Demon King's Mentor

"Ah, here it comes," Bruegel stood up from the steps.

Eric watched a familiar figure appear from behind the pillar carved with vines. The other person seemed to be preoccupied, with hesitation and procrastination in his steps, like a boy who was rejected by his sweetheart, showing everything on his face.

"Why are you so unhappy? It's not the first time you've been rejected," the silver-haired elf muttered. "What a wayward little guy, he hasn't grown up at all."

With a heavy heart pouring out of his chest, Eric looked at Estero who was gradually approaching. Although the other party had a sad expression, his steps were still graceful and not inferior to these elves.

The young prince should be commensurate with the noble mentor, but he was forced to choose himself only because of some objective reasons. Eric thought bitterly, if Nafin is really the mentor of Estero, is the prince now Wouldn't it be such a hard life?

With a sullen face, Eastero asked Bruhl to bring the horse and prepare to leave.The silver-haired elf sighed and patted his shoulder: "Don't be too sad."

Eastero shook off his hand, "Don't touch me!"

"The temper is getting bigger and bigger!" Bruhl complained, but he still let his hand go down to lead the horse.

"Let's go, teacher, maybe we can go home before sunset." Estero got on the horse and said to Eric.

"Then we have to hurry up." For the attitude of the other party's eagerness to leave here, Eric actually felt a little joy.

But the blond prince turned his head before leaving, following his gaze, Eric saw the silver-haired lord standing on the steps.

Nafin nodded to him, but Estero immediately urged his horse forward as if angry.Eric followed him, grabbing the reins.

Along the way, Eric did not allow himself to pass Eastero. He watched his back from behind and felt an illusion that he was about to lose him.

However, the sky gradually darkened, and it began to rain lightly in the evening, and then it gradually became heavier, and the raindrops made a clattering sound on the leaves, gradually drowning out the sound of the horses' hooves.

They had to take shelter from the rain under a raised rock, and Estero's blond hair was disheveled on his head, making his thin and pale face look sad.

Of course Eric knew why the young prince was sad, and the reason almost stung him a little, so he stood beside him in silence, for a moment, only the sound of cold rain remained in his ears.

Estero was stunned for a while, as if suddenly aware of the existence of the man beside him, he turned his head and asked, "What if the rain doesn't stop, teacher?"

The name seemed to have blurted out unconsciously, Eric smiled reluctantly, "Wait, it won't keep going."

Estero untied the headband, brushed the long golden hair to his shoulders, squeezed the water from the ends of the hair, and sneezed.

"Cold?" Eric asked him.

Estero nodded and sneezed again. Eric looked at his pitiful appearance with his hair sticking to his scalp, and opened his hands to him, "Come here."

The blond-haired young man seemed to be stunned for a moment, which is not surprising, Eric thought masochistically, he should think I am superfluous now.

But Eastero still leaned over, and lightly touched the opponent's shoulder a little too cautiously.

A fresh smell like aquatic plants came from around him. Eric glanced at the other side's handsome side face from the corner of his eye, and saw a strand of golden hair hanging from his ear, and water droplets ran along the golden hair like a diamond. The silk drops fell on the protruding collarbone of the other party, and slipped into the shirt along the fair skin, and the cold touch caused the other party to tremble.

He is like a cute and pitiful canary, needing protection and warmth.Eric reached out his hand to bring him closer, but dropped it halfway.

what am iHe lowered his head and smiled, I'm just a commoner, a rough mercenary, approaching this poor prince with a reason for assassination, and using a false identity as his mentor, it's really indecent.He looked at the puddles on the ground, and the splashed dirt had stained an evening primrose, making the pale yellow petals look miserable.

If I still have a conscience, maybe I should let go now.Eric sighed softly.

The warm touch around me seemed to be getting closer, followed by a young voice mixed with the sound of rain: "Teacher?"

There was a hint of worry in the familiar call. He turned his head and met the other person's eyes. The prince's golden eyelashes trembled slightly. He could see a drop of water hanging on the long eyelashes. Below, are blue eyes that are so clear that even the most expensive gemstones can't compare.

Eric bit his lip subconsciously, just thinking that these eyes would no longer look at him, jealousy and pain almost burned him.

He is my treasure, Eric said to himself, and I will never be able to give such patience and affection to anyone in this world from now on.

The brown-haired man lowered his head, chuckled, raised his arms again, and hugged the prince into his arms, with his cheek against his hair, "I feel cold too, Esther."

For a while, the surroundings became quiet, and the sound of the rain was faintly visible, as if the rain was in a dream. It was far away and long, with a vague fragrance.

I love him, Eric sniffs his hair, he's not just a student to me, he's my best friend, my brother, my child, even...

He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and pushed the young man into the stone: "It would be fine if the rain kept going like this."

At least when I'm still with him, let's protect him from the rain a little more.

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