Chapter 1010 [View] Christy was directly kidnapped by the gentleman.
The competition ended as soon as it began.
Ares gave Christie an awkward smile, then grabbed his sword and hurried off the stage.
I have to say, it feels really good to be eliminated early!
Aris chuckled as he sat down in the audience. Feeling carefree, he glanced around a few times and suddenly noticed an extra seat next to his parents. Curious, he asked his mentor, "Who's that person?"
“It’s the Crown Prince’s tutor,” Aris’s tutor replied in a low voice.
Aris's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?!"
The tutor nodded, his face full of certainty, "It's true, His Highness said it himself!"
Ares was even more shocked, then breathed a sigh of relief, watching with delight as her husband continued whispering to his tutor, "So that means my brother is willing to be the crown prince? That's wonderful!"
That's right, he's also a staunch supporter of Crown Prince Christie!
While Aris was talking with his mentor, Christie also came and sat down in the chair next to him, resting her chin on her hand and smiling at him, "Sir, how are you feeling?"
"Hmm?" The man's eyes flickered slightly. He glanced at Christie listlessly and said casually, "It's nice, the scenery is good."
As he spoke, his gaze once again passed over the wall to look at the scenery outside.
Christie smiled without saying a word, and like him, focused her gaze on the scenery outside the wall.
Perhaps only those two on the field weren't focused on the game.
However, only the two of them could focus their attention on the scenery.
Half a day passed, and all the assessments were completed. Christie was the best in both the overall and individual assessments.
The moment Wang announced the results, the audience immediately cheered.
It's as if Christie's influence is even greater than the King's.
Amid applause and cheers, Christie accepted the badge representing the Crown Prince, and then, in full view of everyone, turned around and smilingly handed the badge to her husband.
The man glanced at him, his nonchalance fading slightly, and took the gleaming badge, pinning it on Christie's finger.
Christie smiled slightly, glanced down at the man's hand, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Remember to keep your word, sir."
The man chuckled softly, gave him a look, and then fell silent.
After Christie officially became Crown Prince, almost everyone was happy, and the news quickly spread throughout Celitia.
Before the man could even say goodbye as he left the arena, Christie said, "Let's go."
"?"
The gentleman looked at him with a quiet gaze.
"Come to my place," Christie said with a slight smile, tinged with helplessness. "We just talked about that, you haven't already forgotten, have you?"
The gentleman pondered for two seconds, then remembered that after he pinned the badge on Christie, he had said that as the Crown Prince's tutor, he would live with the Crown Prince to make it easier to teach him.
"Ah... I remember now, let's go then."
The gentleman entered the room seemingly unconcerned about his poor memory.
Christie looked at him suspiciously. "So why can't you remember things?"
"You've lived too long." The man said indifferently, pulling Christie along and disappearing back into his house. "Just think of me as a fish."
"..."
Christie was speechless for a few seconds. "Mermaid? Fishman? Mermaid?"
“Neither.” The man stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded with a hint of certainty. “But it could be soon.”
Christie: "?"
...
The gentleman did not object at all to staying at Christie's house.
However, he seemed to have forgotten his identity as the Crown Prince's tutor.
as well as……
"..."
Christie choked for a moment, then looked at the man with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Sir, I'm correcting myself for the thirty-third time. My name isn't Aris, Tiris, Oren, Calvin, or Eric..."
He rattled off a list of names, then stared at the man with a forced smile, "My name is Christie."
The man paused for a moment, then nodded slowly, "I understand."
Christie: "No, you don't know, you always say that but you still get it wrong the next second."
Mr.: "Okay, I see. You should go train Louis."
Christie: "..."
Thank you, he has another name now.
Christie sighed and rubbed his forehead, not really angry, but before going to training, he said to his husband with a half-smile, "I think you should remember my name."
The man looked up at him. "You want me to remember your name?"
Christie crossed her arms, a smile playing on her lips. "What else?"
As if he had thought of something, he added, "Also, just remembering names isn't enough."
The man paused for a moment, looked at him for a few seconds, and then nodded as if in resignation. "Alright, I'll remember you and your name."
Christie smiled slightly, turned and left, not noticing that the casualness on the gentleman's face disappeared for a moment.
However, he quickly returned to his usual demeanor, nonchalant, carefree, and lazy.
Asa's eerie voice rang out behind R, "The High Priest is already willing to have a relationship with you, aren't you satisfied?"
R: "..."
He smiled, tilted his head slightly, and replied, "You and the master also have a relationship, a relationship of forgetting and being forgotten."
Asa paused for a moment, then angrily punched him on the shoulder with her fist.
But I didn't use any force.
X, standing to the side: "..." How about Asa and I switch places so you two can chat?
Liu Qingyao, sitting in the front row, cracked sunflower seeds and turned halfway around to look at them with a grin.
He wasn't the only one; others also turned to watch the spectacle.
With an innocent face and bright, sparkling eyes, Bert, the gossip guru Lancy, uttered a startling remark: "Wow, it looks like they're flirting!"
Bechfenger: "!!!"
He hurriedly covered Bertrand's mouth with his hand, then gave R and Asa, who were looking in their direction, a shy and innocent smile.
Others: "..."
You...this...we...
Asa raised his head, his sinister gaze sweeping over them, and everyone immediately sat up straight and became like quails.
Damn it, Asa is still a major villain, and we can't afford to mess with him for now.
Sir! Look at him!
Sir! Say something!
You need to do something about him!
R covered his laughter with a light cough and said to Asa, "Be good, I'll take you to find the master after we leave here."
Asa glanced at him with a cold look and sneered, "Don't try to fool me."
R smiled without saying a word.
...
Christie turned to look at the man leaning against her, yawning and cheering her on, and twitched her lips slightly. "So do you still remember that you were going to teach me magic?"
"Hmm?" The man raised his eyelids and casually said, "I remember."
Christie raised an eyebrow slightly and drawled, "You...you're not planning to teach me, are you?"
The man shifted his position and leaned back, replying listlessly, "If you don't want to learn, I can refuse to teach you."
"..."
Christie's lips remained curved, but her azure eyes narrowed, revealing little hint of a smile.
He's such an impervious person.
He reached out and caught the chubby little bird that flew towards him, and patted its little head.
"You'd better really want to teach me, sir."
His words were quite meaningful.
But the man didn't give the slightest response.
Asa leaned forward again, squinting at R, "You actually doubt the High Priest?"
R chuckled lightly, "You dare say you weren't wary of the gentleman at first?"
Asa, though unconvinced, retorted, "Who remembers things from so long ago?"
R smiled and delivered a fatal blow, "Yes, it's normal for you not to remember someone you met so long ago, right?"
A single, casual remark instantly silenced Asa.
X turned his head slightly and glanced at Asa expressionlessly.
Why did you provoke him for no reason?
A few minutes later, the man slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Christie, his expression as usual. "Since you're so eager, I'll teach you in a month."
Christie: "..."
Can't wait, but what about a month later?
The man lifted his shoulder off the wall, stood up leisurely, and glanced at Christie again. "I have something to take care of. See you in a month."
Christie stood there watching him leave, and after a moment she looked down at the little fat bird, smoothing the slightly ruffled downy feathers on its cheek with her fingertips.
...
Two weeks later.
Christie sat in the study, holding a book, while a young man stood opposite her desk.
After a moment of silence, he smiled and asked, "How's the situation in Lyriad?"
The Lyryads—a race that stands in opposition to the Seritia.
The man carefully replied, "The king of Lyriad is confirmed dead, and some of his sons are vying for the throne, creating a chaotic situation on the surface."
Christie hummed in agreement, her gaze remaining fixed on the book, though she didn't turn the page for a long time.
The chaos in Lyryd occurred two weeks ago, which happened to be the same day the gentleman left.
Do you think it can be resolved within two weeks?
He asked again.
The man did some mental calculations, then shook his head and said, "No, there are many princes in Lyriad, and each of them is quite powerful and ambitious. They probably all want a piece of the pie."
“Indeed.” Christie’s smile deepened, but a chill crept into her eyes.
The Seritia people do not like war, but the Lyryad always takes the initiative to start conflicts. They are not pushovers either, and will naturally retaliate. As a result, the relationship between the two sides has become extremely bad, the kind of bad that they don't even bother to put on a show.
The two sides are evenly matched, and each time they end up losing to each other.
However, compared to the Seritia, the Leyad people have one disadvantage—
Life is short.
The lifespan of the Serritia people was generally several thousand years, but that of the Lyarde people was only about five or six hundred years.
This is also the main reason why Lyryad always relentlessly attacks Selitia.
Karasuma Renya: ...
He'd be happy to have only half of a lifespan of five or six hundred years...
The remaining two weeks have already passed.
But the gentleman did not appear.
Christie waited patiently for another month.
Unfortunately, the gentleman still did not appear.
Christie sighed softly; he wished he had simply forgotten.
However, as the months went by, the gentleman still did not appear.
A year has passed, the battle for the throne in Lyriad has long since ended, and the new king has been in power for more than a month, but the gentleman seems to have vanished into thin air and has not appeared in Celitia at all.
Christie was getting ready for training as usual when someone suddenly called his name from behind.
"Christie."
"Hmm?" He responded, then suddenly realized that the voice and tone behind him were familiar. He turned around in surprise and saw his husband leaning against the wall, gazing at him leisurely.
Christie paused for a moment, then a deep smile appeared on her lips. "You're back. Your month is quite long, sir."
As if oblivious to the sarcastic tone in his words, the man casually explained, "I was held up by many things."
"What are you doing?" Christie raised an eyebrow as she watched the man approach.
The man chuckled. "Of course, I'll teach you what you want to learn, Your Highness Christie."
Christie paused, then realized with surprise that the other person hadn't mispronounced his name.
He glanced at the man with a hint of suspicion, “...Okay.”
The man glanced at him leisurely and said, "You look exactly the same as you did a year ago."
Christie: "?"
What nonsense are you talking about?
Christie stared at him speechlessly, but the next second she was suddenly grabbed around the waist and had her head held by a hand.
"!"
He froze for a moment in shock, staring at the man so close to him. "What are you doing?"
"Here is what you are going to learn."
The man gave a brief reply, then bent down slightly, lowered his head, and gently touched his forehead to Christie's forehead. They separated after about a minute.
Christy snapped out of her daze and glanced at the man expressionlessly. "So why this position, sir?"
They're practically glued together!
“Because of you…” the man said lazily, looking down at Christie. He paused, then casually added the sentence he hadn’t finished, “You’ll get dizzy.”
"Ah... I'm already dizzy."
The man shook the boy in his arms, who had closed his eyes and completely lost consciousness, then took him back to his room, threw him onto the bed, and with a tug and a flick, the blanket was lightly draped over Christie.
After completing these steps, the gentleman leisurely went for a stroll on the street.
He didn't return until noon the next day, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, looking at the dazed boy on the bed who looked like he had just woken up.
Christie snapped out of her daze, raised her hand and gently tapped her head, which had suddenly been filled with a wealth of knowledge. She then glanced at the man, her tone slightly cool, "Are you sure this is just knowledge about magic?"
"Didn't you say I had a lot of skills? I taught them all to you, aren't you happy?" The man casually played with his long hair.
Christie's lips twitched slightly as she continued to sit on the bed, processing what was in her mind.
The man noticed his condition, paused, and walked towards him. "I forgot."
Christie glanced at him, wondering what he had forgotten again, when she felt a tap on his forehead, and he instantly felt much more relaxed and clear-headed.
"..." Now he knew what the master had forgotten again.
But then again...
Christie frowned slightly and looked up at her husband. "You haven't heard from us for a year. You didn't go to sort through all this stuff, did you?"
"What do you think?" The man glanced at him, seemingly puzzled.
Christie: "..."
It's hard to imagine that someone with a memory like a fish could bring back so much information to him in the form of a memory.
He moved his hand that was draped over the blanket. "You really didn't have to come back, did you?"
The man glanced at him and said, "You want me to keep my word."
Christie: "..."
"Kids these days are so hard to fathom." The man said, feigning helplessness, raising his hand as if to rub his temples, but then withdrew it halfway. He glanced at Christie, "If you can, you can figure it out on your own for now. I'm going to rest for a while."
After saying that, he turned to leave, but stopped abruptly at the door and turned back to Christie, saying, "By the way, you're right, I do have contact with Lyriad."
Christie: "…………"
It feels... kind of unpleasant to have your suspicions confirmed by the person you suspect yourself.
Asa's resentful gaze fell on R again and again.
"The High Priest actually remembered you..."
"Waaaaah, even the High Priest has never hugged me like this..."
"Waaah..."
R: "..."
He chuckled and said leisurely, "There's more to come, why don't you take a look?"
Asa: "...?"
What's even more outrageous?
...
Christie raised her hand and hovered it over a withered flower. After a few breaths, the withered flower came back to life and became vibrant and beautiful again.
He gently stroked the petals with his fingertips before withdrawing his hand, then got up and left the courtyard, returning to his study.
As they passed through the living room, the man who had been waiting on the sofa got up and followed him into the study.
He handed all the information he had found to Christie.
Christie took the stack of documents and patiently read through them. He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table. "So the sixteenth prince of Lyriad has disappeared?"
The man nodded.
The current king of Lyryad is the former eldest prince. The other princes and princesses are either dead, injured, or crippled. Only the sixteenth prince was not involved in that upheaval, and he disappeared before the previous king died.
Although there was no evidence to prove it, Christie's intuition told him that the main reason the gentleman left a year ago was for the sixteenth prince, and that collecting the knowledge was secondary.
Christie propped her head up and let the man leave first.
The man had barely left when the other man appeared.
Christie looked up at the man who hadn't moved for days. "Are you alright?"
"Hmm." The man naturally walked over and sat down next to him, not even glancing at the documents on the table, and lazily asked, "Are you interested in the sixteenth prince of Lyriad?"
Christie looked at him naturally. "I'm quite curious about your relationship with Lyryd."
The man looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly smiled slightly, stood up and put his arm around Christie.
"...Don't touch me." Christie was speechless, but didn't struggle at all.
"I'll take you to see him."
As she spoke, Christy was abducted by the man.
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