Harmful Smile 43 The Stained Dress

Philéon could not be happier he had had the little Princess. He ordered the driver to restart. "If it is you, it does not bother me at all, and then our kings have already given our weddings and we are now engaged. As for your character, I'll have guessed it. You look like a kitten but you are rather be a nasty little tigress. Come back on my knees, I'm cold now. "

Ayleen thought the comparison was cute but it was more fun like that. "And what will give you to the tigress if she comes back?"

Philéon knew she was starting to play with him again so he did not worry too much. "Come on, I know you'll be lacking cuddles if you do not come back."

Ayleen heard the coachman warn them that they arrived at the accademia and decided to have a little more fun. "You really miss luck, I was going to give you a huge hug that would have brought you to Philéon paradise. But taking off all your clothes now is no longer possible. This little kitten does things well and does not like to sloppy cuddles. What an unfortunate Philéon who missed such a great opportunity because he is too stupid. Ah, and now that we are engaged, thank you for calling me Ayleen Mr. Philéon the unlucky "

Philéon felt Miserable. Because he had wanted to annoy her, he had missed such a great opportunity? What an idiot he was. "I can still ask the coachman not to disturb us, it is not urgent that it is only the beginning of the afternoon and I even want to take off your Ayleen dress."

Ayleen thought he was cute and too stupid. "Sorry but the urge is over. Go outside my honey. "

A depressed Crown Prince came out, forgetting to close his s.h.i.+rt which was fully open. On the other side a beautiful girl came out helped by servants retaining with all his strength his desire to laugh. Many n.o.bles saw the Crown Prince, who was known for his righteousness and steadfastness, and today he appeared as if he were coming out of a room in a fourth-cla.s.s brothel. However, they had to immediately greet him and then greet the Princess of Flanders. To approach this young man who did not see them was difficult, but a Duke who was also his uncle slapped him in the face.

Duke Sa.r.s.el had just learned that his nephew had just become engaged with the young Princess of Flanders and was very happy for him. But why was he such an idiot? And why was he walking half naked? "Nephew's cretin that's how you look in public? You the future King of this country? Do not make me laugh. Let's forget, congratulations on your engagement with this beautiful Princess my nephew but make me the pleasure to dress you moron. "

Philéon took by surprise woke up and found that his s.h.i.+rt was indeed open. [What a disgrace] He looked at Ayleen and realized that her dress was perfectly straight and her hair perfectly coiffed. [How did you do it?] "Thank you my uncle, yes I offered to marry me and she said yes. We get along really well and my heart beats for her. She is an adorable girl and I fell under her spell as soon as I saw her. When it came to my s.h.i.+rt, the magic coolers were no longer working and I could not stand this heat any more, hence this appearance. "

Duc Sa.r.s.el did not believe his nephew for a second yet the Princess was perfectly dressed and her hair in good condition. Would his idiot nephew have tried something out of place? He whispered, "I do not believe you for a second. I think you must have wanted to enjoy this sweet and naive Princess but did not have time. I will not talk to your father but resume you. Have a good afternoon Philéon. "

Phileon greeted all the n.o.bles and the school staff. He looked at her and saw that sweet young Princess who was perfect in every respect and told herself that they were all being led by boat. [What character she has. And what an idiot I am. I must be careful or his games will harm me. I feel that my fiancee will not be easy.] They followed the staff and professors of the academy of the kingdom of Lyork and were placed in the best seats reserved for the royal family. They were in front of the main arena and the compet.i.tors were between the ages of sixteen and seventeen.

The favorite was a magician named Sansom, specializing in the magic of fire and wind of rank Lord ** who could have put down his other opponents very easily but who was having fun to see them amputate. Philéon himself was not a good magician but an excellent knight. Practicing magic did not interest him but he found it exciting to watch these tournaments. At the moment, two male compet.i.tors were of the same level

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Philéon asked Ayleen. "Ayleen how do you find their level."

Ayleen watched these two prat firing rotten spells hidden under an equally rotten s.h.i.+eld and could only tell the truth. "Seedy"

Philéon was surprised. He found them pretty good. [Ah the match is over. So it is the turn of this vicious Sansom.] "Ayleen, it seems that this magician is very cruel to his compet.i.tors. If you ever do not want to look, turn your head. Do not worry, no one will judge you badly for that. "

Ayleen thought that at last it would become interesting. "Do not worry, I want to see what this boy is worth. "

The two compet.i.tors were once again young men. The first young man was quite small and skinny with very tanned skin. The second was Sansom, he was very tall, quite skinny too but with very white skin. He looked pretty scary with his red eyes and silver hair. Such attributes were very rare nowadays. They belonged to an ancient nomadic people named Vigol who roamed the whole continent before the construction of modern empires. They are said to have specialized in wind magic, black magic and necromancy. The poets wrote that they were the mixture between humans and the first daemons, and that different from the other two races, they had to hide and travel constantly to be able to continue to exist. but all of this was mostly tales and fables. The truth is not so far away because when the kingdoms were build, they were hunted down and slaughtered because of their difference and the fear that they were daemons disguised as humans. Today they were few and lived generally away to avoid any problem. When Ayleen saw Sansom, she was very surprised to see a representative of this ancient people in a large academy located within the capital of the kingdom of Lyork. If it hated the other races, it was not the same for the representatives of the Vigols who had left many of the spells still used by the black magicians or the users of the wind as it was. This people deserved respect according to her. The two compet.i.tors greeted each other, and Sansom just flung a s.h.i.+eld of wind and waited. The other magician chained the spells and was not far from giving up. Antic.i.p.ating this certainly, Sansom cast a very nice spell that Ayleen did not know, he called it [Blade storm]. The other user was caught in what could be likened to a small cyclone and started to leave the ground, so the first ranks were splashed with blood. At this precise moment, the professor made a sign to stop immediately. The cyclone disappeared and the other compet.i.tor fell back to the ground. He still had both his arms and two legs, but if you had to find an image to describe the scene, it would be a piece of pork to which you would have removed many slices. The butcher who had just cut the pig was smiling and raised his arm to receive his cheers but there was none. Suddenly from the royal platform, he saw a girl who must be a Princess or a relative applaud and say that this spell was beautiful but he should not have waited so long to show everyone a wonder like that . After this girl said that, the Crown Prince confirmed, adding that it was true but slightly too b.l.o.o.d.y. Then the applause came from everywhere. He thought that these n.o.bles really had no character, nor any pride. Two young members of the royal family were talking and they adults were applauding him like idiots while thirty seconds ago they were shocked. He nevertheless thanked the a.s.sembly looking at this girl who looked pa.s.sionate about her spell and wondered if she was normal or s.a.d.i.s.tic. He had done this to shock and bring a little vengeance for his people and to the descendants of those who murdered them for no reason and not to see this fate admired. No matter, he would start again tomorrow and the next day, opportunities to do justice even a little without being sanctioned were not lacking in this tournament.

The following fights were not so interesting. It was polite fighting between students that gave the impression of holding their spells for fear of hurting the opponent. Philéon wanted to visit the academy with Ayleen. "Ayleen, do you want to visit the academy with me?"

Ayleen was delighted, she could finally stretch her legs. It's been four hours since they sat without moving. "With pleasure, I myself entered a magical academy this year but could only stay one day because we then left for Lyork."

Philéon looked at her. He knew that his trip was very hard. He took her by the hand and left to visit. "I'm sorry we deprived you of those days of joy in your Ayleen academy. In addition, I know that you were attacked during your trip and that many soldiers died. You must have suffered a lot during those long months. "

Ayleen thinks. "Do not worry. It is also my role to fulfill this kind of obligation, moreover it allowed us to meet. Regarding the trip, I had my mistress in my coach so we cuddled and time pa.s.sed very quickly.

Ayleen's last sentence left Philéon speechless. "Mistress? Do you mean that you have a relations.h.i.+p with a woman? I thought you liked men. Oh my G.o.d."

Ayleen burst out laughing. "Of course you are proof of it. But you would see the body of my mistress you would give me reason. Do not worry, we do not break commitment because I love men too. Fufufu "

Philéon no longer knew whether she was making fun of him or not. "All right then, it's for the best. I speak for commitment of course. Come in this room I'll show you the alchemy room. I do not know anything about it but all these strange tubes and objects fascinate me. "

Ayleen laughed on her childish side. "My darling Prince will show me his toys?"

Philéon felt a little silly. "Make fun of that Prince as you can, little mischievous Princess, because Prince will succeed today even in closing your ugly little mouth."

Ayleen pushed him against a wall. "Easy that, I'll even close it now my ugly little mouth. Oh what do I feel here? I believe that from this moment on, the familiarity will be of rigor my beautiful Philéon. Mom explained to me that to retain the one you love, you have to know how to spoil it. She explained how but I start then do not complain or you will not have more sweetness. So exercise of genuflection, that I I lower it because it bothers me. Ohhh, that's pretty big, then. Looks like you like your little Ayleen, my handsome Prince fufufu. I Take again, it's pretty ugly anyway? Who is the ugliest your beast or louisa? I vote Louisa. It does not matter. Now, enjoy your beautiful princess my prince. Your Princess will drive you to paradise according to mom.. … Dumba.s.s! Imbecile! Fool! You could not hold you back. Ugh, it's disgusting. It's disgusting. Quickly sweets in my ring storage. "

Philéon was in paradise. He had never known this sensation. What girl. She is beautiful, her body can d.a.m.n you and this sweetness I still want. I do not want to part with it. s.h.i.+t, I let everything go. "Excuse me Ayleen. But I had bandaged my bow too much and I could not hold the rope. As you see, the arrow is gone by itself. "

Ayleen was angry. "Idiot, I see it, I taste it and I smell and my hair. Oh no, my beautiful hair. bring me back at my mansion I do not want to talk to you today. I wanted to please you and that's the result. You ruined everything, silly. No, my beautiful dress is stained. You really irritate me Phileon. "

Phileon lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry my Ayleen. I'll walk you right back. Will I still have one of those sweets? "

Ayleen found him annoying. "There is no Ayleen right now and for your sweetness in the near future you'll just dream."

A beautiful day was ending. A beautiful dress was burned. A handsome Prince was depressed. As for Ayleen, she told Lena everything when she arrived at the mansion, telling her that this idiot had compared himself to a bow to look for excuses. While she was shouting all kinds of swearing in the name of the Crown Prince, a messenger of the king had been waiting with a missive for nearly twenty minutes. Peach, who was beginning to know Ayleen knew that once she left to grumble she would have for a long time. Lena, who was very interested in this conversation, added her own opinions and deliberately made the princess even more upset. Peach asked the messenger if she could take this missive and read it to Ayleen in front of him, if nothing was confidential.The messenger, vaguely conscious of its contents, accepted with joy. Hear the fiancee of their prince tell how he had lost control of himself. And much too fast, according to the knight, embarra.s.sed a little the poor messenger. The content of the missive was an invitation to a hunting party in honor of the second Princess of Flanders who was now betrothed to the Crown Prince of the Kingdom. The King, who was too happy, sent an invitation sent to all the n.o.bles who were not too far from the capital, high-ranking officers of the army, high officials and others on a whim. The hunting party would take place in two days. Anyleen angrily took the missive and tore it, then left to lock himself in his room.