Save You's
07. Reversed (3)
"I didn't expect Princess Bell's Companion's appearance to look pitiful."
"Even the butler's shirt is better than his."
Jens did not reply even though the insinuations clearly pointed at him.
What's wrong with not taking a morning shower, just washing your face and brushing your teeth. Or maybe because of the clothes? No, Jens is sure to wear whatever clothes he'll look handsome.
But yes, one tower witch saw it with disdain. Those who are accustomed to cleanliness under the command of the Great Witch, Reflin Kailen, certainly feel Jens look disturbing.
Well what is it in the eyes of those arrogant nobles.
"Disregard that, my hands have not fully healed to avenge them."
He said softly, no one heard him because most did not care.
Jens' attention leads to Princess Bell coming out of the crowd. The beautiful Princess Bell with the characteristics of blonde hair and gray eyes came over to Jens who froze for a moment, she liked the woman in front of her at the moment.
"It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet one of my close friends later."
Princess Bell looked graceful as she said that, but Jens was more focused on the sentence Princess Bell spoke.
"Excuse me, one?"
"Yes, the King assigned the Great Witch to be one of them."
"Damn," Jens' tongue was eloquent to swearing.
Princess Bell pulled back a fake smile and began to smile normally, her graceful movements capable of making Jens turn her head. "No need to hold back your curse, I like rude men."
Interest is clearly visible in the eyes of Princess Bell Justie, her gray eyes are always seen to focus on the movements of Jens.
"really?"
"Sure, let's talk about this further when you're an adult."
Just a year's age difference between them, and the younger Princess Bell was blatantly gesturing to Jens despite the obvious nonsense.
Clearly, Jens had heard and seen the woman's football.
And Jens also likes all of Bell's actions, he likes all the beautiful women.
Although everyone knows Princess Bell was an accomplished seductress, but her feelings today are more inclined towards the rude, disorganized Jens and troublemakers. His gray eyes were clearly planning something.
"But clean yourself up first, Mr. Reflin doesn't like anything dirty."
Jens reflex smelled his own scent, not that smell until people would realize the two weren't bathing.
"Should I meet the Great Witch Master?"
"You need to do it."
"Can I be a chariot driver?" jens asked, she really wasn't in a good mood to take a shower.
"Your face will be wasted."
"Well, is this a compliment or just a flirtation from my beloved country's Princess?"
"That's my most sincere word," she said, Princess Bell smiled amusedly. "Quick change clothes."
"Should ya?"
Princess Bell nodded, Jens sighing tiredly. He took a change of clothes from the storage bag that Mr. Hans had forcibly brought and chose a place to change clothes.
Leaving Princess Bell behind, she had no idea if Reflin Kailen had come up with teleportation magic. His long brown hair was blown away, dark green eyes directed at Jens' back which was getting further away.
At the moment Reflin looked like a handsome young master from a respectable family, although that was indeed an indisputable reality.
"Mr Princess, am I late?"
Princess Bell flanged, her smile steadfast and friendly once welcoming the Great Witch who was always hard to meet. "It's okay, we're leaving in half an hour."
"Can you tell me who will be your companion besides Me?"
"I don't want a relationship with someone who's incompetent."
Roughly speaking, Reflin Kailen did not want to be in one room with a person who was not comparable.
"He's Jens from the Alice Guild"
And that name is not what Reflin Kailen knows.
Although Jens is famous among citizens and noble girls. Someone like the Great Witch who had always been in the magic tower would have rarely known that.
This made Reflin only show a puzzled expression. Princess Bell preferred someone from a regular worker-providing community over one of the palace knights. This led Reflin to suspect that someone named Jens was a category worthy of his cooperation, at least maybe one level below him.
"Name that is not famous."
"You'll know her soon enough" replied Princess Bell.
Jens returned after changing into a black shirt and matching trousers, looking simple but also neat and clean.
"It's nice to meet you," Reflin greeted briefly, there was a faint smile that was singled out as a pleasantries.
Princess Bell felt that if Reflin had misunderstood, she just scowled and let this misunderstanding go over-the-top
"Eh a Reflin Kailen greets you first? I hope there won't be any disaster."
follow-up.
But Jens had already messed it up with a wide laugh that did not match the nobles while shaking Reflin's hand.
It made the momentum that was supposed to fit into a formless fall.
.
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"Sir Hans," someone's hoarse voice rang out from behind the big door, Hans nodded and a simple magic as soon as possible opened the door.
Old witch Delvon entered, she stroked her long white beard and laughed as she entered the room.
"Hohoho," his laughter did not match the authoritative character.
"What do you want?" the question that without further ado Hans immediately gave, he did not take his eyes off the document he was working on.
"I felt an unusual movement from the boy" said Delvon, Hans clearly knew who he was referring to but he chose silence. "Is this the right choice to let him reach the age of 20?"
20 Years old is an independent age, children are free to leave their parents at that age. Guild workers were freed to choose to stay or to leave in search of a new place.
Hans felt that he would soon be abandoned.
"It's a good thing to know he can be 20 years old."
"The problem, magic-"
Hans clucked, magic and magic again.
"I've already said that you can take all the talented witches for you to make disciples, but forcing Jens who has no talent to learn magic is not the best option. You think I don't know what you're thinking?"
Witch Delvon shook his head and exhaled his furious breath. Her frail body was not strong enough to keep standing and in the end chose to sit down as her magic helped take the chair.
"You pay too much attention to troubled children. Noel's son who's not happy doing anything is in trouble."
"It doesn't matter as long as the procedure is in place."
The old witch Delvon relaxed the wrinkled muscles on her face with a smile, although her tangled white beard blocked her pure intention to look friendly in front of Hans.
"I don't want to talk, what do you mean come here?" ask Hans again.
"My forecast says a few months from now something big is going to happen."
"Then?"
"That involves a name you know from the past," there's a moment's pause, "and Jens."
