The heroine said that she changed gears and came back [Comprehensive]

Takashi Natsume rarely resists something.

Whether it's the danger caused by a friend's account, or those different gazes because of differences, he always accepts it silently, as if resigned.

Never complain, never struggle.

Sometimes I wonder why me?But this kind of loss often doesn't last long, so he smiled and calmed down again.

"Don't you know how to resist?"

The Empress asked coldly.

"Did Mr. Madara never teach you how to protect yourself?"

Sugar asked dissatisfied.

The tone of the two is naturally very different, and the environment is also different, but in the eyes of Natsume Takashi, the figures of the two seem to overlap at this moment.

He was startled.

That look of bewilderment, a little panic, exactly the same as in memory.

The difference between the ancient volume and the modern volume is as obvious as Midoriya Izuku and Akashi Seijuro, and there is no change like Kise Ryota and Natsume Takashi. Tangye looked at him for a while and realized that he had no position to ask this kind of thing.

If you open the love line, this kind of aggressive questioning will probably drop the favorability to the bottom in an instant.

She wanted to apologize, but didn't have time.Natsume Takashi opened his mouth first, "Sorry." He snatched away what Tangye wanted to say, his gentle eyes looked so soft and so tired, and the clear boyish voice sounded extremely soft, like Who are you swearing to, "I will definitely work hard."

This time Chang Tang was stunned.

For a moment, she didn't think of how to answer Natsume Takashi's words, she just looked at him, thinking of something wrong, she suddenly withdrew her gaze.

"Let's keep going." Natsume Takashi said, "Although it seems that we have got rid of that monster, it's only temporary. We need to find Mr. Kitty quickly."

Sugar nodded.

They ran a little far, and it took a lot of effort to go back.Natsume led Tangye to distinguish the direction to leave the woods, probably because of the monster just now, the surrounding was too quiet, only the footsteps of two people could be heard.

A wisp of black mist wrapped around Natsume's ankles silently.

"You make me feel like you don't care about me at all."

The people behind seemed to be talking.

Natsume turned his head subconsciously, and the woman quietly followed behind him, blinking her eyes lightly, as if she didn't understand why he turned his head suddenly.

Is it... an illusion?

After looking at Tangye for a while, Natsume turned his head and continued to walk forward, thinking a little dazedly.The voice just now was as clear as if it was ringing in my ears, how could it be an illusion.

But if it wasn't his illusion, what would it be?

"Won't you resist?"

That familiar female voice asked again coldly and with suppressed anger.

Natsume Takashi froze.

He wanted to turn back, but he didn't dare to turn back. After hesitating, the woman who didn't understand why the boy stopped suddenly, urged him behind him with a little confusion.

"Natsume-kun, why don't you leave?"

...A monster...?

In this regard, Natsume Takashi, who can be called experienced in many battles, quickly realized that he shook his head, wanting to wake himself up, and continue to move forward with Sugar Industry.

But that voice is still relentless.

"Why can't you—why can't you, can't resist a little?"

"It's the fault of the widow."

"I shouldn't...shouldn't have pushed you. There's really no need for that, is there?"

From behind, from the ear, from the mind, those repressed memories are like fish being thrown into boiling water, recklessly churning up.

Messy voices, messy memories, the scenes of the past flashed in front of my eyes like phantoms, like a late heavy snow, Natsume Takashi walked forward step by step.

Just get out of here.

Get out of the woods.

But Natsume Takashi couldn't take another step, black mist wrapped around him, and the woman behind him suddenly reached out and gently grabbed his sleeve.

"..."

"..."

"……I regret."

She said with a sigh, just one sentence broke all the calmness she was trying to maintain.

Natsume fell straight forward, and his consciousness was forcibly pulled into a deeper darkness. He seemed to see the black mist wrapping himself dimly, but his body was powerless to resist.

"Natsume, Natsume?"

The pen holder of Bai Yu lightly tapped between his eyebrows, and the person who was talking to him seemed a little dissatisfied. There was a large basin of ice cubes in the palace to drive away the summer heat. The Empress looked at him and moved closer, her expression still cold. , with a subtle worry in his eyes.

Natsume grabbed her wrist.

It's cold, and it's not like the body temperature that humans can have. It takes a long time to hold it to get warmer.

"Natsume?"

The empress did not resist, but slowed down her tone, and called him softly again.The strength of the fingers was slightly loose, and the pen in his hand fell to the table with a crisp sound, as if hitting his brain.

Natsume suddenly woke up, and hastily let go of her hand.He didn't dare to look into her eyes, blushed and looked away in embarrassment, pretending to look at the animal-shaped ice mirror on the ground, and at the ruby ​​inlaid in Ruishou's eyes.

He heard a chuckle.

The memory gathers back unhurriedly, like glass wiping off years of dust, and finally becomes bright and clear.

They are childhood sweethearts.

Empress and Companion Reader.

That's the thing, there has never been a separation or a reunion, they have always been together.Everyone takes that for granted.

The white palm stretched out in front of his eyes, Natsume paused, then picked up the pen on the table and put it in her palm.The table was stained with black ink, and the teenager rubbed it with his fingers, and his fingertips were also stained with black marks.

He rubbed it blankly, as if he was being silly, so the ink marks smudged onto the other finger without any surprise.

Natsume paused for a moment, the empress burst out laughing, put away the pen in her hand, took his hand, took the handkerchief handed over by the maid next to her, and wiped the black marks on her fingertips.

"Why are you in a daze today? Or someone made you unhappy."

This gesture was too intimate, Natsume pulled back his hand a little uncomfortably, clenched his fist, the Empress didn't seem to care too much, she handed him the handkerchief, and asked curiously.

"No." Natsume said gruffly.

He didn't know why he felt uncomfortable, but when that strange feeling came to his heart, it came quickly and quickly. Before his brain could even react, his body had already retracted his hand spontaneously.

"Well, if you say no, there will be no."

The empress moved closer, the distance between the two of them was already very close, her dark pupils were crystal clear, reflecting Natsume's dazed expression.

She laughed again, "I'll accompany you back to see grandpa later, shall I?"

"...to see grandpa?"

Natsume repeated it in a daze, feeling that whether it was the function of receiving or sending messages, it was like a rusted metal part, running slowly and making a creaking sound.

"Yes."

The empress said, and went a little further.

Now they could feel the calmness between each other, but Natsume felt that the other party's originally clear face was now covered in a thick layer of fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Grandpa didn't say, let me go home with you to have a look?"

Natsume was silent for a few seconds.

"wrong."

He said very slowly and very difficultly, "This is an illusion."

The fog in front of him dissipated in an instant, facing the strange monster with a familiar face, he restrained the intimacy deliberately made on his face, and looked at him with dark eyes.

It doesn't understand.

They have never, never been blessed by others.

In fact, everyone is denying their feelings, his [grandfather], his [father], his [mother], his [best friend], they keep stopping every time he and Aye may The meeting, for the reputation of the family, for the future of the family.

...and also for his future.

Being stopped is not the saddest thing, the saddest thing is that everyone, all those who stop him, are sincerely doing for his own good.

【You will inherit the family in the future. 】

[She is the king, you are the minister. 】

[If you are together, is it just your reputation that will be ruined? 】【You can't let the family's reputation for hundreds of years be ruined in your hands because of a small love affair! 】They are real and they are thinking of him.

"Don't you...won't you resist?" The man stared at him, extremely disappointed, "I'm not afraid of them scolding me, but I'm afraid that you will give up because of these."

"But the truth is, I was right."

Saddest of all, she was right.

When everyone tries to stop his desire with good intentions, Natsume will often choose to retreat, and he will feel that his choice is wrong.

【good.Even if you don't care about your own reputation, it doesn't matter, can you still not care about your majesty's reputation? ! 】The scene in front of me suddenly broke like a mirror, the black mist dissipated, and the sun shone through the dense branches, dripping with splendor.

Natsume Takashi sat up.

Madara stood in front of him, stared at the pale boy for a while, patted the back of the student's hand comfortingly, and said decently, "It's all right now."

"...Is it an illusion?"

"It's not an illusion." Madara said, his eyes fell on Natsume's side, "The scene you most desire is fabricated according to your memory, but the workmanship is quite rough, at most it is a dream."

Natsume turned his gaze to the side.

The woman closed her eyes tightly, not knowing what she dreamed of.That exquisite face was exactly the same as in the dream, even with his eyes closed, he still revealed the indifference of being thousands of miles away.

"It's better to wake up from the dream." Madara looked at it for a while, then said, "Put her on your back, let's get out of here quickly."

Natsume was stunned for a while before regaining consciousness and nodded: "Okay."

The author has something to say: I still haven't written it very well, alas, let's write it like this first, there are still two chapters waiting for me.

I will revise it later when I come back to it. Although my brain thinks that way, my hands have my own thoughts.