Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

Bai Jun coughed and spat out the blood clot stuck in his throat. His lips were stained red by the blood, which only made the paleness under his skin, which had not seen the light of day for a long time, more obvious.

Except for the black hair that fell down due to the hood, his facial features all looked very young, and even looked fragile because of his excessive thinness. He looked like a glass cup placed high up, which might fall and break at any time. But this person exuded an indescribable sense of weirdness in every move he made.

Even though I knew how vicious he was and what kind of vicious heart he had under his skin, I still couldn't help but look at him and was attracted to him.

That's what a maid is like.

The war between the two wizards came too suddenly and ended too quickly, and in an instant both sides were hurt.

The maid didn't even see what happened, she saw the black wizard being knocked away by the white wizard, and the white wizard was also seriously injured in the chest by the black wizard's black magic.

After being injured, the White Wizard quickly adjusted himself and began to use magic to heal himself.

The maid knew she couldn't help, so she went to look at the black wizard who was knocked to the ground by the white wizard.

The dark wizard hidden under the wizard robe is gloomy, cold and scary.

But the dark wizard lying in the ruins looked so fragile and pitiful, with blood oozing out of his lips and bloodstains all over his pale cheeks. Although I knew he was vicious and came here just to hurt the princess, I still felt sorry for him.

Pitiful?

The maid was frightened by her own thoughts, and she suddenly realized to whom she was showing this pity.

He was a dark wizard, why would she sympathize with him?

Isn't that what he deserves?

The maid thought so, but couldn't help but look at the dark wizard lying on the ground.

Bai Jun was struggling to get up from the ground. Every step he took brought piercing pain from inside to outside. Broken glass rolled down his robe and fell, and the transparent crystals were covered with blood.

He did not focus his eyes on the maid.

The obsidian-black eyes gazed deeply at the white wizard not far away. Suddenly, they bent their eyes, and the long crow feathers drooped, casting a shadow under their eyes, hiding the crazy noise deep in their hearts.

The White Wizard also "looked" at him, and even through the large wizard hat, White Fungus could still feel his gaze.

Then, the smile on his lips deepened, and he deliberately lowered his voice and said softly:

"We have a long way to go."

With this smile on his face, he used teleportation magic and disappeared in front of the White Wizard, leaving behind only the mess on the ground and the princess still crying in the hall.

Eleven wizards have blessed the princess, and the power of each wizard's prayer is unique and cannot be cracked.

The wizard's gift was a blessing, and the princess would naturally benefit greatly from it in the future.

But if the wizard sends a curse, combined with the previous blessing, it would be a terrible punishment from heaven.

When the king hurried over from the banquet, the White Wizard had just healed his wounds and was standing beside Princess Aurora's crib, discussing with the other eleven wizards how to save the princess.

"What blessings have you given the princess?" asked the white wizard.

The wizards responded in unison.

"I wish the princess supreme wisdom."

"I wish the princess to have a stunning appearance."

"I wish the princess a longer life than the average human."

"I wish the princess a healthy body."

……

If none of the eleven wizards wished that the princess would not die, the black wizard's magic would not be broken and the princess would die at the age of fifteen.

If it weren't for the arrival of the black wizard, no wizard would have thought of granting the princess the privilege of not dying. He also timed it well, casting the curse only after all the wizards had blessed the princess - if it weren't for a wizard being late, his vicious curse would definitely come true.

Unfortunately, the last late white wizard has not yet given his blessing to the princess.

Even if the original curse of the dark wizard cannot be broken, his curse can be changed through blessing.

The White Wizard placed his hand on Princess Aurora's forehead and said piously and solemnly, "The princess will not die at the age of fifteen because of the spindle hitting her. She will only fall asleep for a hundred years and wake up after a hundred years."

Your Highness, the princess, may the wizards’ blessings surround you. Grow up safely. Fall asleep at the age of fifteen and be awakened in the future.

The curse cannot harm you, grow up happily.

Fourteen years later, the Ophir Empire.

In the huge rose garden, a blonde girl was walking around with her wide and gorgeous dress, her fair and delicate swan neck raised high, occasionally holding up a strand of golden hair blown by the wind. Her pink and purple skirt was covered with fine and delicate lace, and she was exquisite and beautiful from head to toe. Colorful butterflies lingered by her side, and her beautiful face almost eclipsed all the flowers in the garden.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please run slower and don't let your skirt swing too much. If Mr. Fate sees you, you will have to take extra etiquette lessons."

The maid followed behind Aurora cautiously, reminding her in a low voice with trepidation.

Ai Luo turned around to look at her, a sly look flashed in her azure eyes, "It's okay, I'll give you extra training. As long as Mr. Fate doesn't mind, I can give you etiquette lessons all day long."

The maid was somewhat helpless: "You are really..."

Suddenly, the maid froze in place with a stiff expression. Ai Luo, who was looking at her, was confused and asked curiously, "What's wrong, Luo Lin? Why did you suddenly look so bad?"

"Your Highness, your skirt is too high. Can you lower it a little?"

Now, the person with a stiff face became Ailuo. She almost reflexively let down the hem of her skirt, turned back with a flattering look on her face, and performed a standard greeting.

"May the god Balder bless us and the empire remain bright forever. Good afternoon, Mr. Fate."

Fit Carranza had her black hair tied back at her waist and wore a snow-white etiquette master's tuxedo. Her appearance was extremely simple and elegant, with only delicate olive leaves embroidered on the corners with fine gold thread to indicate her identity.

After Arlo saluted, he also returned the salute. The position of his right hand and the degree of his bending were as standard as if they were measured with a precise ruler.

Every move exudes elegance and nobility.

"Mr. Fate, did you come here specially to see me?" Ai Luo looked at him with burning eyes and asked expectantly.

"Your Highness, the etiquette lesson is not yet time."

Implication: Not really.

Ai Luo lowered his head in disappointment: "I thought Mr. Fate came to see me specially, but it turns out that he just thinks that I haven't learned etiquette well."

"How could that be? Her Highness is very talented and is the fastest learner of etiquette I have ever seen."

Fate seemed to be reluctant to let her down, and added, "His Majesty the King has summoned you for something, and he will naturally come to see you when he is free. I hope you will review the etiquette you have been taught recently during this period."

Ai Luo: "I will. I won't bother Mr. Fate anymore. Goodbye."

Ai Luo lifted up both sides of her skirt with both hands, stopped at a perfect height, and saw him off with a delicate smile.

It was not until Fate's figure disappeared that Aurora put away the smile on her face.

Seeing this, the maid hurriedly said, "Your Highness, are you reluctant to leave Mr. Fate? It doesn't matter, it will be time for etiquette class soon..."

Iroh shook his head.

"No, I'm just wondering when Mr. Fate can pay more attention to me and only have me in his eyes. He always seems to have so many things to do."

Aurora was a little distressed. Many people in the empire respected and loved her, but this was not what she wanted.

She only wished that Mr. Fate's eyes could stay on her for a little longer, at least for a moment.

In the corridor leading to the king's bedroom, the black-haired etiquette master raised his hand to rub his sore shoulders and neck, cursing something under his breath. His violet eyes turned into a deep dark color for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

It was the black wizard Baijun after he had disguised himself.

There's nothing we can do. It's that white wizard's fault for taking on a mission from the palace. He wants to be a good wizard but insists on being the princess's teacher here.

In order to get closer to Aurora and complete the task better, and to teach this arrogant white wizard a lesson, Bai Jun finally chose to become the princess's etiquette master after eliminating a lot of jobs that could not satisfy both needs.

The job of etiquette director is good in every way. It is leisurely and easy, and there is almost nothing to complain about except that one has to maintain absolutely elegant manners in front of others.

It would be better if Princess Aurora didn't find all kinds of excuses to force him to take extra classes after the etiquette class.

The princess seemed to be particularly fond of sticking to him. I wonder if she would still do this if she knew that he was the dark wizard who cursed her.

In the afternoon, Ai Luo indeed saw Bai Jun before the etiquette class.

While maintaining basic etiquette, she tried her best to control her cheerfulness and told Baijun a beautiful story she had just heard.

"…The princess kissed the prince surrounded by flowers, and they lived happily together in the end. Mr. Fate, isn't this story beautiful?"

Bai Jun did not express his own opinion, but asked her: "Then what do you think, did the princess in this story kiss the prince because she really liked him, or did she kiss him because he was a prince and everyone wanted the princess to marry him?"

Iroh blinked and said, "Mr. Fate, what difference does it make? The princess is supposed to marry the prince."

From the time she was born until now, everyone has said that the princess is destined to marry a prince. Her father also said so, and Aurora did not think there was anything wrong with it.

"What if the princess doesn't like the prince? If the princess doesn't like the prince and the prince doesn't like the princess, will the prince and princess still be together?"

Ai Luo looked at him blankly and finally shook his head.

Bai Jun said, "Yes. Because the prince's mission is to marry the princess, and the princess belongs to the prince. Only their identities are corresponding. No matter who they like, the final outcome will not change."

The young Aurora felt a little cold in the sunshine courtyard.

She realized belatedly that the things she had previously taken for granted did not seem to be so correct.

Ai Luo lost his voice and said: "That's not fair, Mr. Fate——"

"But Your Highness, this is the truth. Just like the story you just told, the princess in the story didn't necessarily like the prince very much, but everyone around her praised how handsome and brave the prince was and advised the princess to accept the prince's love, so the princess accepted the prince in front of everyone and kissed him. If the princess was really willing, then she would not hesitate to refuse the first time the prince proposed to her."

"The reason why she accepted it the second time was not necessarily out of love. It was more likely because of her responsibility and the expectations of everyone around her."

Bai Jun looked at Ai Luo calmly, his beautiful eyes filled with fear and uneasiness. He said slowly:

"Your Highness, you just asked me if I thought this story was beautiful. No, I just thought it was sad."