THE KING WAREWOLF'S

part 18's

"when have you been here?"

Dylan clucked.

"i've been here since you yelled at the three boys there earlier" Dylan sat down on the chair that before him was where Fatel's butt landed.

Fatel blinked

"wait, so you heard what I said?" great-granddaughter Fatel, she rubbed her upper elbow.

"just think about it" Dylan rolled up his shirt

"hm,"

reposeful.

I only hear birds chirping occasionally.

"so-"

"so far as what do you know about the immortal land?" As if he knew what Fatel was going to ask, Dylan interrupted him.

"eng.actually doesn't know at all," Fatel threw his face into looking at the main garden.

silent without Fatel knowing, Dylan stole a glance at Fatel.

"she's beautiful huh Dyl" Leo's voice teased her.

"let's be Leo" Dylan rolled his eyeballs.

"look at Dyl's blue eyes, fascinated instead" Dylan can feel Leo prancing on his soul.

"so Leo, there's something I want to make sure of this girl, stop flirting with me, I can't possibly like this woman" Dylan said, not hearing Leo's voice.

"why are you quiet?"Fatel's voice made Dylan flinch.

yes, he and Leo were talking just now, but if you look at Dylan like a daydreamer, because he and Leo spoke through the inner language.

"hm, don't forget. Do you know the man who danced with you that night?" Dylan should know, even if he sounds positive, but it's not like that, it's JUST SUPPLYING KAN.

"oh, is that Dyl? I think I'm catching on to another point" Leo mocked Dylan,

shit, Dylan forgot that Leo was a part of himself.

"no, but I think he's a prince" Fatel said with his innocent face.

"yes you're right, he's the nephew of the god of the heavens, Arry Harson. " Dylan gave a little introduction to who Arry was,

okay, good start, Dyl.

"oh yeah? well, it deserves to be very handsome" Fatel's words just made Dylan's face heat up, too,

okay, hold Dyl, why are you angry?

"well, I stopped" Fatel put his tongue inside his closed mouth as he twisted his eyeballs.

"what when you were near her, did you feel familiar with her?" Dylan stared seriously at every inch of Fatel's face.

"no, I just got to know her, so of course I don't feel familiar" Fatel's circus, said,

"well, how can you dance with that god?" Dylan is still with his flat face.

DEG

DEG

DEG

the memory of that night made Fatel's heart feast on his chest cavity.

as Dylan lightly walked down his neck.

Fatel shook his head violently.

"is there a problem Miss Waynn?" Dylan knew what made this girl like that.

"hm, no, I think you know what the answer is" Fatel rubbed his neck awkwardly.

shit, don't be stupid now Fatel !!

fatel's self-esteem screams for safety.

"if I knew I didn't ask"

CHECKMATE

Fatel swallowed his saliva hard, it's very hammering right.

"all right, I was dropping off drinks at the time, enough. I didn't tell you any further"

shame, shame, shame.you will feel it if you are in Fatel's position now.

"i see you really enjoy dancing with your handsome god" said Dylan, sharp and piercing,

"then, what's your problem? that's my right, Mr. Blake" Fatel defied with his face.

"yes, yet you are my prisoner, remember that" Dylan looked at Fatel with a murderous gaze.

"it's my life, stop setting me up, if you don't want to take me, just throw it out, I'll happily leave this boring place" Fatel ruffled his waist, saying, oh don't forget that arrogant raised chin,

oh, so pretentious, pulling a sword just can't :').

"basic ungrateful, do not hope" Dylan left and died the girl who was still with all her arrogance.