes fell on Heine, she couldn't hide her shock.

Since Sith left the capital star four years ago, Kevier has had great resistance to releasing the spirit body, or it can be said that Heine has a strong resentment for appearing in the eyes of others. Or the deep consciousness of the guide, which means that Heine's behavior can completely represent Keweier's state.

Academically, it is believed that there are only two possibilities for a Sentinel who refuses to release his spirit body: suffering from a mental disorder or having a strong mental trauma, and Keweier is obviously the latter.Most people thought that too frequent mental riots made Keweier's control over the mental body less, but Vivienne knew that was not the case at all.

Because she had seen Keweier staring at the ring on his hand in a daze, with deep eyes and a sad expression.

"Heine."

Sith's voice was deep, and he looked directly at Vivienne without saying a word.

After receiving the warning, Heine stopped immediately. It withdrew the electric light that wrapped around its body, and leaned halfway to Sith's feet. The sight of the holy unicorn was full of warning.

After a long stalemate in the air, Vivian's good expression couldn't hold back anymore. She clenched her fist behind her back, her nails digging into her palm.

"If His Highness is here to visit Keweier, we may have to wait a little longer." Sith wrote lightly: "If His Highness is here to accompany you, maybe you don't need to worry about it."

What he said left room for decency, both etiquette and honorifics were not in line with the politeness he understood, but the pertinence could still be heard.

Perhaps Heine was by his side, and that silent support gave him enough confidence.Sith didn't even need to think about how Kavier would feel about his current response, because the guide subconsciously felt that the Sentinel wanted him to.

"In what capacity did you say that to me?" Vivienne sneered, and she stepped closer to Sith, her eyes darkened as if she was dizzy from a fire.

"Kevier's guide." Sith smiled slightly, meeting Vivienne's gaze without fear.

"It's just a nominal guide." Vivian stood still in front of Sith, gritting her teeth word by word.

"Isn't His Highness also a nominal guide?" Sith replied.

Vivian's face became ugly to the naked eye.

Indeed, she has the highest matching degree with Kavier in the entire empire, but she still can't reach the best fit point, especially after the appearance of Sith, this only advantage has disappeared.No matter how loud the public's voice is, it doesn't mean that the relationship between Keweier and Vivian is real.

"You!" Vivienne leaned forward, and the mental fluctuations revealed with anger were about to hit Sith, only to see a blue light flashing across the narrow gap between them, and Heine stood up instantly.

The furious roar of the tiger resounded throughout the corridor, and even the glass of the window at the end shook twice. The lightning surged and devoured Vivienne's uncondensed mental strength, and Her Royal Highness's face immediately turned pale.

Heine's intervention made the distance between the two guides even tighter. Vivienne took a few steps back, her chest heaving with anger.She clenched her fists to maintain the final graceful posture, and gave Sith a resentful look.

Sith looked directly into Vivian's eyes, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, I want you to be clear about something."

Vivian frowned slightly, she didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the zucchini.

"I once said that you don't have to face a big enemy..." Sith narrated calmly, a glint of light flashed in his pitch-black pupils: "From now on, you'd better be more cautious."

"I want Kevil, and I will compete with you in an open and honest manner."

Sith didn't know what Vivienne said to Keweier later in the ward. He said that he would compete with Vivienne openly and aboveboard, and he would never intervene to influence Keweier's choice.He just took Hein to the small garden downstairs for a walk, sat on the bench and massaged the little pads on the little tiger's paws.

When he returned, Kevill was already sitting on the hospital bed, watching the latest arrest warrant issued by the military department.

"What are you looking at?"

Sith walked into the ward, he took a glass of water, sat on the soft chair and raised his eyebrows and asked Keweier.

"The progress of the shopping mall bombing." Kevier seemed to have encountered a difficult problem. He turned the screen to the direction of Sith, and a video was playing on it.

It was a clip cut from the monitoring inside the building. In the dark passage, a man in black jumped across the field of view of the camera and walked towards the photoelectric master control room.

"That's the only clue?" Sith rested his chin on his right hand, swiped at the edge of the cup with his head tilted, and said vaguely.

There is nothing to see from this video alone, let alone find someone.Capital Xingyi caught a lot of people with similar stature, and he couldn't be arrested as a suspect just by seeing someone.

"It's been confirmed, it's the Eye of Hell." Kevill squinted his eyes to see Sith's lips being brightened by the warm water, he pretended to cough, and calmly set his eyes on the water glass in Sith's hand.

The guide, who was drinking happily, suddenly didn't realize it. He was still eagerly preparing to listen to Keweier's continued analysis of the case, but after waiting for a long time, he found that the sentinel suddenly stopped talking.

Major General Jones, surnamed Kevill, was staring straight at the fingers of the man opposite him holding the water glass, and sometimes turned his gaze on the guide's lips. Seeing Sith cast his gaze on him, the sentinel coughed again.

Fake ones can no longer be faked, but a certain guide believed it.

"What's wrong?" Sith frowned. He bent over and reached out to Tan Keweier's forehead, and said worriedly, "Did you have a fever?"

Kevill pursed his lips, but still did not speak. Sith's palm was warm, but his fingertips were unexpectedly cold.When the ends of the blonde hair on the forehead were lifted up, there was a string of itchiness, which made people feel distracted.

"Then drink some water and moisten your throat." After groping for a long time, Sith didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Keweier. He was still debating whether to call a doctor to take a look, and handed out the cup in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Sith saw that the patient in his mind was calm and joyful, taking away the cup in his hand like passing a holy torch, and drinking plain water as carefully as fine wine and jade dew.

Heine crouched next to Sith and flicked her tail happily, turned over and pulled Xia back to her side who was about to slip away on the ground, and the tiger and the cat were entangled again.

Sith sighed, not knowing what to think.

3:10 am in the middle of the night.

There was the sound of bottles and jars breaking in a large palace, and the sound of hysterical curses came faintly.

"Get out! Get out all! Get out!"

The gold-encrusted door was tightly closed, and there were bursts of shattering sounds and a woman's cry from the room. Her voice was extremely sharp, like a ghost from hell, and she sometimes cried. Dozens of maids looked terrified. Standing quietly outside the gate, he knocked on the door and begged the people inside to calm down.

"Your Highness, please don't get angry...Your Highness..."

The maids had never seen their highness lose their composure, and some timid ones even cried.

"roll!"

Blocked by the thick door, the extremely sharp voice was just muffled.

Several people made a mess of porridge, turning around like ants on a hot pot, their heads were covered with sweat, mixed with tears along their cheeks: "What can I do...Who will persuade Your Highness..."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The maid in the long blue dress who often stood beside His Highness seemed to be hastily woken up in her sleep, and hurried over with her skirt before even combing her hair. She frowned and looked at the maid outside, and said coldly .

"Sister Amy, you are finally here, Your Highness smashed things inside and kicked us out, Your Highness..."

Seeing Amy coming, all the maids crowded up as if they had found the backbone, and surrounded her tightly. Amy, who probably understood what was going on, sighed in her heart and ordered.

"Everyone, go back to your own room now. You don't have to make any difference tonight, and you are not allowed to go out even a single step. What happened today is not allowed to go out. If you let me know who is talking behind your back, don't blame me for being unfeeling."

As the chief executive of His Highness, she has extraordinary power.He has always been ruthless and ruthless, and most people would not dare to provoke him, so His Highness highly values ​​him.

Hearing what she said, the maids nodded repeatedly and rushed to escape from the place of right and wrong.Soon, everyone dispersed.

Amy was very smart, and immediately understood why His Highness was so angry. She knocked on the door lightly, and as expected, she received an even louder roar from His Highness.

"Your Highness, getting angry in the middle of the night hurts your body."

"Get out! Leave me alone!"

There was another sound of a porcelain bottle falling to the ground. Amy frowned and took out the spare key.

As the chief steward, she always carried the key with her.

When I opened the door, I saw an extremely miserable situation. The vases, porcelain cups, hanging paintings, tables and chairs in the dormitory...anyway, everything that could be smashed was smashed all over the place, as if the dormitory had been looted, and no one could settle down. place.Those that could be broken, such as porcelain cups and vases, were broken into pieces, and the paintings that could not be broken were also torn, and the tables and chairs were overturned.

Vivienne knelt in the middle of the ruins, her hair was extremely messy, the crown on her head rolled into an unknown corner, the skirt on her body was torn into several seams, and the veins on her neck were twisted and twisted. Because of crying so much, her eyes and the tip of her nose were red, and the tears could not stop flowing down, tearing apart her beautiful face.Seeing Amy come in, she picked up her high heels and threw them over.

Amy took a wrong step to the right, and saw that the shoe hit exactly where she was standing before, and the heel of the shoe hit the door with a dull sound. The sound was definitely not light, if it really hit The head is estimated to be bleeding immediately.

"roll!"

Vivian sniffled and cursed.

If you get angry, you will only tell people to roll. Your Highness's vocabulary has never grown when he loses his temper for so many years.

Her Royal Highness's gaffe can't be seen by others, and it's been a long time since she was so angry. Amy walked over with a place where she could get her feet and said something.

"I'm broken in love."

This is an affirmative sentence, and Vivienne's affirmation is not needed at all. Amy has long known that such a day will come.

Hearing these words, Vivian stood up staggeringly. Now she was like a bullfighting bull who saw the red cloth, and when she heard the word 'broken love', she became angry. She walked closer step by step with bare feet. Amy, grabbing her by the collar and yelling.

"Why! I am better than that guide everywhere! Why!"

"Wing Tiger! Family crest! Dare to give away anything!"

"Is my identity not worthy of him? Obviously I came first! We've known each other for so long! Why is he so unwilling to be tempted!"

"No matter how many years have passed, he will never look me in the eye! It was like this at the beginning, and it is still like this now! I have already pulled down my face and begged him, but he still doesn't care!"

"He can bear that person leaving him without saying anything! Being someone else's third party is plausible! Others have forgotten him and he can still rush up... What's so good about that guide? It's worth his life to rush up !"

"It's just a guide, is he sick!"

"He... why would he rather torture himself... than like me..."

She picked up a crystal sculpture at her feet and wanted to throw it out, but after she picked it up, she couldn't throw it out anymore.

It was a holy unicorn carved out of blue crystal, and some flawed knife work could barely carve out a shape. The unicorn's spiral horn pattern is very shallow, probably because the sculptor didn't have enough skill to fully shape it. .

It was a birthday present given to her by Carvell himself when she was a child.

Seeing that sculpture, Vivienne couldn't hold back her tears anymore, her knees lost strength, and she knelt on the ground slowly, grabbing Amy's sleeves.She hugged the sculpture tightly and wept bitterly, tears pouring out, wet her dress.

At the court ball, Kevill danced with her as cold as ice, but he was willing to dance with that person in a courtyard without audience and music. He would never kneel down on one knee to invite Vivienne. There is never any emotion in smiling when we are together, it's like completing a task.

Why can he allow that guide to do such excessive things again and again to ruin his sincerity without repenting!

Vivienne knew from the beginning that Keweier didn't like her, and she was always optimistic, thinking: No problem, I am the best match for him, we should be together.But from childhood to adulthood, Kevill has always been like a wandering child. Everyone can be his island for rest, but it has never been his eternal harbor.

Vivian felt: It doesn't matter, as long as I work harder, he will like me.

So she was not afraid of any rivals in love, she thought she could wait until Keweier changed his mind and found that she was the person who was most suitable for him in the world, but later, Vivienne found out that she was wrong.

There was one person who became the only one in Keweier.

That person made her panic and frightened her, that young man who had never been heartless broke into Keweier's world wantonly.From that day on, Kervill's eyes never stopped on him.

Especially after Sith resolutely left, she looked at Keweier's lost soul, both distressed and hated.

Why would you rather be hurt by him than be with me?

The person I love at the top of my heart, the person I dream of being with him, why is it worthless to others?

"Why...Amy...why..."

Vivienne cried loudly on Amy's lap, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Why doesn't he like me, but still gives me hope and treats me so tenderly..."

She remembered that Kevier carried her injured back to the palace in the heavy rain. She remembered that when she ran away from home when she was young and was hungry and cold, it was Keweier who was the first to find her. Protect her, sing to her when she is uncomfortable, patiently teach her fighting and strategy...

He obviously treats her so well, why doesn't he like her?

"Maybe... tenderness is the major general's nature, but that's not called love."

Amy's voice was very soft, but it really conveyed to Vivienne's heart.

As proud as Vivienne, she cried and couldn't even finish her sentence. She nestled in Amy's arms and cried until the world collapsed.

Amy gently stroked Vivian's back without saying a word.

After tonight, she is still the proud Princess Russell, and she still has to maintain the face of the royal family.Just tonight, only tonight, she can cry for her feelings like an ordinary girl.

Vivienne remembered what Kerviel said to her in the ward:

"Vivian, I'm sober. I love him and I don't want to let go."

How ridiculous, obviously the abandoned party, but still as determined as before.