This Is Ending For Sure Chapter 4

Ah, it was probably her fault that Ludwig got hit.

Felicity pulled his hand away, lowered his head guiltily, and dared not speak anymore.

She had clearly received Arnold's hint just now, but she didn't tell Ludwig, which was why he got hit like this. So she should have said something to comfort Ludwig, but the words got stuck in her throat. She pursed her lips, clutched her skirt, and repeated Arnold's lines like squeezing toothpaste.

"...My leg is injured."

Felicity tried hard to frown and make an expression that said "you know".

But in the real world, due to the sequelae of long-term medication, it is difficult for her to mobilize her facial muscles to make effective expressions. At that time, she could only control her lips and eyelids in a small range. So even if she had eyebrows that could be twisted at will, it would be difficult for her to use them properly at once.

If someone else saw her forced expression, they would definitely doubt the truthfulness of her words.

But Ludwig stood up with one hand on the wall, coughed lightly a few times, and then lowered his neck with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."

Even through the thick armor, Felicity could feel the apology and self-blame all over his body.

Ludwig frustratingly adjusted his helmet, which was tilted by the collision, and followed Arnold quietly.

One night he raised the corners of his lips, then slowly lowered his eyes and stopped looking.

Ludwig's eyes were fixed on her ankle hidden under the hem of her skirt, as if he was still unwilling to give up and wanted to check the injury, but Arnold would not give him a chance. The two of them exchanged glances without saying a word... In the end, Ludwig was silently defeated by the other's high-pressure gaze.

When Felicity lowered her eyes, she happened to see Ludwig's dark red vertical pupils hidden behind the gap in his helmet. There was no anger or unwillingness in his eyes after being attacked for no reason. Instead, there was only apology for not being able to notice her injury in time and regret for having doubted her before.

...He really believed it.

Are all the vampires in the game so naive and easy to deceive?

Felicity blinked, turned his head and smiled at Ludwig, silently indicating that he was fine.

Of course, Felicity, who grew up in the inpatient department, had no way of knowing that it was not a simple story at all, but that Ludwig just chose to believe her unconditionally.

She sat in Arnold's arms and was carried out of the mansion in a strange way.

The heavy rain outside had stopped long ago, and the dazzling sunlight shone through the thick dark clouds onto the wet ground, like a holy light curtain of divine favor, gently draped over Felicity's shoulders. Her long moonlight-colored hair sparkled with fragmented light, making her the focus of everyone's attention.

The monks and knights who had gathered around him all had worried eyes. They gathered around him spontaneously, asking about Felicity's condition.

But she had never been surrounded by so many people and under so many focused gazes before. She nervously grasped the fabric on Arnold's shoulders, and her drooping eyelashes trembled.

In the noisy environment, a familiar, thin, pure black figure struggled to squeeze out from the layers of armor and colorful robes.

One night she was so surprised that she forgot that she was still sitting on someone's arms. She half stood up excitedly and waved her hands desperately. If Arnold hadn't reached out to help her in time, she would have almost fallen to the ground.

"Linlin!"

Felicity would never mistake her best friend's face. Although she was wearing a rigid black men's teaching robe and her hair was cut short to her ears, the short girl with black hair and black eyes still stood out in the colorful group, and Felicity recognized her at a glance.

But after Felicity called out to him, the man just froze where he was. His fair cheeks turned red, and visible mist rose from his head. He was stunned for a long time before he opened his lips to reply.

"Lady Saint... please don't call me that. Please call me Brother Link as you always have."

Link...Monk?

Eh? A male monk with Linlin's face?

One night she leaned forward, holding onto Arnold's arm which was protecting her from falling, and then she took a closer look at the short young man in front of her. But no matter how she looked at him, that appearance made her more certain that the person in front of her was Shen Yuelin, her best friend.

Shen Yuelin has a pretty face. The dimples on her cheeks when she smiles are very friendly, which is inconsistent with her soft and cute appearance. Her personality is a bit boyish, but the mixture is strangely harmonious.

That was the face Felicity had seen growing up, there was no way he could have mistaken it.

They are good sisters who grew up sharing a bed in an orphanage.

When she was six years old, she was taken away by the Yi family. At the same time, Linlin was also spotted by the Shen family who came with them. Then the two of them lived in the same community hand in hand and became neighbors.

The Shen family is a powerful family of entrepreneurs in China and has a cooperative relationship with the Yi family. The Yi family focuses on scientific research, while the Shen family is good at business. The two families have been cooperating prosperously for several generations and have been related by marriage, so they can almost be considered a family.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Felicity did not even go to school with Linlin. He was admitted to the hospital under the name of the Yi family and began a long life of treatment.

I still remember one night when Linlin came to her to discuss filling out her college entrance examination application, I was so jealous that I casually mentioned that I hoped she could spend more time with me and not apply to a school too far away. Linlin really gave up the better choice and went directly to a third-rate college nearby... just because it was very convenient to visit her from the dormitory of that school.

According to her ability, there are obviously better choices. But because of her words, she smiled and endured the incomprehension and ridicule of others for many years, and only then did she regain respect and recognition by patenting again and again.

Even when she was looking for a job, she turned down many invitations from well-known research institutes and leading companies, and even fell out with her eldest brother, before begging the Yi family to arrange a position closest to Felicity.

In Felicity's eyes, Shen Yuelin was a little silly, but cute in a cute way, and also so silly that it made her feel very distressed.

So based on their friendship, even if Shen Yuelin shaved her hair into a Shamatte style and put on heavy smoky makeup that her own mother couldn't recognize, she would not make a mistake!

Seeing Felicity staring at him so intently, Link lowered his head shyly and stared at the ground. He held his left upper arm with his right hand and kneaded his upper arm muscles with his fingertips.

This familiar little action made Felicity more and more suspicious that Link might be a character controlled by Linlin, but because there were so many people here, he couldn't recognize her, so he just made up an identity.

She reached out, trying to touch Link's body to bring up the pop-up window.

But Felicity, whose whole attention was on Link, did not notice that Arnold, who was holding her, had already frowned. At this moment, it was like the most depressing and dark moment before the storm, with a sullen face and silent endurance.

In fact, it wasn't just Arnold. The expressions of almost everyone present became extremely stiff the moment Link appeared, and it reached its peak when Felicity tried to stretch out his hand to reach Link.

But Felicity, who was not good at socializing, didn't notice the sudden change in the atmosphere at all. She still reached out for Link's hand. Although the other party cooperated and held her outstretched hand with both hands, his eyes blinked blankly, obviously not understanding why Felicity reached out to him.

The pop-up window appeared without any delay, and the words on it made Felicity smile even more. She held his hand tightly and called out the affectionate name that made Link blush again.

---[Name: Link (real name: Lin), Position: Second-level monk, Shi Qingmei, the Holy Daughter who infiltrated the Church under a disguised identity.]

But the next second, her hands were forcefully pulled away, and Arnold forcefully took her a step back, manipulating her hands and feet as if to appease a disobedient cat in his arms. His lake-blue pupils ignited a small flame, distorting her slightly confused reflection.

"Is the Saint planning to follow those incompetent monks back to the Vatican?"

The already deep voice became even deeper at this moment, making Felicity keenly aware of the sign of the other party's anger.

"Knight Commander Arnold, do you still not trust the Holy See?"

The monks gathered around shook their heads in disapproval, and some of them even stepped forward boldly, touched their chests and saluted Felicity.

"Please rest assured, Saint Lady. His Majesty Rowan has returned from the Imperial Capital and will be able to protect you."

"If a third-level prosecutor can turn against the saint and harm her, who can guarantee that the first-level bishop who is acting as the pope is not involved in the corruption?"

The black-armored knight with a high-pitched voice pushed through the crowd and retorted bluntly.

One night, I noticed that there were two cat-ear-shaped decorations on the knight's black helmet, and I couldn't help but look at it twice in surprise.

But Arnold quickly pulled her face back, forcing her to face those lake blue pupils.

He was really strong, and the little flame that had ignited in his pupils seemed to be getting more and more intense. He looked extremely angry, and could only try to calm down by pursing his lips and looking down at her proudly.

Although Arnold did not speak for a long time, his arms around her became tighter and tighter.

Felicity, who had just entered the game and whose mind was still in a mess, had no idea where his anger came from.

But at this moment, she realized how ambiguous their posture was. As the other party tightened his arms, she was almost touching Arnold's chest.

The slightly gritty surface of the linen robe rubbed against her skin through the thin gauze skirt. The cold and hard breastplate was extremely cold. After being pressed under her palm and slowly heated up to her body temperature, it became even hotter due to the increasingly tight and suffocating force in the hug-like distance, burning the surrounding air.

A faint scent of cedar suddenly rushed into her nose, locking all her senses tightly like a glass cover.

To be honest, in the real world, it is very common for Felicity to be carried like this when he can't find a wheelchair.

She had long been accustomed to such treatment and did not notice anything wrong at first.

But at this moment, as the two of them got closer and closer, those lake-blue eyes stared at her slowly lowering her head with the ferocity of a falcon locking onto its prey from high in the sky. The intense sense of oppression radiating from it made Felicity's heart beat wildly.

Even my breathing was forced to slow down. Not only did my back feel numb, but my vision also went dark.

She was seized by an inexplicable fear and could only freeze there, trying her best to control her trembling body and fleeing hastily from the other person's sight.

But Arnold's eyes quickly caught up with hers and locked onto her again.

He lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice.

"You will die if you return to the Vatican now."