mech warriors have no love

César lowered his eyes, his thin black eyelashes fluttered slightly, concealing the sly smile that flashed past in his eyes, his slender fingers grabbed Lancelot's collar, and watched him stiffen in place with satisfaction. Turned into a sculpture, stepped back a little: "How about this?"

Lancelot was so sweet that his breath stopped for a moment. He couldn't tell that he was doing it on purpose, but his heart was so soft that he said helplessly, "Where did you learn this... so good at acting like a baby."

Cesare bent his lips proudly.

The next moment the smile froze.

Lancelot took him into his arms, rubbed his fingers on his red lips, squinted his eyes and said in a low voice, "Little guy, I reminded you just now, you are an adult."

César: "..."

"What should an adult do, do you need me to teach you?"

César said in a low voice, "Anyway, it's not a hooligan like you."

"You didn't count yourself as a hooligan to me just now?" Lancelot looked at his stiff face, and didn't know why he wanted to laugh very much. "A grown-up has to be responsible for everything he does. It's over with two kisses ? You owe me a lot."

César was knelt in his arms, looked at him expressionlessly, thinking whether to elbow this bastard away.

Unaware of the imminent danger, Lancelot stretched out his hand and gently touched his arm according to his memory.César stabbed here without hesitation on the starship. The sharp blade brought out bright red blood. Looking back now, it still makes him shudder.

"Why are you so cruel? If you say stab it, you will stab it. Is the wound deep, and does it still hurt?"

The physique of the orcs is quite special, and their physical fitness is better than that of the general alliance members, and the wounds heal quickly. Although César stabbed himself a few times later and sank into the pool to calm down, he still healed quickly up.

César originally wanted to say that it was all right, but noticed Lancelot's focused and distressed look. For some reason, the stab wounds on his arm and other places started to hurt violently. The pain made his eyes a little red, and he sucked his nose , the usually cold boy's voice was a little nasal: "...it hurts."

Lancelot pinched the back of his neck: "Acting again."

As he spoke, he picked up Cesar, walked into the matching medical room of the starship, and stuffed Cesar into the medical cabin.

César obediently let him manipulate, did not resist, and only spoke after being put in: "I haven't been lying here for many years."

Lancelot put on the protective cover, asked the medical cabin to check his body, healed the wound, frowned and warned not to leave a scar, and snorted when he heard this: "This is your first lesson as an adult, César Comrade, you have to bear the crimes you made yourself. Your birthday will be over in 10 minutes, and it is also a novel experience to spend the tail of your adult birthday lying in the medical cabin."

Marshal seems to be still angry, he is still angry about his self-mutilation, jumping off the starship and escaping to the bottom of the pond.

And it doesn't look like it will stop for some time to come.

It may even become a lifelong counterexample...

César couldn't help but smiled a little, and said softly, "My 15th to 16th birthdays were spent lying in the medical cabin."

His voice was very soft, hesitating whether to share this secret, Lancelot could hear clearly, looking at César's slightly pale cheek through the protective cover, feeling sore in his heart.

Eleven years ago, when he and César met, César was 11 years old.

Shortly before his birthday, Lancelot confessed that after being misunderstood, Sizelle disappeared from Telan Middle School. After that Lancelot graduated, he went to the Odo Military Academy. seen.

In this era of long lifespan, ten years does not seem to be a long time, but if you count it carefully, it is thousands of days and nights. César has become an obsession in his heart. He thought he had almost let go of it, but he did not expect it when he saw each other again. I was so disappointing, still... as before.

Although it is not clear what happened during the time when César disappeared, so that the memory of that year was blurred, but his intuition told him that it was definitely a terrible thing.

Who made his little prince suffer?

It could be seen that César didn't want to talk about what happened many years ago, Lancelot thoughtfully stopped asking questions, and knocked on the transparent protective cover: "Good boy, lie down this time, and I won't come here again. Be quiet Sleep for a while, there are still a few days left on vacation, I will take you around the area, Delan Star is too serious, and Exile Star is too shabby, I will show you the real life of the border star people. You will be there after sleeping .”

César closed his eyes obediently, his eyelashes fluttered, and opened his eyes uncomfortably. Seeing the tall figure standing beside the medical cabin, he recalled in a daze that time, and Lambert was like this, afraid that he would leave He will completely lose his breath, and stay by his side every day, giving him... the courage to live.

He still remembered that Lambert looked at him, his eyes were red on the first day of the alliance, he held his hand and gently rubbed his cheek, murmuring his mother and his name repeatedly.

"Lancelot..." César closed his eyes and said softly, "Can you leave after I fall asleep?"

Lancelot glanced at him, unexpectedly did not answer, but turned and left.Before the grievance in César's heart started to ferment, Lancelot came back again.

Ignoring the warning from the medical cabin, he directly opened the protective cover, put the fluffy white cat doll that he had just turned back to fetch, and put it into César's arms, holding a storybook and sitting by the medical cabin: "Actually, this is what I gave you. Prepared gifts - double gifts, pack and add me, whether to watch you or not. I feel that this fluffy and scratchy little thing looks like yours... Heck, don't stare at me, hug me well, sleep with eyes closed, I'm not leaving. Is there any story you want to hear? The book David is looking for is full of biographies of people who fight and kill, tsk, I'm so childish."

The starship still maintains a translucent state, and the starlight refracts in, floating in the universe as if there is no barrier.

Lancelot was chattering, but not annoying.

César closed his eyes, listening to Lancelot's warm and magnetic voice read the short story unskillfully, thinking to himself, if these are true...

It's okay to be lied to.

In fact, it is difficult to sleep peacefully on a starship. Not all interstellar voyages are smooth sailing, but it is rare for César to have a good sleep in the medical cabin. When he wakes up, he finds that there is darkness in front of him. The treatment is over, please come back next time."

César pushed away the protective cover, only to find that Lancelot had taken off his clothes to cover the protective cover, climbed out of the medical cabin, and was very worried: "Who set up the bad luck reminder in the medical cabin."

Micah nestled in his arms. Seeing that Lancelot was not there, Mimi showed a yellow hair: "Welcome to come again next time, doesn't it mean that you are not dead? For most of the troops who have never returned Humanly speaking, the meaning is quite good.”

César froze for a moment, convinced by Micah's statement.

Walking out with Lancelot's coat in his arms, César saw Lancelot sitting in front of the operating table, looking at the light screen seriously, not knowing whether he was analyzing the star map or processing some documents, only wearing a shirt, The waist looked narrow and powerful, the sleeves were rolled up carelessly, and the cuffs vaguely exposed the severed wrists.

César was poisoned by Micah, for some reason, looking at Lancelot's back, a terrible picture flashed in his mind.

No matter how light the footsteps were, Lancelot felt it too, and turned his head to smile at him: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

It seems that something has changed since yesterday.

César's gaze involuntarily fell on Lancelot's slightly trembling Adam's apple when he spoke, and his cheeks felt a little hot, and he silently passed the coat over.Lancelot took it with his hand, and put it on his body in a leisurely manner. Seeing that his face was a little red, he stretched out his hand worriedly: "Why are you blushing again? Are you still allergic to hay fever?"

César's body was no longer sluggish this time, and he quickly dodged his hand, tilted his head uncomfortably, and covered it up: "It's okay. What do you see?"

His eyes fell on the light screen in front of Lancelot. Unexpectedly, there was no star map and no confidential documents on it. There was only a flashing picture of the Eighteen Bans, and a very eye-catching line:

"Why me, why did you do this to me!"

César: "..."

Micah's eyes lit up: "!"

Line: "What are you struggling with? I can set you free, and I can also bind you back under me. You should know that from the very beginning, there is no way you can escape."

César: "..."

Micah rolled happily in Cesare's arms.

The line continued: "Why can't you let me go, I..."

César said coldly, "Lu Xi."

Lucy, who had endured it for a long time, immediately turned off the bloody soap opera beloved by the marshal, and was very moved that Cesare appeared in time.

Micah wilted in disappointment.

Lancelot felt aggrieved by the soap opera he was discriminated against. He leaned back on his chair and sighed lazily: "This is the only fun I have, and I took it away. You people, I have worked hard for the alliance, and I can't relax. Once?"

César found it hard to say: "You can look at something normal."

Lancelot's gaze fell directly on his face, and he teased: "Huh? Look at you, you are prettier than these."

César: "..."

Although some things have changed quietly, the problem of the alliance marshal's mouth is still there.

César, who was molested to the point of being speechless, was about to change the topic to a healthier one, when Lucy suddenly jumped out and twirled in the air: "Marshal, there is a new mail, something went wrong."

Lancelot withdrew his unscrupulous expression, and said in disbelief, "Can this group of trash snacks still work? I have an accident every time I leave the base? Daddy can't leave the child?"

Lucy was silent: "This time it's not the base."

It is the distant Dar Star, which belongs to the eight major defense bases of the alliance.

The orcs suddenly appeared, quickly broke through the base that should have been impenetrable, and occupied the local area.

There were almost no survivors in the entire base. The incident happened two days ago. The soldiers who were dying just now jumped to the vicinity of Delan star desperately, and they lost their breath when the news came out.

The alliance's desired peace broke down.

The regulations on peaceful co-existence in the agreement signed when Eugene was sent back were like a joke, and were easily torn apart by the orcs again.

Lancelot's smile was completely suppressed, and he looked sideways at the planet that was close at hand, where he was supposed to take César to play, and stretched out his hand to rub his sleepy hair: "Sorry, It seems that I can't take you to play this time."

César didn't care about this. He looked at the unconcealable seriousness in Lancelot's eyes, and knew that things would not be easy.

The orcs challenged the Alliance again and again.

Going to war.

He nodded to Lancelot, like a noble little prince, his tone was still calm: "Then take me to the battlefield to play."