I was raised in the simulator, and I’m really not a bad woman in Ark!

It is estimated that it may not be until Arturo in the future faces such a problem that she will truly realize the crisis she is facing.

But now she obviously ignored this possibility.

Perhaps... this can be considered as the so-called 'margin of power for the queen' in a certain sense.

"Arturo, are you okay? Why did you sneeze suddenly? Are you feeling unwell?"

Just as Arturo was suspiciously wondering what on earth was happening to her that others were remembering, a gentle voice filled with concern and worry came from beside her.

Listening to the familiar and pleasant voice, Arturo subconsciously thought of the figure of the owner of the voice. When he turned his head, he saw the most important person to him who could not be separated from him.

——Ekaros.

"...I'm fine." The haze in his heart was swept away, as was the uneasiness in Arturo's heart. He responded to his childhood sweetheart's concern with a smile, "Maybe...it's just that my father is worried about me."

"After all, we have been away for a long time this time, and we don't know when we will go back."

Arturo's explanation was perfect. She didn't want Ekalos to worry about her. It wasn't that she didn't trust Ekalos, but she wanted to appear more trustworthy both in front of Ekalos and in her heart.

"Is that so?... I still feel it's very suspicious." But Ekalos is obviously not stupid. Just now, Arturo almost had her worries written on her face, and now she is obviously trying to change the subject.

But before Arturo could open his mouth to make any further excuses, Icarus smiled and said in a cute long tone:

"But--, since it's Arturo's excuse, I accept it."

"Of course, Arturo can always come to me if you need help. After all, we are lifelong friends."

At this point, Icarus' voice was delicate and gentle, and his slender and delicate hands were placed in front of his chest. His eyes were filled with irresistible tenderness and sincerity as he looked straight into Arturo's obsidian eyes.

Arturo felt as if his heart was hit by an invisible arrow, and his flawless face was subconsciously stained with a shy pink.

However, this lovely blush was quickly covered up by Arturo's skillful calmness.

After all, it cannot be said that this has been the case often between the two of them over the past few years, but it can only be said that this is how the two of them have always interacted.

So compared to the initial blushing, being at a loss for words to respond to some strange words from Ekaros, and then having to be looked at with confusion by Ekaros' clear and innocent eyes afterwards, it was a socially dead thing.

Arturo has now gotten used to it and knows how to deal with all these awkward situations.

It can be considered as a kind of "immunity" in another sense.

Otherwise, if someone else were to face Ikaros' sincere and innocent words now, they would probably have thought about the name of their child, where to get married in the future, where to be buried after death, and how to continue the relationship in the next life.

Don’t ask why Arturo knows it so well. The answer is that the artist doesn’t know. The answer is that he plays the violin well.

In short, this is how things and feelings are.

"...Yes, I will."

And Arturo's response to Icarus was destined not to be a rejection.

"Hehe, yeah, Arturo is the best." Ekalos' beautiful eyes narrowed into crescents and he hugged Arturo who was caught off guard.

The black-haired girl was stunned for a moment, but fortunately she had already gotten used to Ekaros's behavior, so the moment Ekaros pounced on her, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his slender waist. In addition to a hint of joy on her face, she also said with a hint of helpless pampering:

"Really...why did you suddenly hug me again?

You are really hard to deal with. Aren’t you afraid that I won’t be able to catch you and then fall down with you?”

Although Arturo knew very well that there was absolutely no such possibility, she still complained a little, and took advantage of her height to secretly sniff the orange scent in the girl's hair with the tip of her nose.

She liked the smell of Ikaros, and not just because it smelled good.

It was precisely because of this familiar smell that she had been rescued from the abyss countless times when her empathy and Originium skills were out of control and she was trapped in a whirlpool of complicated and bloated emotions.

It prevented the once immature girl from being swayed by other people's emotions, nor did she lose her own feelings that were distorted.

So Arturo became deeply attached to the smell of Ekalos, both physically and mentally.

Icarus naturally noticed Arturo's little action of secretly sniffing her scent, but she did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, she buried her head in Arturo's chest with a satisfied smile on her face.

The following voice also responded with a hint of joy and happiness:

"I'm not afraid, because I believe Arturo will always catch me. Besides, even if I really fall, Arturo will definitely do his best to hold me before I get hurt, right?"

Rather, Arturo would definitely do this.

Icarus was so sure in her heart that if feelings could be marked by weights, then for Icarus, Arturo was worth all the weights in her heart.

Although on weekdays, they seem to be just ordinary close girlfriends and simple friends.

But just like the emotion called love, at the beginning it is like two people standing at the two ends of a scale, each holding their own weight to maintain a delicate balance.

No matter how heavy the feelings are at the beginning, as long as both parties maintain the same weight, the balance called feelings will never shift, allowing the people at both ends to come together.

However, it is also because of this that the weight and wear of the weights on the scale continue to accumulate as trivial daily events accumulate.

The balance called emotion will change its direction quietly and silently one day.

The two people who were originally balanced at the two ends of the scale and dared not meet each other silently fell together, and the brewing and accumulated emotions were interpreted and released in the ignorant and calm daily life at that moment.

This is what love is most of the time.

There aren't many grand or sad stories of parting, nor any so-called love at first sight or dramas of past and present lives.

All there is is the shyness that has accumulated over time, and the immaturity and relief that comes with suddenly realizing this emotion one day.

This is actually the case with Arturo and Icarus today.

They do not lack the weight of weights, nor do they lack the warmth accumulated over time.

The only thing missing is an opportunity for the balance to tip in a certain direction, allowing them to be silently and closely connected.

But obviously, the young and inexperienced Sacotta girls were not aware of this, especially Ekalos, who even regarded the unusually heavy feelings for Arturo in her heart as cherishment for a friend, rather than love and possessiveness.

Otherwise, my lifelong friends would probably have become friends who shared the same quilt.

Although Arturo knew that she had some of the same feelings for Icarus, she had not yet decided to work towards that goal because of Lateran's traditional ideas and her own reserve.

In addition, the childhood sweetheart attribute gives you a family buff in advance...

All we can say is that the benefits of childhood sweethearts are bound to be accompanied by corresponding risks and difficulties.

The emotional journey between the girls, although it seems that they can reach the end at any time, seems so far away.

It makes one feel sad and regretful...

Therefore, even though such ambiguous and trusting words were spoken in a calm and natural tone, making the atmosphere between the two of them seem a little off, the relationship between them was still and only childhood sweethearts after all.

It's just hard to evaluate.

Anyway, little W, who was eating bread with both hands and had three silly hairs on his head, two red and one white, was stunned.

I feel that the atmosphere is inexplicably strange and subtle.

But in his heart, Little W must be very envious of Arturo.

After all, to her, Ikaros, the Sakota who saved her life when she was about to die, was really like a real angel.

Even though after I woke up, I wanted to leave.

However, W, who was good at observing people's words and expressions, could see that Ikaros had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He could also see that even if Luciana had not taken the initiative to ask to keep him, Ikaros would definitely keep him until his injuries were completely healed and he was in an absolutely safe place before letting him leave.

Such behavior and attitude can actually be considered as a saint in Kazdel.

Now he even got a name given by the other party himself. Although it was just a letter with unknown meaning, for Xiao W, this was something he had never dared to think about before.

So she also respected and worshipped from the bottom of her heart, and sincerely longed for the pure white figure, the Sakota girl named Ikaros.

Naturally, he was a little jealous of Arturo who could get close to Icarus so easily.

After all, if possible, Little W also wants to hug Ekaros.

However, as someone who grew up alone as a girl in the war-torn years, Little W naturally knew that she was not qualified to disturb Arturo and Icarus who were sticking together.

She is still clear about this self-awareness.

So she just watched it all, chewing on a piece of bread like a little hamster, looking at the girls clinging to her with her clear red eyes. Although she was not among them, after excluding this point, W also felt a sense of inner satisfaction and peace.

I even inexplicably wanted to record it.

After all, in a chaotic place like Kazdel, there is really no chance to see such a beautiful scene.

click-

"Oh my, the relationship between these children is so good. It seems to remind me of Marcello and I back then. Youth... it's such a touching word."

Just as Little W was thinking about whether there was any way in the world to record the beauty of this moment, a crisp sound accompanied by a flash of light disappeared in an instant.

Afterwards, Luciana was seen holding her face with one hand, gazing at the black and white figures that were close together with a look of satisfaction on her face, while in the other hand she held a delicate and small camera, recording that beautiful scene.

Just like it was several years ago.

"What is this?" Little W, who subconsciously noticed the picture recorded on the small screen of the camera out of the corner of his eye, asked Luciana.

Luciana was stunned for a moment, then saw Little W staring at the camera in her hand. After a moment of stunnedness, she also smiled and touched Little W's head, then handed her camera to him without any hesitation, and said as gently as a mother treating her child:

"This is a camera. It can record precious images and many truths. It is also a very important thing."

"Can it record the scene just now?" Upon hearing this, Little W, who took the camera, felt that the small black box in his hand, which he could not understand, was inexplicably heavy and precious.

She had no idea of ​​the costliness of mechanical parts and optical instruments, nor of the price of cameras.

She only knew that the small black box in her hand recorded the beauty of the past, and this was the only reason why she felt that this thing was particularly heavy and precious.

"Yeah, for example, first turn on the screen, then adjust the focus, and finally press the shutter..."

click-

"That's good. I recorded it again. They match well, don't they?"

Gently picking up little W from the stool and placing her on her lap, Luciana did not despise W's identity as a Sarkaz and Originium disease patient. She held him and taught little W how to use the camera step by step. Then she aimed at the girls who were clinging to each other and pressed the shutter again to record the beautiful scene, then looked at the picture in the camera with satisfaction.

The tone is gentle and peaceful, making people feel safe and comfortable.

"Well, they match well and they are both very beautiful." Although he envied Arturo, Little W had to admit that Ekalos and Arturo really matched well.

One has silver hair and the other has black hair.

The silver hair is as bright and clear as moonlight, while the black hair is as black as ink, clear, beautiful and smooth.

And they obviously regard each other as their closest and most important friends from the bottom of their hearts.

This really made Xiao W envious, but she had no intention of destroying the relationship between them.

As if it was an unforgivable sin.

"Yeah, it's a good match, but..."

We want to be together, but it's not easy at all.

Luciana was naturally happy to hear Little W's heartfelt words, and she rubbed Little W's head, which felt nice, as a reward.

But her heart was inevitably filled with helplessness and worry.

After all, they match well and seem like they can walk together at any time.

But after all, Arturo and Icarus' relationship has lasted for almost three years.

The situation remained neither up nor down, which made Luciana feel a little uneasy.

But it shouldn't be a big problem. After all, Luciana knows that neither her daughter nor Ikaros are the kind of people who are fickle.

So as a mother, she feels that as long as she keeps waiting, she will definitely witness the day when the relationship between the two will come to fruition.

By then, as a mother, she probably won't have any regrets at all.

Well, it shouldn't be a big problem.

After all, with so many years of accumulated feelings, no matter how you look at it, the advantage is on my daughter's side.

Luciana is still somewhat confident in this regard.

Because it's impossible for a beautiful girl to drop down from the sky and ask for your daughter's childhood sweetheart, right?

Don't joke, reality is not some melodramatic romance novel where a beautiful girl will drop from the sky to fight with your childhood sweetheart, and then Gossam will win.

So Arturo is definitely stable.

As a mother, after some thought, Luciana thought so confidently in her heart, and successfully put aside the hidden uneasiness in her heart. She looked at the black and white figures not far away and showed a winner's smile.

However, she did not notice that after seeing her proud expression, little W in her arms inexplicably raised his hand and recorded the scene with a small camera.

Luciana, who saw this photo countless times in the future, fell into deep silence and sighed countless times.

And finally, with the filial piety of her sons-in-law around the house, she finally smiled happily again after all her grief and anger.