Chapter 1,490

of tenderness

"Fan..."

what sound?

"Fan...Fan...are you awake? Fan?!"

Familiar calls rang in my ears, causing me to endure the intrusion of fatigue, tear through the darkness, and slowly open my eyes.

What caught his eyes was a blur of dim light and Artoria's hazy face.

"That's great, Fan. It's great that you're okay."

Before his vision became clear, his head was picked up from the pillow and fell into a soft place.

Hmm... Artoria's scent...

Although I didn’t fully understand what happened, half of the feeling still remained in that strange dream. What I saw in the dream was blurred. What was this sense of emptiness? It was like I had forgotten a lot of things.

important stuff.

But soon, the feeling of emptiness and loss in my heart was filled by the gentle embrace of my king, which made me arch my head with peace of mind, looking for a more comfortable posture, where I could feel the softness and fragrance wrapped more, and closed my eyes.

.

After a while, Arturia let go of my head and placed it on the pillow again. The soft pillow that I had been sleeping on was so comfortable now, but now it became stiff and resting on my head. It was only through comparison that I could tell the difference.

"Sorry, I lost my composure." Arturia gently wiped the corners of her eyes with her hands. Under the dim light, her eyes became crystal clear and the outline became softer, making her look a little too beautiful.

"Why are you so rude? Artoria is so beautiful now." In such a beautiful atmosphere, I reached out my hand and gently rubbed Artoria's delicate face.

"It seems that I can feel a little more at ease when I can say such words." Arturia's cheeks could clearly feel a heat in her palm, but she did not avoid it shyly.

"Also, Fan now is not qualified to criticize me."

"Hey, what do you say?" I glanced at her in confusion, and saw that my king also imitated my actions, stretched out his little hand, and gently stroked my cheek.

The slender fingers and palms touched lightly, and everything they touched was cold, making me squint my eyes comfortably.

No, in my impression, Artoria's little hand was not so cold, but warm. I recalled the feeling of holding hands with Artoria before, and I immediately reacted.

Then he put the hand on Artoria's cheek and wiped it hard on his own face. It was also cold, not only his face but also his arms.

"I..." I looked at the wet stains on my hands in disbelief.

"When Fan was sleeping, he kept crying." Arturia said softly, paused, as if hesitating whether to say it, and finally added.

"It feels... like tears of great sadness and nostalgia. Did you dream of something?"

"I...dream..." I still looked at my hands blankly, and the emptiness of feeling lost became more intense.

"If you can't remember, please don't force yourself." Arturia held my hand tightly, causing me to suddenly come back to my senses. Looking at her, I saw a gentle, beautiful and firm smile on her face.

said.

"For us, isn't the most important thing now to look forward together?"

"Yeah, that's true."

I nodded heavily. Artoria's words pulled me back from the whirlpool of broken memories, and the emptiness in my heart also dissipated a lot.

Yes, I now have an excellent wife like my king, as well as Willas, Sarah, Linya, etc. Are their existences not enough to fill this void? How much more do I have to ask for?

Are you willing to give up?

Therefore, what I want to do now is not to worry about a broken and vague dream, but to move forward harder and harder to open up a happy place for these important people.

"Thank you, Artoria, you are right, what we have to do now is to move forward together without hesitation."

"Fan, just knowing is not enough, you have to do what you say." I don't know which nerve my king touched with my words. Her golden hair shook rapidly, and she looked at me with angry eyes and said.

"I think that everything that is not

move forward instead

Move forward."

"This... ahem, that's too serious, and I won't fall down that easily. Artoria, you should believe in this more."

"Under that kind of situation, it would be strange to be able to calm down and believe it."

My king glared at me angrily, as if his wife was worried about her stupid husband who was drunk and talking nonsense.

Then, not knowing what he thought of, he sighed and looked at me with soft eyes.

"Anyway, Fan, it's great that you're okay. Now, let's settle down and have a good rest. I'll go check with the others to make sure they're safe, but..."

Her eyes seemed to glance quickly next to me, and she hesitated to speak. In the end, she said nothing, gently shook my hand, and turned to leave.

Wait, how long have I been in a coma? How are Vilas and the others? What happened after that? How did I escape from Elias' soul invasion, and what happened to Elias?

Many questions were lingering in my mind. I opened my mouth to catch Artoria's leaving figure, and tried to sit up from the bed.

But at this moment, a violent feeling of dizziness hit me, which made me realize how weak and exhausted my spirit was now. It was not much better than after the battle with the pain worm Hallelu. No wonder Artoria didn't

Continuing to speak the gentle and caring words of reproach just now, he was probably aware of my current physical condition.

Thinking like this, I heard the door creaking softly, and I closed my eyes in a daze.

If only I could continue to dream about the dream just now... This time, I must remember it firmly.

wrong!

Although I really wanted to fall asleep, the strange feeling I felt when the arm in the bed moved slightly inadvertently made me unable to calm down.

After being silent for a long time, I suddenly lifted the quilt, revealing the murderer who was hugging my other arm tightly.

Oh oh oh, the prisoner turned out to be a ghost!!

No wonder Artoria glanced here before leaving just now. It turned out to be because the little ghost was here. This stupid saint had been sleeping holding my arm like this for I don’t know how long. It was so long that I just woke up.

When he came, he naturally regarded her as part of his arm and didn't notice it at all.

The quilt was lifted, and the little ghost felt a little cool. Like a lazy kitten, he stretched out cutely, rubbed his eyes, and vaguely opened his silver eyes that shone like stars.

Then, they stared at each other without blinking.

"Are you awake, little piggy saint?" I reacted first, reached out and pinched her small nose angrily and amusedly.

I originally thought that this arrogant and unruly little saint would immediately bite me angrily, saying that she was not a pig, but a great saint, and even a mere servant would dare to commit such crimes.

Unexpectedly, she was still staring at me blankly.

Then, he cried "Wow" and flew up to me and hugged me tightly.

"Good boy, don't cry. Don't cry. What on earth is going on? Who bullied my little saint? Tell me and I will help you take revenge and beat that guy into a pig's head." I hugged the little girl in confusion.

The ghost patted her back gently.

"Xiao Fan, you're a big liar." The little ghost burst into tears while raising his head and looking at me with eyes wary of liars.

"Why did I suddenly become a big liar?" I was even more confused.

"You still said no. He obviously has a pig-headed appearance. He obviously doesn't want to avenge this saint, right?"

"Eh...Eh hey, me?"

I reacted immediately. Not only had I become a liar, I was also called a pig. Although I did look a bit ordinary, and with Lar Carlos around, I could only rely on a handsome face.

In comparison with the passers-by A, B, and C who grab the camera in front of Ben Druid, who has a strong sense of presence, they are indeed a bit unattractive, but they will not be called pig heads.

Then I carefully thought about what the little ghost meant, and found out that what she really meant was that the prisoner who bullied her was me! The liar Zhutou was just quoting the complaint, so I felt a little relieved.

By the way, I am safe. This is really worthy of the name. I can be shot even while lying down. I have been unconscious since when did I bully her?

With my confused and silly look on my face, the little ghost wiped my tearful face on my chest and punched it with its soft and weak fists.

As long as it's not biting, everything is fine.

"Stupid Xiaofan, Dan Xiaofan, you have clearly worried this holy lady to death, yet you dare to act like you don't know anything."

"I...I really don't know." I cried sadly.

"You should know even if you don't know! Let me, the saint, know immediately and then apologize!"

"You are forcing things on others. How could you know immediately?"

"Xiao Fan is the big fool. You can do this kind of thing with just a quick jiu."

"Then you can teach me how to biu."

"ask?"

"ha?"

"You stupid servant, you are really hopelessly stupid. If you don't know, why wouldn't you ask this saint?" The little ghost finally showed helpless eyes with contempt.

I knelt down at that time. Lady Alice, please forgive me for being an incompetent servant who was temporarily confused.

So, with the little ghost's simple explanation, I finally understood the reason why she was crying now.

It turns out that the moment Elias invaded the soul, the particularly keen little ghost noticed it and wanted to get out of the necklace to see what was going on and drive away the intruder.
To be continued...