Food reserves are all love brains? [Comprehensive]

Truth carried Cupid and returned to Connaught's camp.

When she came back, Fennerval was circling anxiously in the tent, and when she saw her, she rushed up to her:

"Where did you go? Leave me here alone, did you agree to be responsible?!"

The loyal maid only recognizes her beautiful master, and her seemingly loving parents regard her as a reward for the warriors. Fennaval is only a 16-year-old girl. Even if she is not afraid of death, waiting for death is more difficult than death.

Fenner Val complained mutteringly, her brown eyes turned uneasily, and suddenly noticed the little beast in Truth's hand:

"Huh? What's that, a rabbit?"

"..."

"I haven't seen a live rabbit yet!" Finnaval exclaimed happily, "Can you give me a hug?"

It was only an instinctive move for the truth to bring Chubby back.At this moment, when Fennaval said it, the little girl seemed to realize the cat and rabbit in her hand, and looked down in confusion.

It looks silent, but it is still alive.The warm body is wrapped in soft and harmless fur, and the faint pulsation can be felt at the fingertips, and it becomes more and more clear, as if it is about to wake up.

Truth subconsciously snuffed out the wisp of consciousness that was about to wake up, and stuffed it to Finnaval in a random manner.

"Wow, thanks."

The princess showed a not-so-pretty smile,

"Is this a gift? I like it very much."

"……nice! You love it."

"Can I give it a name? Its ears are very long. Are all rabbits like that?"

"Whatever you want."

Truth spoke weakly, collapsed on the blanket by the fire, wrapped herself up, and finally confessed,

"Call me if you need anything."

Ulster, located in the northern part of the island of Ireland, enters winter earlier than the other four provinces.

Kuze has been afraid of the cold since a long time ago, not to mention that she was still wearing Uruk's large robe, and the chilly air poured straight into her clothes.

So, she wants to sleep.

Fenaval chattered in a moderate voice, hearing the truth more and more sleepy, and she soon fell asleep.

In the dream, there were white flowers and soft turf, and the spring light shone and warmed her belly. Truth felt that she had become a rabbit, and her fur was being gently groomed.

"You've done a great job."

The man comforted softly,

"Thank you, Truth."

Truth really wanted to continue sleeping in his hands and being stroked by him, but the cold air suddenly rushed in.In the dimness, she seemed to hear Fennaval's cry, and she woke up.

"Wow, ah, ah, you finally woke up!!!"

Seeing that she finally woke up, Finnaval gave up lifting her blanket, grabbed her collar and cried,

"What to do, what to do, I just heard that my mother is going to give me away! It is said that it is a warrior named Nachrantel, I am going to die!"

Truth rubbed her eyes: "Aren't you going to be given away before?"

"Before, it was only released as an ornamental item for exhibition!"

cried the princess anxiously,

"If the result of the exhibition is not satisfactory, my mother will only give me a good time-but if I am sent out, I can't do it even if I want to die!"

Fenner Val knows what happens when the beauties who are sent out are rejected-not to mention an ugly person.

"Okay."

Truth yawned, maybe because she just woke up, her expression was indescribably cold,

"What do you want Master Truth to do?"

The little girl's voice is still very sweet, and her tone of voice to humans is so gentle.Only the slightly empty expression revealed that her "concern" did not go deep into her heart.

Fenner Val did not notice the strangeness of the truth.

The princess gritted her teeth, and took out a knife from nowhere, and forced it into Truth's hand:

"I'm afraid of pain, so I don't dare to do it myself—come and give me a good time!"

"what?"

"Come on! Stab it here!"

"No—don't! If you do this again, Master Truth will be angry!"

"Come on! Come on! I don't blame you!"

"What's wrong with living well, you, a young human, still have a lot of time to live (to be eaten by me)!"

"Don't listen, it's meaningless to live like this - let me tell you, if I wasn't afraid of pain, I would have killed myself long ago!"

Fenner Val is delicate and frail, and the truth dare not use more force, but also dare not use less force.He watched in horror as the knife was moving towards the princess's chest, fearing that if he let go, the princess would lose his hand and hurt himself.

What the hell, Mr. Truth is still immersed in the grief of losing Shamhat!

Why are these humans so careless!

The little girl was so angry that her face turned red, and she yelled indiscriminately:

"You—you do this again! Lord Truth is going to kiss you!"

Fenner Val really didn't move.

The ugliest princess in history stared blankly at her, her bumpy face turning red little by little.

The little girl raised her eyelids, feeling bad.

Oops, Lord Truth forgot that some human beings are not afraid of being kissed at all.

For a while, she suddenly missed Saiki Kusuo, who was indifferent. At least people with superpowers have clear likes and dislikes.He didn't like the truth at all, and the truth didn't worry about what would happen if he left him.

Human beings are so complicated, and their love makes the monster of conscience tremble with fear.

In order not to repeat the tragedy of Shamhart, the little girl who thinks she is caring and caring for human beings made up her mind:

From now on, she will only kiss people who hate her! ! !

So, seeing Fennerval pouted and getting closer, the little girl quickly covered her mouth, her eyes showing vivid panic.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

The fire crackled, the westerly wind blew the curtains, the corners of the princess's mouth turned down little by little, and tears filled the eyes that made the truth even more terrified.At this time, a man's laughter suddenly sounded from outside the curtain:

"Pfft."

The two looked out at the same time, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and the face of the young man came into their eyes.

His long brown hair reaches his shoulders, and his striped cloak is fastened with a silver thimble. He looks dirty and looks a little tired, but his gray-blue eyes reveal a clear and bright smile.

Fennaval whimpered, rushed to grab the knife of truth, and was kicked away by the little girl subconsciously.

The man smiled even more.

He stood there, admiring the scene of two little girls rushing around to grab the knife, and then coughed lowly:

"In Lower Nachrantel, at the invitation of Queen Maeve, I came to fight Cu Chulainn, the warrior of Ulster. I took the liberty of coming here so late to see what the beauty I fought for looked like."

When Nachrantel said this, he bent his eyes,

"I don't know if the beauty has seen it, but I have heard a lot of interesting things."