Do you think I care about you? [Western Fantasy]

In the dark sanctuary, night and day are indistinguishable, and the passage of time is imperceptible.

Murphy once thought about his own eyes. Even though he already knew the general appearance of the God of Light, he still wanted to see what the God with colors looked like.

It's been a long time, and the first glance has long been vaguely remembered. This kind of thought of wanting nothing is like a small claw scratching in his heart, making his heart itch.

He can indeed use another method to see, but this method is too deliberate, almost as long as he uses it, he will be discovered by the God of Light.

Taking advantage of his close relationship with the God of Light, Murphy touched the ribbon on his eyes and mentioned it unintentionally: "Master Cecil, can I take it off?"

He had a flattering smile on his face, and Cecil looked a little stiffer when he saw it.

During this time, Murphy still seldom spoke, but unlike in front of other people, he did not have that sense of alienation and aloof indifference, on the contrary he became a bit "sticky".

This kind of "stickiness" is manifested in the fact that he always likes to get close to Cecil. Whether he listens to Cecil or returns after recovering his strength, he will naturally find a position closer to Cecil. The place next to Searle seemed to be his exclusive place.

Sometimes when Cecil realized it himself, he would find that he was already close to the edge of the round platform, just to make Murphy sit more comfortably.

But even at such a close distance, Murphy will deliberately keep a little distance. For example, when Cecil bumps into him or gets very close, he will keep the distance quietly. In fact, because Cecil Searle has been observing him, and this calmness becomes extremely conspicuous.

Even if the so-called distance is only the width of a fingernail, Murphy will break away from the tense state, and then continue to "stick" to him as naturally as before.

Everything he did told Cecil that he was special in Murphy's heart.

Cecil was also tickled by his indifferent attitude.

His little holy son is like a fluttering butterfly, which will quietly stop at his fingertips but fly away when he moves, and fly back by itself when he stops moving.

Cecil always restrained himself from getting close to him, but sometimes he would deliberately tease him when he was bored.

The two itchy people have their own "secret intentions" and you come and go, life is not boring.

Cecil didn't answer him directly, but just looked at him for a long time and asked, "Why do you want to take it off?"

Murphy hesitated for a long time before finally saying in a low voice, "I want to see what Master Cecil looks like."

Murphy was still wondering why the Holy Son of the Church of Light had to deprive him of his eyesight until he reached adulthood, but he could almost guess after knowing the real situation in the Holy Land.

The so-called pollution is nothing more than the fear that the power of darkness gushing from the body of the God of Light will corrode the eyes of the Holy Son and damage his sacred image, which is not tolerated by the believers.

And why wait until adulthood, probably because the adult Holy Son has the qualifications to succeed the Pope, it is time to get out of the naive and ignorant identity of the Holy Son, and know something the Pope should know.Similarly, at that time, he should also be able to obtain something that makes him immune to this dark erosion.

This was just Murphy's own guess, but even if he guessed right, he couldn't say it in front of the God of Light.

It's just that with the God of Light by his side, any negative effects such as darkness erosion are trivial matters that the other party can easily solve, so Murphy wants to restore the light in advance.

In addition, the Light God's attitude towards Murphy has become more and more gentle recently, which let Murphy know that he is very successful in playing the role of the son of the fanboy.

He learned from Sister Eunice, but because of his identity as the Holy Son, he had to take care of his original character, and he couldn't show the word "mystery" so blatantly.

Now that something has been gained, it is natural to strike while the iron is hot.

So no matter how the God of Light answered, Murphy had thought about this reason long ago, and he didn't lie about it.

I want to see what Cecil-sama looks like...

Cecil's heart skipped a beat, and seeing his slightly yearning expression, he was almost about to agree.

But he restrained his emotions very well, and did not let the impulse take the lead.

"The eyes are your most vulnerable place. There is endless dark energy in the Holy Land. Are you not afraid of being eroded by it?" Cecil asked.

Before he could finish speaking, Murphy said confidently, "Aren't you here?"

Complete trust, Murphy trusted him for no reason, and Cecil's heart was shaken again.

His little holy son could always touch the softest part of his heart so easily, but before he could reveal his identity in front of the little holy son, Cecil could only disappoint him.

He touched Murphy's cheek with a bit of apology: "If my strength has recovered, I won't stop you, but now...we can't gamble with your eyes, your eyes should be the last Pure gold."

Disappointment was visible to the naked eye on the young man's face, but he quickly accepted the disappointing reality, smiled again, and offered his meager strength to the god in front of him.

The soft-hearted god hugged him into his arms after a short silence, and for the first time felt remorse for failing to fulfill the believer's wish.

"I'm sorry, Murphy."

"Lord Cecil, it's okay, I'm just too greedy." Murphy said, with a cheerful tone, without any loss, as if he was forcing all his sadness to the bottom of his heart.

Murphy, who looked aggrieved but was actually very happy, secretly made a comparison in his heart. Although there was no way to open the back door and jump directly to the time when he could see it, the God of Light obviously felt a little guilty towards him because of this. Not bad.

In the dark holy place, the god was hugging the believers closest to him, and the time was quiet. Suddenly, a bell rang, as clear as it was ringing directly in Murphy's ear. He jumped up in shock, subconsciously Pushing Cecil away who was holding him.

Murphy, whose mood was greatly fluctuated by the ringing of the bell, was still not calm: "..."

Damn, what the hell, didn't you just hug her, how could it be like someone found out about her affair? ? ?

Cecil looked at the dazed Murphy, a thin blush quietly appeared on his face, which was even more attractive on his fair skin.

He seemed to be taken aback, and now he was a little at a loss. He wanted to explain to him but didn't know what to do, and he felt a little awkward in every move.

The Dark God rubbed his nose, maybe because the bell just struck so suddenly, even he was a little uneasy, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Coughing twice, Cecil said, "Murphy, it's time to go out, someone is looking for you."

"I'm going out?" Murphy was a little confused. If Cecil hadn't said it, he wouldn't have known the meaning of the bell.

It's just that the thought that came to him just now made him still nervous, and it seemed that he didn't know that someone was looking for him, but he was still stuck in the matter of the interruption of the previous hug, and he was a little unwilling to leave.

Cecil pushed him again: "Murphy, go."

After taking two steps, Murphy turned around and expressed his loyalty sincerely: "Master Cecil, I will not leak your news. Please wait here for me to come back, and I will definitely help you recover .”

Cecil's eyes were soft: "I'll wait for you to come back."

After getting the answer, Murphy walked out obediently, this time he never looked back.

It's just that when he was about to reach the entrance of the Holy Land, Murphy felt some problems belatedly.

The conversation between him and the God of Light seems, seems, maybe something is wrong!

"You go!"

"I'm gone, but I will definitely come back to find you!"

"Okay, I'll be right here waiting for you to come back!"

......

Murphy, who was so numb in his brain, said, "...???"

What kind of bloody script of life and death is this? Why didn't you think there was any problem when you spoke just now, and it was just right?

Murphy took a breath, trying to calm down his ups and downs.

There is something wrong with the designation of the God of Light. Look at him, a good young man, just because he stayed next to him for a while, he became weird, and even the words he said changed.

Ah Murphy, you can't become like the God of Light, this kind of character that doesn't fight back when bullied has no future!

Thinking of this, Murphy couldn't help speeding up his pace. He should go out early, enjoy life with Jiujiu and Joshua in his arms, and adjust his mentality before dealing with the God of Light.

On the other side, watching the back of the little holy son finally disappear behind the gate of the inner hall of the Holy Land, Cecil suddenly felt a little empty in his heart, even his arms were empty.

Turning his head, the place where the little holy son sat next to him most often and the cushion on which he knelt when he regained his strength were all empty. In a short time, he would not be able to see his little holy son again.

He was not worried that Murphy would leak his information. With Murphy's attitude during this time, he had completely believed him, but Cecil couldn't help but think that he would not see him for so long. Feel a little lonely.

Cecil: "..."

Wait, what's this weird feeling?

Cecil, who was taken aback by his "loneliness", recalled the conversation between him and Murphy just now, the expression on his face gradually became blank, and he never felt a chill from the inside out of his cold body.

It turned out that his little holy son liked this kind of tone, and he was led astray when he didn't realize it for a while, and became so indecisive just now...

Cecil, who was shivering all over his body, touched his nose again. Forget it, the little guy trusts him so much, hoping to get his approval, so he has to give the other party some response. As a god, he can't satisfy him in some ways Naturally, his little holy son had to give him some psychological peace of mind.

Cecil, who successfully persuaded himself to close his eyes, began to deal with his injuries.

At the same time, Murphy, who walked out of the Holy Land, once again felt the warmth of the outside world. Countless magic elements of the light system impatiently approached his body, sweeping away the coldness from his body.

Murphy raised his head slightly, looking at the sun who didn't know where he was: "Ah, it's so nice outside!"

The author has something to say: Cecil: Ah, you are like a fat butterfly, dancing beside me

Murphy: Generation gap, huge generation gap, I feel like I lose my mind every day when I'm by your side, and play a drama of bitterness with you

Cecil: ...This is obviously your problem!