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His wrist moved slightly.

The silver knife flashed in the air, drawing a pale curve and cutting the already washed fruits that other maids had brought from outside the palace.

shhhhh--

Fresh fruits and vegetables were cut into appropriate sizes and dropped onto the ceramic plate like pearls falling on a jade plate.

There is no need to decorate them, as they will be arranged into an exquisite fruit plate the moment they land.

Rast picked up two ceramic plates filled with fruit, placed skewers on them, and skillfully brought them to the throne.

It seemed as if he had been waiting for a long time.

A white hand immediately picked up the skewer, stuck it into a piece of orange, and put it into its mouth.

Although the Queen of the Underworld has a slender figure, she eats the fruit very quickly, with a spirit of sweeping away everything in her path.

Helen leaned back on the blue throne, flipping through the fairy tale book on her knees with one hand, and flipping through the fruit plate with a stick in the other.

In just a few minutes of rising and falling, most of the fruits disappeared.

When the skewer was about to pierce the last piece of fruit, Helen's fair palm suddenly paused.

She shifted her gaze from the fairy tale book between her knees and looked at the empty fruit plate and the last piece of fruit... A hint of reluctance flashed in her dark purple eyes, and she put the stick back into the ceramic plate.

Then, she gently pushed the fruit plate with only the last piece of fruit left in Rast's direction.

So, this is left to me?

Last looked at the small piece of fruit left in the fruit bowl and thought to himself.

I am really becoming more and more like a little pet being fed.

But to some extent, this is not wrong.

After all, for the vast majority of residents in the paradise... their very existence is maintained by Helen in front of them.

The entire paradise exists because of her.

And those residents who were blessed were, to a certain extent, nothing more than "specimens" collected by the Queen of the Underworld.

Of course, as a personal attendant, Rast naturally had no right to refuse the king's gift.

He picked up the apple slice that was cut into small pieces, put it into his mouth, and felt the sweet juice spreading in his mouth.

There was no such thing as a refrigerator in this era, at least not in the royal city of this paradise.

But the frozen dusk that enveloped the palace seemed to have the effect of freezing time, making the decay of fresh fruits extremely slow, and the preservation effect was even better than refrigeration.

After eating the fruit, Helen became lazy again, leaning back on the throne and continuing to flip through the fairy tale book spread between her knees.

And Rast simply packed up the ceramic plates and took them to the back to wash.

……

Over the past week, the relationship between Rast and Her Majesty the Queen has developed into a relatively stable state.

Last gradually adapted to his job as a personal attendant in the palace. During his three hundred years in Deep Blue Harbor, he had cosplayed as a butler in a noble mansion and was no stranger to this profession.

Even the head maid who had served Her Majesty the Queen for a long time could not find any flaws in his performance, and her original disgust after learning that Last was a man dressed as a woman was weakened a lot.

And Helen also got used to Rast's presence.

This new housekeeper could always do many things that other maids could not do, such as bringing a fruit plate with a stick so that one would not have to dirty their hands when eating the fruit, and every night before going to bed, Last would hand her a glass of warm milk.

These are insignificant details to the Queen of the Underworld. As the mistress of the underworld and the powerful one who controls the rules of death, she has ten thousand ways to keep her hands from getting dirty.

But it was these small details that made her and Last become closer...

In just one week, Helen had become familiar with Rast's existence, even more familiar with him than the head maid who had been with her for many years.

This kind of relationship is very subtle. Although it has only been a week since they first met, it seems like they have been together for many years.

The tacit understanding between them no longer requires words. With just a simple word, Rast can understand that Her Majesty the Queen wants to eat fruit, and when Her Majesty the Queen eats the fruit, she will specially leave a piece for Rast.

With the sound of water rushing down, Rast put the washed dishes aside.

After spending some time together, he gradually discovered that the character of Helen, the Queen of the Underworld, was actually different from what he and Shadow Servant had guessed through intelligence.

He originally thought that as the ruler of a country and an immortal who lived from the Golden Age to the Cataclysm, the other party should have a similar personality to Cecil, the leader of the Shore Guardians, and be the kind of person who is extremely cunning and difficult to guess.

But in fact, Her Majesty the Queen's mental age is at most seventeen or eighteen years old, or even younger.

As the ruler of the underworld who was born to house the relics of the god of death, Helen was indeed born powerful and spent a long time in the underworld.

But her life experience can only be described as pitifully poor.

In this era, there is no such convenient thing as the Internet or electronic devices.

Therefore, the palace shrouded in dusk in the center of this royal city, and the maids who served her... were Helen's whole world.

Because she needed to maintain the existence of the underworld, she had never been to the world outside of Paradise.

There are even few opportunities to leave the palace and explore one's own country.

In most cases, Helen could only take advantage of the opportunity to bestow blessings on the people and look at the scenery of the royal city from afar on the high platform where everyone was paying attention.

She is the queen of this underworld kingdom, so no matter whether it is the maids serving her in the palace or other subjects, they all look respectful when they meet her.

But because of this, Helen's worldview is broken.

She didn't know what the real world was like, let alone what ordinary life was or what the life of an ordinary person was like.

Every night and every day, she stayed in this closed little world, reading the fairy tale books that had been read many times.

Through the boring lines of words in the fairy tale book, imagine the magnificent scenery of the real world.

Fantasizing about the ebb and flow of the tides and the blooming and falling of flowers.

Fantasizing about the changing of sun and moon and the rotation of seasons.

That's why Helen believed that the power that allowed Last to stay by her side forever... was not a curse that stripped away life, but a blessing and gift.

Because this is her true thought from the bottom of her heart based on her incomplete experience and morbid and distorted values.

She really thought she was doing this for Rast's own good - but since Rast himself didn't want to, she had no choice but to stop.

Strictly speaking, in today's world with access to the Internet, even a thirteen or fourteen-year-old middle school student is more mature mentally than Helen.

Because the online information they access through the Internet and smart terminals... is already a fantasy world that Helen has never encountered.

"This is truly... a type of customer I've never served before."

Luster put the washed dishes in the wooden cabinet and spoke silently to himself.

For Last, this is an extremely rare blind spot in knowledge.

After all, although he has extremely rich experience as a gigolo, the customers who would go to that kind of hotel to seek gigolo services are at least relatively mature in mental age.

Therefore, even the perfect gigolo with a 100% customer satisfaction rate has never had the experience of serving a customer like Helen, who has a very young mental age and extremely incomplete world view and values.

Everything that Luster said during their first conversation a week ago must have planted a seed in Helen's heart.

In time, this seed should be able to flourish and develop into a towering tree.

but--

Compared to Last's purpose, it was still too slow.

Her Majesty the Queen has lived in this palace for hundreds of years, facing the unchanging scenery.

Her perception of time is different from that of normal people. If she lets it develop naturally, it may take several years for the seed that Last planted in her heart to sprout.

But it was obviously impossible for Last to wait for Helen here for several more years. As a night traveler, whether he could survive in the night world for several years was not the point... Even the Shore Watchers Organization could not wait for him that long.

According to Cecil's tone -

The turning point of the incident should not be far away.

Therefore, what Last has to do now is to catalyze the growth of the seed in Helen's heart.

In this way, I can achieve the purpose of my trip.

Fortunately, he has other members of the Shore Guard team to assist him.

As his mind raced, Last saw an ice-blue character quietly appear in the air in front of him.

"Come"

If it were an ordinary person, he might be confused by this word "lai" without a beginning or an end.

However, after spending some time together, Rast has already understood the temperament of the Queen he serves.

She is the type who would rather be lazy than work hard, and would never use two words if a problem can be solved with one.

The word "come" is the other party calling you to come over.

Thinking of this, Rast quickly returned to the throne room.

On the throne, the girl with long ice-blue hair seemed a little tired.

She leaned one hand on the armrest to support her face, her dark purple eyes slightly closed.

She pointed to the fairy tale book spread out between her knees, and a character appeared in mid-air.

"read"

This is, Her Majesty the Queen wants me to read a story to her?

Last walked forward and picked up the fairy tale book that had just been read a few pages from the knees of the girl with long ice-blue hair.

The fairy tale book looked a little old, and one could clearly see the white marks from being frequently folded.

But this fairy tale book seems to be well cared for and maintained by its owner. Although it is so old, it is very clean and has not been stained by any dust or stains.

The few damaged parts of the pages were repaired with ice-blue silk thread. This seemed to be some kind of power that Helen mastered and then materialized into a physical entity.

Luster opened the fairy tale book. The cover of the book seemed to depict the hero and heroine of the story.

A young knight holding a silver sword, and a witch-like heroine shrouded in shadows and dark mist.

Above the drawing is the title of the fairy tale book:

Silver Wing Chronicles

What a retro title.

Obviously, in the real world, the novels popular among students of Fanxing University have evolved into the versions of "the dog is abandoned after the rabbit is dead", "broken engagement", "Dragon King's son-in-law" and "Return of the God of War".

Rast complained in his heart.

He once asked the head maid about the origin of these fairy tale books, but even the head maid who was blessed with immortality by Helen and had a long history did not know the answer.

She just had a vague guess -

This seems to be a gift left to Helen by her mother, the former queen of the underworld who had passed away a hundred years ago.

A relic from the Golden Age of the Sixth Epoch, before the Cataclysm.

Rast stroked the book with his fingers, feeling its rather rough texture.

Then he began to read in a calm tone.

"The story begins in the town of Yato in the west of the continent, where a young man dreams of becoming a knight..."

Chapter 105 Love in a Fairy Tale

It was late at night, and the pale night sky enveloped the palace.

The candlelight flickered in the bedroom, and the bright flame illuminated Rast's clear eyes.

He gently turned the pages of the fairy tale book in his hand and calmly narrated the contents of "Silver Wing Chronicle".

……

"Knight Lyle, are you crazy?"

"That witch has killed countless people, transformed countless lives into demons, and turned several once-thriving kingdoms into desolate wastelands... Her mere existence brings plague and death to the world."

"And now, you're standing against us for her."

"Have you forgotten the oath you swore when you became a knight? The oath to be a defender of order, a friend of justice... to eradicate evil, to sever calamity and plague from this world!"

"In the distant heavens, a glorious and holy angel, shrouded in sunlight, with six pairs of holy wings wrapped in holy flames, issued a cold question to Lyle."

"Are you going to betray me?"