A Summer

Nemo, who was lying on Oliver's thigh, no longer poked the tip of his lover's nose, he spread his right fingers and rubbed Oliver's cheek.

Noisy cicadas chirped from the trees above them, and the air was full of fresh bark and sun-baked ferns.

Feeling the body temperature from that hand, Oliver removed the palm covering his eyes, the circles of his eyes were still a little red.

Nemo's body temperature is always slightly higher than his own, and he likes it very much. Oliver opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't get the slightest sound out of his choked throat.

Under the sun, Nemo stared at him earnestly and intently. Familiar and unfamiliar pupils maintain the inhuman Devil Cross, and the warm eyes are full of smiles.

Oliver subconsciously grabbed the gold pendant hanging on his chest, but the hand just changed direction in the middle of reaching out.

A cleansing spell removes sweat, blood and dust from both of them. Oliver opened the pendant on his chest and took out the ring.

His Demon King blinked, turned his head, and his scattered black hair brushed against his legs.

Oliver sniffed and grabbed the hand that was still caressing his cheek. However, the freshly-baked Mr. Brave grabbed an empty hand, but instead his wrist was pinched.

Nimo grinned and rolled his eyes. He let go of his right hand and finally propped up his upper body - Mr. Demon King supported Oliver's thigh with his left hand, his right hand was spread out, his palm facing up.

On the fair skin, two simple and elegant rings were lying quietly together. One of the rings was still on his ring finger for a second, and Oliver didn't even notice how the other party did it.

"Restart." The noon sun was particularly strong, a spot of light swept across his eyes, and Nemo squinted slightly.

"Your Majesty, you held my leg, I can't get down on one knee." Oliver's voice was still a little dull.

"Who said you wanted to propose? You've asked, and now it's my answer." Nemo moved closer. "Hand out, Ollie."

Oliver raised his left hand obediently. The gauntlet was completely shattered in the fierce battle and disappeared. The slender fingers were full of tiny blood openings that were healing - all that was focused on healing Nemo, he completely forgot about the tiny pains between his fingers.

Nimo grabbed the hand and pressed his lips to his fingers. The tip of his tongue protruded slightly, and the hot and humid touch brushed across the wound, and Oliver's back immediately went numb.

Then his demon king kissed the back of his hand and put the ring on his left ring finger slowly and carefully. As if that was the only thing that matters in the world.

From this angle, Oliver could see his lover's downed eyelashes, and Nemo's hair was very close to the top, and the heart-warming subtle smell penetrated into his nostrils again.

"Okay, my fiancé." Nemo looked up, making sure the ring was in place.

For the first time since they met, Oliver heard Nemo speak in this tone - steady and sure, with a reassuring confidence and power, but a strange mix of many unique "Nemo" Mo Wright" restraint and shyness.

Oliver grabbed the opponent's hand, and the right hand holding the ring trembled a little. This hand never deviates the slightest when holding the sword, but now it has been several times before putting the ring on the lover's finger.

The black flint set in the ring has been carefully treated to a beautifully rounded finish. The simple, elegant ring shape and Nemo's slightly paler skin were just right. The corners of his lover's mouth twitched, and nothing in the world could hurt them again.

Oliver's eyes were a little sore.

Only this time, instead of covering it with the palm of your hand. He chose to hug Nemo sharply, kissing each other fiercely.

Nimo didn't try to keep his balance, his back fell to the soft moss, fingers dipped into Oliver's soft light brown hair, and he responded to the kiss with all his strength.

Sighing with the warmth and shiver of the tongue brushing against the gums, Nemo pressed him even tighter. The black robe turned into a cloak on his body had become dilapidated during the battle. Before it could be repaired, it was now making a tearing sound overwhelmed by it. But he didn't bother to care, he just used his fingertips to push aside the broken armor behind Oliver, and slowly rubbed it on his lover's smooth and strong back.

Just touching the skin and exchanging body temperature can bring a trance-like satisfaction.

Unfortunately, the passionate lovers couldn't do anything further, so they both stopped their movements.

"Wagon, coming for us." Nemo could clearly hear the creaking of the spokes and the rustling of half-dried leaves as they were run over.

Something flew out of the carriage and flew straight towards Nemo's face. Nemo didn't stand up, just reached out and grabbed it.

It was a battered water bag, bulging and clanking when shaken.

"I arrived a little earlier than planned, and it looks like it was the right decision."

A familiar voice sounded, and Ann Savage, dressed as a warrior, jumped out of the carriage and waved at Marshal Gallagher who was driving the car. Standing firmly on the ground, An Rui's eyes swept over the two men in disheveled clothes, and he clicked loudly.

"If I come a little later, in order to avoid seeing what I shouldn't see... Maybe I'll have to go to a nearby hotel with Mr. Wild Dog and stay for a few days, until you two meet after a long time. Back to business."

She accentuated the pronunciation of "reunion after a long absence", and made an obscene gesture from an angle that her knights couldn't see.

Oliver's face was a little red, in contrast, Nemo was much calmer.

"Ann."

The robe is full of slits, one shoulder is exposed, and the beautifully shaped collarbone is completely exposed to the air. But this obviously did not weaken the majesty that the World Pillar should have.

"Now you can settle the bill with me." Nemo said softly.

"Oh, about that Abbas." The smile on Ann's face disappeared, then she cleared her throat. "I do have a plan. Like I said before, I can't laugh it off... Even for you, the human judgment may be small and ridiculous."

Nimo didn't say anything, just looked at the female warrior standing opposite.

Ann closed her eyes: "Nemo, as Andrea Alastair, my verdict is as follows - according to Alban's law, those who kill important members of the royal family need to be punished Beheading will result in the confiscation of all property. Relatives within three generations will be deprived of their citizenship and will be exiled abroad as refugees, and their descendants will not be allowed to enter Alban.

"The beheading part, 'Ulysses' has exactly gone through. As for Alban's citizenship, you and Oliver are long gone. In the end, your mimicry is perfect, I I don't think you and Oliver will have heirs either. Then the laws of humanity, I declare - Nemo Wright and his fiancé Oliver Ramon will be expelled from Alban and shall not be allowed to do any work in Alban."

"Ann..." Oliver was about to say something, but was stopped by Nemo's raised hand.

"You said 'as Andrea Alastair' just now, but as Ann Savage?" Nemo nodded and asked calmly.

An let out a long sigh and looked at the woods around him with nostalgic eyes.

"As Ann Savage, I see... you helped me save my lovely niece; stopped the Prince's plans for total war on Alban and Willard; ended the expedition, let We no longer have to worry about the further weaponization of the Bone Jade. This is a huge boon to me, and my answer is already in the water bag. Also, don't worry, I'll give you a — a large sum of money from mine out of a private account."

Nemo untied the water bag, poured out the copper cylinder inside, and twisted it carefully. Oliver moved quickly, resting his chin on Nemo's shoulder, staring at the small print on the parchment.

“…this is the proof of citizenship of Galanoe City.” Oliver said softly.

"Nimo Wright and Oliver Ramon, I didn't change your names." Ann shrugged, "Of course, this thing came from, uh, my channel as a black stamp, no How normal. But I guess you two don't want to be some great big shots."

Speaking of this, she did not hold back, and chuckled twice without any irony.

"Oliver Lopez as everyone knows it these days. Nobody cares about the little guy's ID, does he?"

"I accept." Nemo bowed his head slightly and saluted.

"Ann, I'm sorry. ... This is not an apology for killing your brother, a fight is a fight. But as a friend, I'm sorry for giving you sad memories."

"It's okay, I've dealt with you two."

An snorted and twitched the corners of her mouth.

Until I woke up one morning, I stopped thinking about it proactively."

The Queen of Alban strode up and slapped Nemo on the head.

"Oh, don't forget, call me at the wedding...Mr. Wright of Garland."

Then she sprinted neatly and jumped into the carriage.

"See you, Noe!" The carriage began to rumble forward again, and Ann shouted loudly, putting her hands to her lips. "Cross and Dylan are about to reach the surface, I'll go see the situation over there! Next, please feel free to-"

"Let's go to Noe." Watching the carriage disappear among the trees, Oliver weighed the worn water bag with emotion in his tone. "Stay in the shop first, then—"

But before he could finish speaking, his fiancé threw him to the ground neatly.

"Nemo?"

"You can't live in a hotel." Black hair fell down his cheeks, and Nemo looked down at Oliver and said solemnly. "It's been a long time since we've seen each other, right? I'm afraid I can't control the power. Noe is a small place, and if we get attention too soon, Ann's role for us will be in vain."

"Uh, it's still daytime—" Oliver swallowed, his tone uncertain, his shame as a human being inexplicably weakened in the face of the happiness that almost melted his brain.

"I like the sun." Nemo lowered his head, brought his lips to Oliver's ear below him, and breathed over his lover's increasingly red pinna. "…your eyes look best in the sun."

Oliver held his breath for a moment.

His demon king was flirting awkwardly and awkwardly, and he was desperate to find that it really worked for him.

The next second, Nemo's back slammed into the leaf-covered grass behind him, and the green eyes that were shrouded in the shadow of the Demon King looked down from above - Oliver wrapped his legs around Nemo Mo's legs and arms exerted force, pressing his lover under him.

"If you think about it like this, it is indeed better during the day." Oliver lowered his head and put his hand into the severely damaged black robe. "I haven't seen your expression in the sun for a long time, Your Majesty."

"And we agreed, didn't we? I need to help you get your shame back." He added in a low voice.

It begins with a feathery kiss, like a butterfly resting on a fingertip. Then there's lingering licking and sucking, and finally it turns into biting with a hint of madness.

Nimo raised his head, letting the sweet pain run through his nerves. His fingertips moved deftly on the other person's skin, from his arms to his back to his slender waist. From smooth, flat skin to raised scars, Oliver's skin gradually became moist and his muscles tightened under the skin.

He relaxed his body, his chest heaved violently, and let his knight shred the remaining black robe. The tips of his black hair were wet with sweat and brushed over his shoulders. The ring-wearing left hand was tightly held by Oliver's right hand, interlocking his fingers and pressing it firmly on the grass.

The sun swept across the bright sweat on Oliver's cheeks, and those emerald eyes were incredibly green.

In the scorching gasps and the frantic demands of each other, Nemo licked the corners of his mouth, stretched his arms, and exerted a little force - he sat up, wrapped his arms around his lover's shoulders, Maintain a dangerous sitting position.

"Is this okay?" Oliver chuckled, "I heard the sound of a carriage."

"It's a caravan." Nemo's voice habitually brought out a bit of discomfort. "But don't worry, they won't see or hear anything—"

However, the hand he was about to cast was snapped by Oliver.

"As for the sound...I think it's fine."

"Nice try."

Nemo tightened his back, and the blood seemed to turn into magma in the increasing pleasure. His ears were ringing, and his voice was a little breathless.

"But Ollie, you...that's the big caravan, they brought...wolf hunt..."

"I don't think it will trouble my majesty." Oliver's voice was also a little choppy.

Nemo chuckled a few times, leaving an ambiguous bite mark on the other's shrugging shoulders.

"Of course." Pale cheeks flushed slightly, but the calmness in Nemo's voice was not broken. He kissed those emerald green eyes and moved in coordination. "If you want to 'dominate' me, you're still a long way off... my knight-sama."

The sight and sense of smell of a wolf hunter are many times sharper than those of humans, and this one guarding the caravan is no exception.

It cocked its nose, quite sure that it smelled something like a human. The wolf hunter stopped hesitantly, focused his innate magic on his eyes, and looked at the source of the smell—

It looked like two humans. They had barely any clothes left, and were busy with... something it couldn't understand. The dark-skinned young man was facing him, his sweat-soaked back was covered with deep scars, an angle suitable for attack.

The other young man sitting on top of him was pale skinned, with black hair scattered over his shoulders.

The black-haired youth clasped the other's shoulder with one hand, pressed the fingertips into the strong muscles, and raised the other hand slightly, with the index finger to the lips, compared to a human" Silence" gesture.

The silver-gray pupils are like melting silver in the sun, and the cross pupils are particularly dazzling.

The pressure suddenly hit his head, and the wolf hunter's tail drooped down. Anyway, the two humans weren't planning to come over yet. It turned around its limited capacity and decided to pretend that it didn't see anything.

The driver pulled his beard and smacking his lips.

"The wolf stopped for a while, could it be..."

"It's daytime, why bother! I heard that the expeditionary army is coming back, this is a good opportunity, if it goes later, the good goods will be robbed by the old foxes - then Everyone came over, and we didn't have to sell our farts, we had to be hanged by the boss at the door of the store."

The driver looked at the wolf hunter again. Except for the tail tucked behind him, it didn't show much abnormality.

So he had to shrug, yawn, and speed up the drive.

The sun is shining and the sky is not cloudy.

This is just an ordinary summer, no different from the past.