Atlas Battle Song

Chapter 30

Beauty comes at a high price.

The beautiful appearance made little Egg miserable.

In order to avoid harassment from other older children, little Egg walked alone and had a more surly personality.Life in the Emerald Courtyard was as heavy as black iron, and he was even more homesick, missing the lively little lion.Several times, little Egg wrote to his mother for help:

"Mom, can I not go to school?"

The countess's reply was very flat, and the advice she gave was still: "As you wish."

Little Egg struggled again and again, but decided to stay in the Emerald Court.After all, this is what his father meant, and it is also his responsibility as the heir.

During that time, the letter from the little lion was the only joy in his life.But Egg didn't tell Trand about his harassment.

Fortunately, since he got to know Instructor Miglinen, the depressive situation has turned around—the boy finally has someone who can talk.Little Egg trusted the instructor and was willing to sit with the man in the garden and talk about kittens, tournaments and favorite toys.

In reply, Egg Jr. wrote:

"Trand, I've gotten better recently because I met a very good uncle. He is a friend of my parents and will help you in the future."

But a grown man is a different creature, far beyond a child's comprehension.Without the protection of his mother, the boy is like a cheetah cub who has just learned to run. He thinks he knows the rules of survival, but in fact he is still the long-awaited prey of the hunter.

When the boy and the instructor were walking by the lake.

What Egg cared about was the small red squirrel that suddenly appeared, the white mushroom growing on the root of the tree, or the phosphorescent gravel on the bank.He likes it here. There are lakes and paths in the forest, which make him homesick.It would be great if the little lion was there, little Egg couldn't help thinking so.

However, in the eyes of instructor Miglinen, children's childishness is boring, and the scenery is nothing special.What really caught the man's attention was the little boy himself.When little Egg stooped to pick up a pebble in the water, the shirt slid down, revealing his white waist.A small piece of bare skin looks smooth and immature, like a newly made tome, which has not been really touched and kissed by a pilgrim.As long as you have this thought, the covering of the clothes is irrelevant.The exposed skin has become a temptation.

For example, a child's slender ankle seems to be easily held down by an adult's hand.If you slide your fingertips along the line of the boy's calf, you will touch the pale pink knee.

A candy that appears to be made from pollen and should taste sweet.

thought Meaglin.

It was a little silver bird, sitting innocently on the open iron cage and singing.

"You're healthy and in good shape."

The instructor smiled kindly, like a respectable brother.Men know that if they directly praise beauty, it will arouse the vigilance of boys.

Little Egg smiled: "Yes, no one else can compare to me when it comes to running and swimming."

"Do you want to swim in the water now? The sun is very sunny today." Migelin smiled heartily with his hips on his arms.

The boy was a little uncertain.

Migelin said deliberately: "That's right, the weather is cold now, and the lake water is biting. You'd better not go there, so as not to get sick."

It is now mid-October, and autumn in the north is coming to an end.It was warm during the day and cold in the shade where the sun didn't shine.The woods are dyed orange red and bright yellow, surrounded by the blue sky and lake water.Sybil's children are not afraid of the cold, and they still wear shorts in this weather.

"I won't be sick." Little Egg shook his head, still wanting to swim in the water.

"Then you go, I'll wait for you."

The man sat down on the bank and watched with a smile as the boy took off his clothes and walked into the water topless.

Both the autumn day and the lake water were shining brightly, and the fine gold was rippling. The boy's bare back was extremely eye-catching in the water light, almost glowing white.Water drops streaked across the slender arms and wet his half-length black hair.In the sparkling light, the arms, neck, and soft cheeks, the young man is like a tender pearl.

The instructor enjoyed the scenery.

Little Egg swam well, and it took him a while to get back to shore.

"It's really good, I haven't swam for a long time."

The boy came out of the water, panting, his skin was flushed, and his half-length black hair was wet against his fair skin, like a water demon in a lake that appeared in an oil painting to charm the hero.

"Be careful of catching a cold."

The man watched with interest, and couldn't help imagining another wet situation.

"I said no, I never get sick." Egg muttered dissatisfiedly, walked up to the instructor and sat down, and began to wipe his body.The drops of water slid down his thighs, looking a little erotic, but the boy didn't realize it.He was busy trying to shake the gravel off his ankle.Under the sun, the crushed sand shines with the luster of mother-of-pearl and quartz, and the child's toes are also translucent.

The man's mouth was parched.

The instructor looked at the two eye-catching pink bumps on the child's chest, and then looked away casually: "You mentioned that your good friend used to swim with you often. What's his name? Tran... ..."

"..."

Little Egg was silent in vigilance, like a young dragon being asked: Where is your treasure.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to mention it, we all have secrets." Migelin smiled and helped the young master wipe his wet hair.

The man deliberately appeared reserved, not touching the boy's body.After all, the children of nobles are like the cubs of cheetahs, they are more or less vigilant, and they also vaguely know the joys of adults.So don't be too anxious, and the action can't be too explicit.Meaglin is a patient hunter, and this is not the first time he has hunted such a proud young man.

Half-grown children, transparent honey, naive and wary cubs.

A man knows that to eat this immature fruit requires skill.

Little Egg sat obediently, and let the adults wipe it for himself, with the reflection of the sparkling lake water in his gray-blue eyes: "That man...he is different. When I play with him, I am me. yourself, without playing other roles."

"Well, do you like him?" asked Meaglin.

"Um……"

Little Egg sat on the grass with his hands folded on his knees, buried his face in his arms, and answered in a low voice.

"Really? That's great," the instructor stretched out his big hand and patted the boy's head. "It's okay. I'll keep it a secret for Egg. This is our little secret, isn't it?"

"Does Teacher Migelin have a secret? Tell me, I won't tell others."

the boy asked naively.

"Is it possible?" Meglinn deliberately made a puzzled look, and when the child was anxious to explain, he smiled in relief: "If it was Egg, he would definitely help me keep the secret. Then I will tell you quietly."

"Say it, I swear."

The man said, "I'm in love with someone and I don't know how to get him."

Little Egg was not good at communicating feelings, so he could only shrug his shoulders: "Then I wish you success. You are an ideal knight, and you deserve the love of your sweetheart."

"Yes, I'll get him..."

The man smiled and pulled the child up from the grass.The bells of Vespers rang, and the deep shadows of autumn hung over the Emerald Court.They left the lake, talked and laughed and went back to the college.

The accident happened just after that autumn walk.

Perhaps from swimming in the icy lake, little Egg was a little sick.At first it was a headache, the boy didn't pay much attention and went to class as usual.

During class, the headache got worse, and Egg felt his body heat up.The teacher was teaching "Sybil's War Song", but he couldn't listen to a word, and the words flew around the circular classroom as if they had wings.

"Hey, Gorgon, what's the matter with you?" the boy sitting next to him whispered.

Little Egg shook his head.

"You look bad, your face is all red."

"Thank you, I'm fine."

"Go see a doctor, you may be sick."

Little Egg smiled politely, but didn't listen.He guessed that he had a little cold, but it didn't bother him.

He also went to the riding lesson in the afternoon.He was in the same class as a tall, lanky Praslier boy who had been nicknamed "The Magic Flag" because of his resemblance to a flagpole.The boy was 17 years old, he was a member of the small circle around the crown prince, and he was always jealous of Yi Ge.

Seeing Yi Ge's mediocre performance in the riding class, the magic flag jokingly said: "Ha, what happened to the usually proud and proud Master Gorgon today? It's like an old man riding a horse, afraid of breaking his bones."

Little Egg had a terrible headache and was dizzy, so he didn't want to talk to him.

"Why, are you sick?" Mo Qi smiled maliciously: "Should I tell His Royal Highness the Crown Prince now, maybe he will hold you in his arms like a fragile woman."

"To shut up."

said little Egg coldly.

"There will be long-distance running training in a while, I think you should stop running. Go to the bedroom of His Highness Triste, that is where you should fight."

If it was normal, little Egg would have drawn his sword to duel with this bastard.But now his fever was so bad that he didn't even have the strength to speak.After the riding lesson, little Egg sat quietly in the garden for a while.He felt less dizzy, so he continued to participate in long-distance running training.He didn't want to ask for leave, otherwise that bastard of the magic flag would gobble his tongue desperately.

It was all right when he was standing, but once he started running, little Egg couldn't hold on anymore.The scorching dizziness made the head boil like a cauldron, the feet were light and light, as if stepping on cotton, but the limbs were as heavy as lead.

Little Egg ran a few steps hard, fell to the ground and passed out.

The boys panicked and hurriedly called the instructor.

The one on duty that day happened to be Mr. Miglinen.The man came in a hurry and found that little Egg's forehead seemed to be on fire, but his limbs were as cold as ice.

"Egg, Egg! Hey, cheer up!"

"Ugh..."

The boy recovered a little bit of consciousness, barely opened his eyes, and weakly grasped the instructor's fingers.

"Mig...teacher..."

"Why didn't you tell me that you had such a severe fever? Why did you force yourself to participate in the training? Well, I'll take you to rest and see a doctor now, please stay still."

Little Egg was delirious, and only felt himself being picked up.There was a lot of noise around, and all kinds of sounds swayed colorfully like the reflection of an oil film.His eyes were swollen from burning, and he couldn't see clearly, only felt light and shadows passing by... It might be Mr. Migelin carrying him through the corridor of the Emerald Court.

The feeling of his limbs became very strange, and the fiery numbness made him feel that his human form was also changing with the light and shadow, as if he was an invisible fire.

"Don't worry... it will be... soon."

It was the instructor's voice, which seemed to come from far away covered by a layer of membrane.Little Egg could only catch broken words.

In a daze, he felt that he was being hugged by an adult, just like his mother hugged him before.

"Mom...hug..."

Little Egg was dazed and curled up, his hands tightly clutching the instructor's chest clothes.

With just such an action, the evil thoughts were ignited.

The man stops.

"Egg, Egg, can you hear me?" asked Meaglin.

"Mother……"

"Who am I, can you still recognize me?"

"Ah...ah..."

Completely fragmented, non-sentential responses.The boy had a severe fever and was delirious.

The man suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth: "Well, it seems that you need a good treatment. Come on, good boy, don't you trust the teacher the most? I will help you well."

With that said, the man changed direction, and carried the unconscious child back to his bedroom.

That felt weird.

Little Egg felt that the scorching heat of the fever seemed to be becoming real, and the multicolored darkness was melting and covering him, greasy and disgusting... It felt like the layer of dirty grease floating on the swamp. Heads swelled, laughing.There was a sound, and little Igor laughed strangely deep in the eardrum, as if some kind of bug's eggs were sprouting.Then, it melted into lava roaring in the ear.Consciousness is like a colorful cauldron, bubbling and bubbling, exuding the sweetness of cream and honey...

An instinct makes the boy miserable.

Danger!

Some distorted voice called out to him, and he struggled to wake up.

"Ah, ah... little lion..."

Flame, he saw himself surrounded by a sea of ​​flames, and the familiar figure was calling his name, sounding like he was about to cry.It's like calling him back.

"Trand..."

Enduring a severe headache, little Egg struggled to wake up.The iron-heavy darkness no longer weighed on him, and the feeling in his limbs returned.

This is where?

It was warm all around, and the light from the fireplace flickered on the ceiling.

Consciousness is gradually restored...

But the scene in front of him made the child horrified—little Egg saw a man licking his chest while trying to cut his clothes with a knife.

"!!!"

Little Egg woke up suddenly, and realized the man's next intention.Nausea rolled up from his stomach, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the liquid was cold.He almost threw up.

"Let go of me—! Bastard, I'll kill you..."

"Ah, you woke up so early?" The man smiled, and easily pressed him on the desk, "I haven't started yet, don't you want to miss the precious moment of losing your virginity, good boy?"

That face, the firelight reflected on the man's face.Ferocious, wretched, full of desire like a dog.

Instructor M. Glynn.

At that moment, fear and sadness rushed into the boy's heart.He believed in this person at first, he regarded this person as a brother, teacher and friend...!But now, the obscene middle-aged man was pressing down on him panting, trying to take off his clothes.

Furious, Little Egg grabbed the man's arm and said in a low voice:

"Miglin Vaughan Archimboldi!"

Seeing the boy growl like a little beast whose fur was blown, Migelin smiled indifferently and said, "Are you sad? Are you angry? Do you think that he is my most trusted teacher... like this? A child is So naive, you think every time you go out for a walk with me, we just talk like friends? No..."

The man grabbed little Egg's neck and licked the boy's face lewdly.

"Every time I see you, I always think about how to violate you... make you cry and beg me. Is it my fault? If you want to blame it, you look exactly like your mother. If I can't get her, I can still have her." you."

"let me go!!!"

"Little friend, you can't struggle as adults. You might as well be good, so as not to get hurt in a while."

Little Egg struggled, but the fever made him weak, and adult men had an overwhelming advantage in strength.Fear and nausea made him almost vomit, and his body was touched, as if he was surrounded by countless dirty shadows.He is a proud boy with excellent swordsmanship and physical fitness, yet he is being manipulated like this at this moment.The boy resisted desperately.

"You are not worthy to be a teacher!!"

But the man was humming a song, and unhurriedly grabbed Egg's neck again, waiting for him to go limp from suffocation.

"You bear it, it's nothing, other boys have experienced this kind of thing. Later we got along very well, they even fell in love with me. Think about it, even if you don't give me the first time, your virgin The body will be taken by other boys here, such as the crown prince, won't you? Be smart, boy."

The air was sucked from the lungs, and little Egg's consciousness and body gradually became trance due to lack of oxygen.He saw a huge black shadow pressing on him, with a malicious smile, and fluffy tentacles stroking him.My lungs hurt so bad I can't breathe.The hot panting of the monster sprayed on his neck, and all the shadows turned into terrifying teeth and mouthparts.

To be torn, to be torn.

During that interval, the boy suddenly and strangely felt that it was nothing more than that.If you die, you will die, but he will never forgive the man who deceived him.

Dark seeds in a bubbling, oily swamp.

"!"

In the confusion, little Egg's fingers seemed to have touched some kind of cold metal.It's the quill on the table.With the last of his strength, the boy grabbed the quill and stabbed it into the man's arm——

"what!"

The man let go of the pain.

In just a split second, little Egg was as fast as a snake. He grabbed the quill and poked at the man's eyeball——

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Blood splattered, the table was overturned, and scattered papers fell slowly.The man howled and fell to his knees, covering his blind left eye.

"..."

Panting for breath, little Egg took the opportunity to escape from the nightmarish room.

The howling died away, and the boy ran, sprinting down the winding staircase of the tower.Behind him is the darkness chasing him with its bloody mouth wide open.

"..."

Little Egg didn't look back all the way until he fled to the familiar hallway of the academy.

It was already very late, the lights were shaking in the wind, and there were only a few boys sitting sparsely in the corridor.They were joking, when they looked up, they suddenly saw little Egg.

I saw the beautiful boy standing there expressionless, with blood on his body and torn clothes.

"Ah! Gorgon, you... what's wrong with you?!"

The boys went crazy with fright and ran to find their teacher.

"..."

Seeing his companion, little Egg knew that he was safe for the time being.The high fever still made his feet weak, and when he thought of what almost happened just now, his stomach felt like vomiting again.Tears gradually came to my eyes.

But he held back.

Like surviving a battle against a dragon, Egg Jr. strives to maintain his knightly dignity.

"good evening."

Little Egg nodded to the boys and walked nonchalantly to his room.

Finally went back to the room.

Little Egg opened the door calmly, said good night to his caring companions, and then closed the door softly and politely.

There were noisy footsteps and shouts outside the door, probably the teachers came after hearing the news.

"Ah, Egg Swards Gorgon, what's wrong with you? Open the door, are you hurt?"

A quick knock on the door.

"..."

Little Egg ignored it.

He opened it to salute, and took out the puppet of the little lion that he had quietly brought. Regardless of the blood stains on the tattered and dirty clothes, he immediately climbed into the bed and covered his head with a blanket.

"Egg, Egg, open the door, teachers, check to see if you're injured!"

"Don't be afraid, child, come out."

"Open the door!"

The sound of knocking on the door, the sound of footsteps coming and going, the sound of keys shaking off, and the sound of metal.The door was banged.The adults called anxiously.

"..."

Little Egg hugged the little lion puppet tightly, hid in the quilt, and cried in a low voice.