Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Withdrawing the foot that was stepping on the man's chest, the black-haired woman looked down and said faintly:

"I hate you, I hate your family. You are garbage and human pests. The current situation is completely retribution, isn't it? You think I don't want to kill you? I just don't want to expand my influence to attract the attention of those guys, and... ...you are too weak to change anything."

"Go away, don't appear in front of me again."

The woman who turned around didn't say anything more, and walked towards the depths of the castle, but what she heard after the announcement was not a discouraged sigh behind her, but a provocation with all her strength.

"I understand, so as long as I defeat you, you are willing to admit me and help me?"

"......are you kidding me?"

Looking back at the enemy who gritted his teeth and got up, the black-haired woman's golden pupils shrank, and she asked a murderous yet extremely cold answer, while the man who heard the words shook his head seriously.

"No, I'm serious."

"...Heh, heh, okay, then you can come, but next time, I will make you suffer more than death."

Leaving such words, the woman who was extremely angry and laughed turned her head away, while the man who persisted also fell down, looking at the stone ceiling of the castle in silence.

The pain in the body continued, and the spell power had been exhausted. The man's brain stopped functioning as his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he felt that everything around him was unreal. At this moment, strange voices began to echo in his ears.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

what sound?so annoying......

Such thoughts arose in his mind, but before he could figure it out, he felt his nose being pinched, and the sudden stuffiness made him open his eyes involuntarily.

"Your Highness, get up!"

"Hey?"

Hearing the familiar shout, Paul Archman opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the familiar ceiling. He sat up from the bed and stared at everything nearby.

"How come, is that a dream?"

"What stupid things are you talking about, did you bump your head, Your Highness?"

Helplessly looking at Paul who was woken up, the maid Liz sighed, and then whispered vigilantly:

"Your Highness, please wake up, there is news from His Highness Lilian."

Chapter 610 The Battle in the Darkness

At the dining table in the early morning, Paul Archman frowned, listening to the words of the maid beside him, he felt that his brain was in chaos, but seeing such a black-haired boy, the maid Liz showed a speechless expression.

"Your Highness... You really hit your head before, didn't you?"

"So no."

"But I can't distinguish between dreams and reality, and I'm really worried about it. I think it's easy to hit my head."

"So I'm not confused by reality, and most importantly, this is not the first time?"

The boy who rubbed his brows said so helplessly, while the maid Liz who heard the words blinked and suddenly realized.

"Ah, I remembered, you seemed to have a similar situation last week, and you sat on the bed for a long time because of this."

"Yes, it was that time."

"So that's the case, so it's a relapse?"

"???"

Hearing Liz's words, Paul couldn't help but have question marks all over his face, feeling quite helpless, but he didn't care about what the maid said.

As a commoner, although Paul Archman was a prince, he didn't have any pretensions. Regarding the maid's jokes, Paul had always taken a playful attitude and would not pursue anything seriously.

This part of the reason is naturally that he is an illegitimate child, a heretic who was excluded by the nobles, and another reason is that Liz's status is different.

Although Paul's life is a little better now, in fact, in the two years before the start of the Challenger Cup, the life of the black-haired boy was very miserable. Although food and clothing barely maintained the lowest level of the royal family, the waiters around The reaction is very real.

No one wanted to be Paul's servant, and even regarded him as an ominous person. After all, following an illegitimate child's job was almost equivalent to exile for these servants whose status completely depended on their masters.

At that time, the only one who followed Paul was the young Liz. To some extent, the two were friends in need, and because of this, Paul did not treat Liz as a servant. Looking at it, the two are not so much master and servant, but more like brothers and sisters who have a good relationship.

Therefore, Paul didn't care about the sarcasm from such a person at all. Compared with it, it was even more strange to him that it was a dream.

"By the way, Liz, do you remember the dream you had more than a week ago?"

"Huh? Of course I don't remember, normal people generally don't remember."

"Sure enough, but I remember it very clearly."

Paul said so with a worried expression on his face, and Liz also blinked in surprise.

Dreams are quickly forgotten, everyone knows this kind of thing, but for Paul, this rule has been invalid for a week, whether it is the previous dream or today's dream, not to mention the content, even the black-haired woman opposite at that time His expression, the temperature of the surrounding environment, and even the pain in his body can be remembered partly.

This is not so much a dream, it is better to say that it is already a deep memory, but it is obviously very abnormal.

"I'm afraid I can't do such a thing if I hit my head."

"So it didn't hit."

"So, what kind of dream is it?"

"Uh, how do you say... the kind of being beaten?"

"Ok?"

Hearing Paul's weird face and even weirder summary, the maid showed suspicion, while the black-haired boy thought about everything and didn't know how to explain it.