Revisit the old place

"Being pressed against the wall by Isidore, Persia widened her eyes and looked at his overly intimate behavior. He was too close, too dangerous. There was a voice in her heart shouting like this, but at the same time her mind was telling her that this was Isidore, he was her teammate, she should give him the most trust.

Did Isidore know that his behavior was too intimate for a girl? What was he thinking? What did he want to express?

The boy didn't make any more moves but made her more at a loss. Did she misunderstand him again? Did she use those dirty adult world thoughts to understand his meaning again?

One of her wrists was pressed against the wall by him, and his other hand pinched her shoulder. The height difference between the two made her have to look up at him when they were close. The irritability in her heart was completely forgotten because of the shock, and her body was completely trapped by him.

Persia really felt that this kid was getting harder and harder to figure out. When their eyes met, the flicker in his eyes had disappeared, and he looked at her calmly, with a calm face. But Persia could feel that Isidore's elemental pressure was getting bigger and bigger. The so-called level difference was really a troublesome thing.

Persia felt that she had to do something, otherwise according to Isidore's stubborn type, he could definitely keep this posture with her for a whole night, and she definitely couldn't last longer than him.

Hesitating for a moment, Persia slowly raised the hand that was not clamped by Isidore and touched his face. He still had a low body temperature, which made her palm cold.

Isidore still stared at her, as if he didn't feel her movement.

The delicate skin made Persia itch to stroke his face. "Isidore," she softened her voice. "Are you angry that I don't listen to you?"

Isidore didn't answer.

Persia could only bite the bullet and continue. "We grew up in different places and encountered different things, so it's normal to have different thoughts sometimes. It's not that I'm targeting you."

Isidore still remained silent, and the golden pupils slowly deepened in color.

"You have to know that we are different, so it's normal to make different choices. We are teammates, but also friends, right? We can work hard for a goal together, but you won't care if I like different things from you and force me to change my habits, right?"

"My thoughts are not wrong," Isidore finally spoke. He seemed to still be resentful of Persia's denial of his thinking.

"Yes," Persia grasped the step that could be taken down and apologized very smoothly. "It's my fault. I was too surprised by your thoughts at first, so I didn't behave well. Don't be angry, okay?"

Isidore pursed his lips. "I'm not angry."

"Yes yes yes, it's my fault," Persia nodded vigorously and secretly moved the pressed wrist. As expected, she felt his strength had become smaller.

Isidore didn't notice her little movement. He lowered his head and rubbed his face against Persia's palm. Because of his movement, Persia also touched some of his broken hair. The fluffy touch was very soft and rubbed out a bit of itchiness.

"What do you like to eat?" Isidore asked.

"Huh?" Persia didn't understand the meaning of his question for a moment, and then suddenly reacted to her previous analogy. "That's just an analogy with food, don't mind that kind of thing... Okay don't look at me with that kind of eyes, it's steak."

"That's also my favorite," Isidore let go of her restraint and hooked up a faint smugness at the corner of his mouth. "So there is no difference you said."

Oh my god, are you serious? I think you eat so little every day that you don't like eating at all!

Persia blinked and looked at her retracted palm. The tingling sensation hadn't completely disappeared yet. She looked at Isidore with a serious face again. He was really bad in that state. Persia always felt that he didn't understand what she meant or completely twisted her meaning according to his own thoughts.

Anyway, she finally regained her freedom.

"Well, I'll go back to my room first," Persia stuttered a bit and reached for the door handle again. This time Isidore helped her move the hair that was stuck to her face and then neatly opened the door for her.

Persia noticed that when he did this, his movements were graceful and he nodded slightly. She still remembered that when she was learning etiquette, her teacher repeated the action of opening the door for her several times to make her walk in a standard posture.

Isidore's action was simpler than the teacher's, but he didn't miss any important steps and details.

It wasn't until Isidore looked at her with some doubt that Persia smiled. "Isidore, you are very good at opening doors for girls."

You have good manners, but no one taught you how to socialize, right? Why did you come to the ordinary class instead of the noble class with such habits?

When she returned to the room, Ruby seemed to have turned off the light and went to sleep. Persia walked lightly to wash up, and when she changed into her pajamas and was ready to go to bed, she thought Ruby had fallen asleep, but Ruby whispered her name.

"What's wrong?" Persia was a bit surprised. "You haven't fallen asleep yet?"

Ruby blinked and slowly spit out a few words. "I think I might be sick."

"Huh?" This made Persia a little nervous. "What's wrong? Do you have a headache? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it because of the smell you smelled today? Do you want to vomit?"

Ruby was stunned for a moment and quickly buried her head in the quilt. When Persia sat on her bed and was about to touch her forehead, her muffled voice came from the quilt. "We weren't like this before. Although we were divided into groups in the first and second grades, Della and you were always around. We were all together."

"We are still together now," Persia patted her back through the quilt. "Why are you so sentimental?"

"Now Della and her brother are in a group, and I feel like I haven't really talked to them for a long time," Ruby stuck out her arm and hugged Persia's waist. "I originally wanted to match you and Isidore together, but now I regret it a bit. There's only me left of the three."

Girls are really better than boys, right? Persia rubbed her head, healed by Ruby's coquetry. "Don't worry, I won't abandon you. And it's impossible with Isidore anyway."

Ruby looked at Persia's confident expression and didn't know why she lost her breath. "I don't know why I suddenly feel sorry for him. He's not the type who deserves sympathy."

"Hmm?" Persia looked at Ruby with some doubt.

"I mean it's fine now," Ruby muttered a few words that Persia still couldn't hear clearly. "I'll protect you in the future."

"Okay," Persia smiled.

Because they had already learned more accurate roads from the uncle, they went through those boring processes that can be summarized as "walk walk walk" and "run run run". As they walked closer to the nest, Persia got closer to Ruby.

"It's okay, just put it on me!" Ruby, who had a stronger sense of responsibility than usual, firmly protected Persia behind her. "If the dragon really comes, I will cut off its scales in front of you."

He doesn't have scales when he is human. Persia wanted to say that, but she gave up on making fun of him for this tense atmosphere and Ruby's sense of responsibility.

"Why are you standing behind us!" Ruby accused Isidore of not doing anything. "Shouldn't you be walking in front!"

"I was clearly driven to the back by you," Isidore calmly avoided Ruby's splash of dirty water. "You said I wasn't careful enough."

"It's very dangerous here!" Persia helped Ruby out. "Your attitude is too bad!"

Isaac, who had been leaning against the wall at the end, had been silent since he came in. He didn't seem to want to pay attention to their infighting.

Persia hadn't walked outside herself either. Her memory was already chaotic and unclear. They just tried their luck.

"We went in, there should be wind," she felt very cold at that time, this impression was deep.

They always walked on the widest road and finally reached the place where Persia had stayed before.

Persia still remembered that she was wearing pajamas and barefooted, stepping on the ground, clinging to the cold wall so that she wouldn't kneel on the ground because of fear.

She walked step by step into that position and then firmly pointed to the left passage. "There is his bedroom."

Those chaotic memories seemed to suddenly come alive and rushed out eagerly. It was funny that she had so much psychological preparation before, but when she really stood here, she was calmer than she thought.

When he heard these words, Isaac was the fastest to react. He walked up quickly and went to the passage that Persia pointed to. He also saw the huge door.

It took everyone together to push the door open. Persia took a deep breath and opened her eyes to find that the room was empty.

There was nothing.

"There used to be gems here," Persia pointed to where the gold and jewels had been piled up.

She had been wearing a collar around her neck and locked up here.

Walking to the spot, she bent down and saw the traces she had maliciously carved on the wall with the dragon's collection. They were faint, but they had not disappeared.

"Camille was here."

She almost cried out when she saw these words.

But Persia knew that she couldn't cry, she couldn't let anyone see a trace of her emotions.

Isaac also crouched down and saw the familiar handwriting.

He seemed to suddenly lose control of his emotions, covering his face and leaning his head against the wall.

Isaac was so emotional that Persia's original feelings were scared back by him. She felt a little at a loss and wanted to comfort him.

Ruby, on the other hand, seemed more interested in the fireplace on the other wall. "Dragons are not afraid of cold, why would they have this thing?"

Persia was a little stunned, but she couldn't remember if there was a fireplace in this room at first.

Isidore, who had been leaning against the wall, smiled. "Maybe someone needed it."