Angel on earth

Stunned, Catherine was still very embarrassed: "...Oh, I was scared at the time and ran into the forest. But it was Micah. He heard my cry and came to save me. If I didn't run, Maybe I can see... No, I didn't thank you. How come this! It's too rude!"

Catherine got annoyed when she said that, she immediately turned her head around, put her hands around her mouth like a horn, and shouted: "Thank you, Micah—"

Before he finished speaking, Arnold covered his mouth: "Don't bark, it will attract wild wolves."

Catherine opened her green eyes: "Then Micah will come to save us!"

Arnold paused, and said with a wry smile: "You were scared just now, and you were pious when you called him. Sometimes this happens, but don't tell others."

"I know." Catherine remembered now, nervous and lost, "They will send me and Micah to the stake."

"Only you, without Micah." Arnold threatened, "They can't catch Micah."

"But when I was sent to the stake to be burned, I would definitely call Micah, Micah in fear. If he heard the voice like today and came to save me, wouldn't he be caught? - Yes! So I absolutely can't Tell it. Doctor, you can't tell it! Oh, I shouldn't have told you... This is my secret with Micah!"

Arnold couldn't laugh or cry: "I won't say it. At that time, you won't know anything. You've been hiding in a cave, only hearing wolves howling. They will think that the bad guys were eaten by wolves, and that's fine. Just You still have a secret with Micah..."

Catherine was very upset when she heard that, but she couldn't refute. She pouted for a while and said, "Are you familiar with him? I don't care. Tell me about him again... the bad guy from last time." The king is not dead yet!"

Arnold held her tighter, tilted his neck, and Catherine straightened his glasses before he shrugged.While carefully stepping on a few dead leaves, he listened carefully to the voices from all sides.The wind made the forest hum, and apart from howling wolves, there were some unidentifiable sounds. Arnold remained vigilant, but was still distracted from dealing with Catherine: "Micah is not tall..."

"Why do you always say he is short?"

"Because I am tall, and every Micah story begins like this. Micah is only 1.7 meters in his early years, and he wears a shirt, a sleeveless woolen vest, trousers and short boots all the year round; there is no coat, a belt around the waist, and the heels of the boots Seven centimeters high."

"Well, I think it's very cute. Anyway, Mom and Dad are not tall, and Olga is only 1.6 meters. I will definitely be about the same in the future, and Micah is tall enough. Arnold is too tall. I am the hostess of the family, so I don't want to She is regarded as the youngest daughter. That's why I will marry Micah in the future!"

"You're only 12 years old."

"Micah is still alone for hundreds of years. When I grow up in a few years, he will still be hundreds of years old. There is no difference."

"...Let's continue the story of the king. Where did we go last time?"

"The bad king sacrificed his daughter to the devil, and Micah appeared with a great sword. Well, yes, what does his sword look like? It must be beautiful too?"

"It's very beautiful. It looks like the red spar that seals the flame, or the flame itself. There... it's very long anyway, and Micah doesn't seem to be able to swing the sword. He doesn't hang it on his body. When he needs it, the sword The sword will appear in his hand."

"What's it called?"

"'Dawn of Blood'."

"So cool!"

"not at all--"

Arnold's ending stopped abruptly, and he almost stopped breathing for a moment.

A short sword hit his vest straight, and a voice as cold as the rocks of the December river bed rose from behind:

"Where did you hear what you just said?"

The two were walking around a hill and on a path between two dirt slopes.The man fell from the sky without a sound, and the scream in Catherine's throat was frightened back to the stomach by the colder eyes than the voice.

Arnold didn't dare to act rashly, but after being frightened, Catherine leaned on his shoulder and showed a little eye, looking at the middle-aged man.

He seemed to be a member of the church, wearing a snow-white robe, and two ribbons with a red background and a white gold border hung from his shoulders; on his gentle face were a pair of cold blue eyes like eagles, and his wrinkled lips were tightly pressed into a straight line. His mid-length, gray-and-white hair fell over his shoulders, revealing a wrinkled forehead.

Catherine wanted to see if he was wearing red shoes like the bishop's, but first saw the dagger against Arnold's vest, and became frightened.She turned her face to the side and looked at Arnold who said nothing.

The doctor seemed to be laughing.His expression twisted uncontrollably, and Catherine saw fear, hatred and joy on it, and many things that children of her age could not understand.

The little girl shook her head, mustering up the courage to poke out half of her head, but was pressed down by Arnold's hand.The priest slashed at the doctor's finger with a sword, and Catherine shouted, "Arnold is a good man! He is here to save me!"

Arnold leaped forward and put Catherine on the ground lightly, but he slammed into the hillside with a loud noise.He supported the mountain wall, turned around and still didn't stand upright. The point of the priest's sword also reached his throat, but he didn't penetrate it.

Arnold swallowed.It was just that the Adam's Apple moved up and down, and the tip of the sword left a bloodstain on his neck.

"...I heard it from people. I used to live in the Siegfried Federation. I came to Potosi seven years ago and settled in Chalek six years ago. The city government can prove that it has nothing to do with the war, nor is it a serf... ...I heard it there. The local...the local...the Harvest Church...No! I am already, I am not a heretic!" Seeing the priest's face change, Arnold hurriedly pointed to the top of the holy mountain in the distance, " Everyone in the monastery can prove that I believe in the Sun God devoutly!"

The priest slowly put away his dagger, his blue eyes narrowed like a falcon, obviously not believing his words: "Rollins."

Arnold only reacted for a moment, then put his legs together and raised his hands in a serious manner, and greeted him: "Father God, is this Your Excellency 'Guardian of the People'?"

Rollins nodded, his expression softened a little, his suspicions wavering.

At this moment, there was a heavy sound of horseshoes on the side of the hillside.Arnold quickly took two steps back, blocking Catherine behind him.And Rollins, who is a saint of the church, even took a step back and leaned on the slope.

The roar of the forest subsided, only some leaves were still trembling and making a small rustling sound.The thick clouds in the sky also squeezed to the side, revealing a bright and clear full moon.

A huge white horse came into view.Its legs were sunk so deep in the ground that Arnold had to look up to see its bridle.A knight over two meters tall was sitting on a horse. The mithril armor on his body and the cloak embroidered with church patterns in gold and silver thread shone lightly in the moonlight. Dim fire.He held the rein with one hand, and hung his sword and lance by his side, as if a white moon had broken in half beside him.

"—what happened, Rollins?"

When the knight opened his mouth, it was a slightly immature, clear boyish voice.After a pause, he lowered the only head exposed outside the armor and looked at the nervous Arnold.

Arnold looked at him too.The other party looked to be about 16 years old, with short curly hair that had the gentle and pure color of the sunshine at the turn of spring and summer, a high nose bridge, thin red lips, and a little baby fat left on his handsome face, which added a little bit to his majesty. The innocence of young people.

Most striking are the eyes.They really don't look like human eyes.The young man looked at the people on the ground with a kind of innocent arrogance rather than love and sympathy, and there was no reflection in his eyes.Starlight shone in the light blue and purple intertwined like morning mist, and tiny silver-white lightning flashed through the whites of the eyes like autumn frost from time to time.

He has no pupils.

The author says:

If Mikhail is given a Russian name, his nickname would be Misha/Mishenka, and he will leave Potosi later, so there will not be too many nicknames that change around.Katya is Katerina's nickname.

(And will blonde Snow White get a copyright strike...)