The Beautiful Top Being Pursued Relentlessly [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 73

At this moment, Felixc heng found everyone and everything an eyesore whether they were inside the castle or out.

The “Saint” Oden, who appeared kind and merciful to outsiders, was full of lies. Clad in his voluminous magister’s robes, he led the way like a stumbling cockroach. Most people wouldn’t care to watch a bug crawling across the floor, so Felix cheng quickly shifted his gaze to Jiang Yi, who was hopping along quite vibrantly.

“Everyone” naturally did not include Jiang Yi. He had admitted himself that he was a tin soldier, not a human.

The palm-sized soldier refused to walk in the shadows. He insisted on seeking out the bright, sun-drenched spots, holding his right leg high. These pale rays could hardly be called sunlight anymore; they had been filtered through an invisible net, leaving behind only a faint chill when they hit the skin.

Felix cheng felt a bit cold. He exhaled softly and tugged at his thin clothing.

“My dear Prince, are you cold?” A tiny voice drifted up from below.

Felix cheng looked down. Jiang Yi was using his longsword like a crutch; his head tilted to the left as he leaned against Felix cheng’s calf. He looked up sideways a mischievous, secret smile on his face.

“Don’t lean on me. Just looking at you makes me feel colder,” Felix cheng said. His words were sharp and dismissive, yet he slowed his pace to ensure the little tin soldier, who looked ready to sit on his foot, wouldn’t tumble over.

“It’s a pity my clothes are too small for you to wear, Prince,” Jiang Yi said, tugging at his own stiff, tiny uniform.

“Even if they weren’t, I wouldn’t wear them.”

Jiang Yi strained to look up, blinking several times at Felix cheng. “Prince, I will find you the softest, most comfortable clothes in the world.”

When Felix cheng didn’t immediately offer a trusting response, Jiang Yi took a few quick steps, grabbed the hem of the Prince’s trousers, and hoisted himself up to sit right on the bridge of Felix cheng’s boot.

Feeling the weight on his foot, Felix cheng stopped. He lifted his right leg slightly, weighing the tin soldier who sat there so comfortably. He thought to himself that his suspicions had been right the little guy was getting bold.

Jiang Yi sprawled across Felixchen’s boot, his fingers restlessly tracing the leather of the boot while he looked up with innocent eyes.

“My dearest, dearest Prince. Do you find me heavy?” Jiang Yi asked in a high, feigned voice.

Felix cheng didn’t answer. He looked back up and continued following Saint Oden’s silhouette.

Jiang Yi clung on tighter.

To the noble Duke or rather, the Prince—he could feel the tugging on his trouser leg. He was the tin soldier’s only support. Felix cheng  mischievously took a large stride forward, grinning when he heard Jiang Yi let out a tiny yelp.

“Prince!”

Jiang Yi’s voice was soft and clingy, his cheek pressed tight against the boot. “You’re going to shake me right off! Please, have mercy!”

“Climb up yourself,” came the brief command, echoing in Jiang Yi’s ears.

“May I?”

The Prince didn’t reply, but his silence was a tacit permission.

Jiang Yi let go of the trousers and tried to stand straight. Balancing on one leg was hard enough, and lying down for so long had made his body stiff. But the strength of a brave tin soldier went beyond this; he had potential yet to be tapped.

He wanted to climb closer to the Prince, to stand on his shoulder. That way, he could see every expression the Prince made just by turning his head.

And so, he climbed steadily and quickly.

Felix cheng’s pace slowed again. The soldier’s hard hands gripped his way up; the slightly rough fabric of the uniform pressed into his skin, making its presence known. It was a bit itchy, a bit cool.

A strange, indescribable sensation bubbled up. Felix cheng felt a bit awkward, wanting to say something, but then he remembered he was the one who had suggested it. Regardless of the reason, the proud Duke would never utter the word “surrender.”

Felix cheng pursed his lips and picked up the pace.

Jiang Yi didn’t notice. To him, the Prince’s body was like a vast mountain range; once he scaled one peak, an even steeper one lay ahead. He was getting close to the summit.

Jiang Yi leaned down, feeling the path ahead with his chest. His single leg coiled like a spring behind him. With one sudden, powerful kick, he could grab the Prince’s belt. He just needed a little more force.

“That’s enough.”

Felix cheng reached down and scooped Jiang Yi up, his breath hitching slightly. “Where do you want to sit?”

Jiang Yi stared blankly at his face. His wish had been granted just like that?

“On your shoulder. I’m sorry for being rude, but I want to sit on your shoulder, Prince.”

Jiang Yi wasn’t one to be polite when an offer was on the table. He cheered happily, waving his hands as he reached for Felix cheng’s shoulder. Felix cheng hummed in response, moving his palm to his shoulder to let Jiang Yi settle in before walking forward with a steady gait.

“Wow! What a beautiful castle!”

“I don’t see what’s so beautiful about it,” Felix cheng remarked.

Jiang Yi rested his chin on his hands; his sparkling eyes fixed on Felix cheng’s profile. “But sitting on your shoulder, everything looks beautiful to me.”

Jiang Yi spoke with blunt honesty. He had discovered a secret that only he knew: the Prince’s earlobes were bright red, like ripe cherries.

Facing Oden, who had appeared out of nowhere from six years in the future, Felix cheng remained cautious especially since Oden spoke of Gnas with such familiarity.

The clever Duke had intended to fish for information about what happened during those six years, but Oden brought it up himself.

“Duke Felix cheng, everyone at the manor has missed you dearly these past six years. Master Gnas goes to the church every day to pray for you.”

Saint Oden seemed to be talking to himself, not expecting a response. “You wouldn’t believe it, but Master Gnas has become a formidable scholar.”

Felix cheng remained silent. To be honest, he didn’t care about Gnas. He only cared about those six years.

Oden’s tone was sincere; he wasn’t lying. So, six years truly had passed outside the castle, yet he had only stayed inside for a single night.

During those six years, the greedy Pope had drowned in the Wishing Well out of sheer desire for its water. Oden had become the next Pope, but before taking office, he had to travel for experience. During his journey, he was known as the “Saint” the messenger who spreads holy light.

Ashliya Castle was Oden’s final stop. Unfortunately, he had failed his divine mission and became trapped here. When he first arrived, he stayed as the Princess’s tutor. With his experience, he was undoubtedly an excellent and patient teacher.

When speaking of these things, Oden wore a warm, bright smile as if he were back in that time. But he refused to speak of what happened afterward.

On the grass, Oden who was gradually regaining his strength sighed again. His body had grown larger, now reaching as high as Felix cheng’s calf.

He turned around. “Duke, if I may ask, why did you come to Ashliya Castle?”

“To seek shelter for the night,” Felix cheng said.

“You shouldn’t have come.”

Felix cheng frowned. He couldn’t quite read the expression on Oden’s face—it was a mix of mercy, regret, self-reproach, and guilt, with a trace of hidden worry. When divine mercy and human desire appear on one face, only struggle remains.

Felix cheng felt like he didn’t know this person anymore. In his memory, Oden was a lively child, not this somber, heavy-hearted man.

“This is an evil place. The castle is like a giant ranch, but the Queen doesn’t raise livestock she raises humans.”

Oden’s words were vague, but he subconsciously added the words, “The Princess.”

Felix cheng caught the hint instantly. “What about the Princess?”

“The Princess is not a good person,” Oden said quickly, his breath shallow. “If you want to leave the castle, you must get the Queen’s necklace. The key to the castle gates is hidden there.”

Having found the answer he needed, Felix cheng patted Jiang Yi on the shoulder. “We’re going to get it now.”

Jiang Yi had been lost in the story. Startled by Felix cheng’s sudden resolve, he reached out to touch the prince’s ear. “Prince, I think we need to be better prepared.”

“What kind of preparation?” Felix cheng asked.

“The Queen knows witchcraft.” Jiang Yi patted his sides but couldn’t find his sword, his shoulders slumping. “We need powerful weapons.”

“No need.”

“Why?”

Felix cheng closed his eyes and whispered a Thorne-style incantation:  Chen-la-Chen, Heart’s Desire: Fire.

The spell worked. A small flame flickered at Felix cheng’s fingertip. He showed the flame to Jiang Yi and said calmly, “I know magic, too.”

“Oh my goodness!” Jiang Yi hopped up on his single leg. “Prince, you truly are the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”

Felix cheng closed his fist, easily extinguishing the flame. “It’s nothing difficult.”

“Where did you learn magic?” Jiang Yi asked.

“From a magic book I read a long time ago. I’ve had some sudden insights lately, so I learned it.”

Jiang Yi’s mouth hung open in admiration. “That must be because of your great wisdom, Prince.”

The Duke did not deny this; he was indeed a man of great wisdom.

“What kind of magic book was it?” Jiang Yi held out his hands. “I want to see it too.”

“It’s in the study back at the manor. The author was someone named Deville Yu, who claimed to be the greatest elf in the world,” Felix cheng replied.

“Wow”

“I always thought the name Deville Yu was strange, so I didn’t want to study it at first.”

“Strange?”

“Yes, and the incantations are strange, too.”

Jiang Yi suddenly cleared his throat. “Kind Prince, what is the incantation? What if I am also a very wise tin soldier?”

Felix cheng didn’t want to answer. He absolutely would not allow anyone to know he had recited such a childish spell.

“Prince” Jiang Yi leaned against his ear, acting spoiled and rubbing his cheek against him.

Felix cheng took several large steps forward to ensure they were far away from Oden before saying reluctantly: “The book says: Yu-la-Yu, Heart’s Desire”

Jiang Yi hopped excitedly and shouted the spell: “Yu-la-Yu, Heart’s Desire!”

Nothing happened.

Felix cheng looked at his dejected face and laughed. “As I thought, you don’t have much wisdom.”

“Huh?” Jiang Yi patted his “unwise” self.

“Everyone’s incantation is different. Also, you didn’t say what you wanted to happen.”

“Oh, so that’s how it works! Prince, you are so wise!” Jiang Yi praised him endlessly. He cleared his throat again and whispered, “Yi-la-Yi, Heart’s Desire: I want the Prince to kiss me.”

Please work, please work, please work.

Felix cheng turned his head. Feeling the Prince’s breath approaching his head, Jiang Yi closed his eyes nervously.

Soon, Felix cheng’s warm lips pressed lightly and softly against his cheek. The world seemed to stop; only that incredible, lingering softness remained, vivid and real.

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