The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness Chapter 365: Knight

“?”

Feeling Muen’s gaze fall on her again, Seviel suddenly grew nervous once more.

She knew what they wanted, but that thing was the hard-won spoils her group had obtained with great difficulty, paid for with her companions’ blood and sacrifice, a symbol of her nation’s and academy’s face; even if only she herself remained, she absolutely could not...

“Miss Seviel, right.”

Muen walked over, showing a perfect aristocratic smile as he asked:

“Could you give that thing?”

“Of course.”

Without the slightest hesitation Seviel took out a worn old book, stared straight at Muen’s face, and said shyly:

“You saved , so sothing this small is naturally not sothing I would refuse.”

Not cowardice.

Not timidity.

It was assessing the situation.

“......Ah, thank you.”

Even Muen was clearly taken aback for a mont, turned his head to look at Senior Fanny, and with a look of see how easy that was shrugged his shoulders.

Fanny’s face was strange as well.

When the two sides were facing off earlier, this Seviel had been a solid hardliner.

Now...

“What sche are you up to?” Fanny asked with a frown.

“Sche?”

Liya’s bright, shining eyes suddenly went wide; her gaze kept sweeping over Seviel, and she looked... a bit raring to go.

“No, no, no, there’s only left right now—what use would a sche be?”

Seviel’s eye twitched as she waved her hand and said:

“You can have the thing, but I do indeed have a tiny little request.”

“A request?”

“Mm, a very small request.”

Seviel lowered her head and, fidgeting, said to Muen:

“I want... your... Transmission Stone...”

“If you have any request, tell .”

Liya suddenly appeared in front of Seviel again, blocking her line of sight, enthusiastically took that worn book, and smiled:

“I’ll do my best to satisfy you.”

“Ah, no... what I’m saying is...”

“I·will·do·my·best·to·sa·tis·fy·you.”

Liya’s smile was dazzling:

“Did you injure your ear in that last fight? Do you need to treat it? My healing magic is really strong, I guarantee there won’t be any after·ef·fects.”

“Oh... no need, I didn’t, thank you.”

What is with this woman?

Is she really a Saintess candidate?

So scary.

“F-forget... forget it then, since you’re unwilling.”

After thinking for a mont, Seviel put forward another request:

“I want to act together with you.”

“Together with us?”

Muen raised an eyebrow.

From Senior Fanny’s earlier description, between them... they counted as enemies, right.

“Yes. You’re very strong; acting with you might bring unexpected gains.”

Seviel bit her lip: “It was hard enough to qualify to participate; to be eliminated now would be far too unwilling a result.”

“And don’t be fooled by how I look—I still have so confidence in my own strength. I definitely won’t hold you back, and can even provide you with so help. In a situation this full of hidden dangers, it’s better to huddle together for warmth, right.”

As if afraid Muen would refuse, Seviel added a few more lines.

“I see.”

Muen nodded, but didn’t answer directly; instead he turned to look at Senior Fanny beside them.

“Then will Senior Fanny act together as well?”

“Uh... I won’t be getting in your way, will I?”

Fanny’s gaze swept over Muen and Liya, her tone tinged with a joke.

“No. If anything, we should be the ones saying sorry; after all, we were supposed to be representing the academy, and it ended up putting you in a tough spot...”

Muen smiled and looked to the side, “Isn’t that right, Liya?”

“Mm... ah, yes.”

Liya froze for a mont, then nodded hard and agreed.

Only, when everyone’s gazes moved away, she hid behind Muen, and her cute cheeks puffed up little by little.

She had only just driven away an Ailag, and now another Seviel had co.

It seed that, just like last ti, there was no way to be alone with Muen.

And this ti there were two seniors added.

Of course she also knew the situation was different now; with the danger level greatly rising, having companions along was the best choice.

But...

They were all girls.

Liya’s gaze sneaked a glance.

Leaving aside that obviously impure-minded Seviel, Fanny and Vicki were both seniors, and they had co together before—so that should be fine...

However...

Liya suddenly recalled that back at the academy, the one who did that shaful thing with Muen in the classroom...

Wasn’t she also a senior.

Not only her—even Muen’s fiancée in na, that princess, regardless of age, was also... a senior, right.

Could it be...

Muen likes the senior attribute?

Liya lowered her eyelids; her long, dense lashes quivered slightly in the night wind.

A maiden, torn between gain and loss.

......

Muen picked up the tattered book Seviel had given and examined it carefully.

Only then did he discover this wasn’t so kind of book, but more like a diary.

The writing on it was clearly all handwritten.

A diary was even better; it might help understand this world better.

So thought Muen.

Only, as his gaze swept over those characters, his brows instinctively knit.

“This is...”

“Ancient script, and the especially obscure kind.”

Seviel pouted and said:

“Honestly, the mont we snatched this thing, we regretted it. No one in our team had the talent to translate it. We spent a huge amount of effort only to get a useless broken book.”

“Ancient script?”

Muen rubbed his chin in thought, and couldn’t help revealing a smile.

For others it might be trouble, but for him...

“Liya, I’ll leave this to you... Liya?”

“Ah... mm, what is it?”

Hearing Muen’s second call, Liya ca back to herself, and at once, as if nothing had happened, blinked playfully.

Muen t her eyes for a mont, then suddenly said:

“Everyone... let’s rest for a bit.”

“Eh? Not deciphering the diary first?”

“No hurry.”

Muen shook his head and said:

“I think Senior Vicki looks a bit unwell—everyone should rest properly first.”

Vicki blinked, completely confused.

She had indeed felt a little discomfort just now, but not to the point of...

Muen smiled faintly, closed the diary, and said to Liya at his side:

“Let’s go get so air.”

“Now?”

Liya was a bit surprised; with the outside in that rotten, stinking state, it really wasn’t a good ti for a walk.

“Mm, now.”

Muen, however, took out his pocket watch for a look and said mysteriously:

“If I haven’t guessed wrong, we’re about to see a pretty good scene.”

......

......

The bright moon was pure; the night wind was keen. On the rotting earth, there were scenes everywhere that turned the stomach.

The two stood on the top floor of this building and discovered, just as Fanny had said, that it was indeed different.

The buildings in this town were mostly only two or three stories, but this building had a full seven floors, and a wide footprint; in this world that was almost all plains, even just a few floors higher let one see very, very far.

“What exactly is the ‘pretty good scene’?”

Liya asked curiously.

“Mm... let see.”

Muen looked at his pocket watch, then raised his head.

“Right now.”

“Eh?”

Following his gaze up, Liya looked—and then she saw...

A white line appeared at the edge of the sky.

The white line rapidly expanded, bringing light and warmth.

Blue sky and white clouds, like an unfurled painted curtain, drove off all darkness.

The shadows of the moon and starlight, together with the night, sank into the earth.

It was daylight.

Soft light fell across their shoulders, warm and comfortable.

Unconsciously, Liya had already withdrawn the Holy Light that was isolating the stench.

So the breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers and grass quickly slipped into her nose, like a gentle hand stroking her brow.

All rot vanished in an instant; newborn plants spread their branches and leaves, bearing bright flowers and abundant fruit.

The whole world was like an oil painting, and the two of them, as the nearest spectators, admired the process of each stroke of this painting coming into being.

At the end, a white river split the grasslands, and with that as the sealing stroke, in # Nоvеlight # the oil painting, it laid down the most spirited line.

“So beautiful.”

Liya couldn’t help but whisper.

Clearly it was a scene already commonplace yesterday, but after the long night’s ravages upon sight and sll, this strong contrast involuntarily made her feel this view was astonishingly beautiful.

After all, this realm had always been praised in countless ancient classics as the Golden Nation—how could it not be beautiful.

“How did you know it would get light now, Muen?”

Liya asked curiously.

“I guessed.”

“Eh?”

“Yes, I guessed.”

Muen lowered his head and looked down over the whole town.

“These buildings, although they look very different from the outside world, in structure and materials they don’t differ in essence.

Not only that, the plants here, the terrain, even the furnishing arrangents inside the buildings still carry the imprint of the outside world.”

“Kanteville, the Lost Land—although isolated from the outside and buried deep underground as an ancient ruin—I think the people who made this place should still have referenced the outside.”

“So it still being a twenty-four-hour day here wasn’t a hard guess.”

Muen shook the pocket watch in his hand.

After entering the night, the short hand had already turned a full circle and more.

Sixteen hours.

“What a long night.”

Muen sighed, then fixed his gaze on Liya’s eyes:

“To be able to see this still-beautiful side of the world at the first opportunity—do you feel a bit better now?”

“You...”

Liya was taken aback, “You dragged up here in a rush just to make feel better?”

“Of course.”

Muen smiled:

“You’re my Saintess. As a knight I need to take the lead, but if My Lady Saintess isn’t in the right state, I’ll be very troubled.”

“You’re not afraid you guessed wrong, and they just happened to set this world to a twenty-five-hour system?”

“Then...”

Muen deliberately pulled a pained face:

“I could only perform a joke to ease the awkwardness.”

“Pfft.”

Liya was amused by Muen’s comical look.

Seeing this, Muen couldn’t help but smile again; after hesitating for a mont, he still reached out and rubbed her little head:

“Rest easy, Liya. Although this world is indeed very frightening, it’s not enough to stump . I will make you a Saintess, so... don’t be afraid.”

“...”

Liya’s smile stiffened slightly.

Only, with her head lowered, Muen didn’t see it.

“I’m not scared.”

The monsters were frightening.

The rot was frightening.

This ancient realm was frightening.

But with Muen here, it wasn’t frightening.

“Mm? What was that?”

Muen didn’t hear Liya’s low mutter clearly.

“Nothing.”

Liya lifted her head, rarely showing a spoiled-princess expression, and put her hands on her hips:

“My knight, hear my order.”

“Here.”

Muen comically perford a neither-here-nor-there knight’s salute.

“I order you to continue advancing!”

“Yes!”

“I order you to bring victory!”

“Yes!”

“I order you to make a Saintess!”

“Understood, My Lady Saintess!”

Muen spoke solemnly: “I have already seen the ti of the enemy’s death.”

The girl showed a captivating smile and continued:

“Now, I order you to sit down.”

“Eh?”

The sudden turn nearly made Muen put his back out.

“You perford very well, so I’m going to give you a reward.”

The girl lifted her head high and, under Muen’s expectant gaze, took out an instrunt she seed not to have touched for a long ti.

A violin.

“Don’t like it?”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Then look forward to it.”

At the mont when the bow set upon the strings, Liya felt as if the whole world had turned unreal.

Only the man before her remained.

She saw him every day, and yet his brows and eyes were still that good-looking.

Better-looking than the scenery, better-looking than the world.

Never tiring no matter how many tis she looked; in this mont, even more good-looking.

As if just by gazing at him like this, her heart could feel incomparably satisfied.

......

Music sounded, and without her noticing, even the man before her beca blurry.

Yes, Liya Angel, you shouldn’t be so greedy.

No matter what the past was, what the identity was, what the preferences were.

Nor what the future will be, what fate will be, what the outco will be.

At least now, he belongs only to you as your knight.

He will hold blade and sword for you alone, hack through brambles and thorns, and ride forward.

Like this...

It is enough.