Romantic Fantasy
Sheet 2: A Little Story in Daffodil

Frost took down Zinn. The man crouched down, inspecting the bodies of the corpses lying on the red ground. It's still very new, Frost thought. What the hell's going on here?

Zinn himself ran to the side, spewing out his entire entrails under the tree. What have I seen? ask Zinn in the heart.

"Are you okay?" ask Frost. Frost was a little worried about Zinn's state. "If you're not okay, we'd better go back to Castleton."

"I'm.. is fine..," replied Zinn stammered. "Just a little unaccustomed to seeing corpses. You know. a little trauma."

Frost gave Zinn a black handkerchief. "Clean yourself. Don't look if you can't," he said.

Zinn received the handkerchief and blushed in embarrassment. "You can also turn to attention."

Frost ignored Zinn's words. He went back to investigate what had really happened in that place.

Seeing the way they died was strange. Their heads were like they were torn apart by claws, Inner Frost.

Frost turned over the body of one of the corpses and found a claw scar on his fledgling back. The blood did not stop flowing. Frost clucked in annoyance. Actually how many things have I missed because always fighting and not taking care of the country? It was fortunate that this one Ganache brought me here. It's gonna be very interesting.

Zinn could see Frost smiling coldly. The young lady knew that Frost was happy about something. Half a year along with Frost, Zinn could read the man's habits easily. Frost was also not the type of person to hide something in the heart.

"Your Majesty, you are very disrespectful towards the people who died," Zinn said, touching Frost's forehead. "I know that you're happy because there's finally something you can do other than fight, but you can't carelessly make trouble."

Frost glanced coldly at Zinn. "Can you not do something I don't like?" tanyakanya.

Zinn shook his head. His face looked gloomy. Zinn walked straight through the pile of corpses and stopped right in front of a large wooden house. Zinn circled the house as if he were performing a ritual.

Frost who saw the strangeness of Zinn immediately approached the woman, patted her slowly on the shoulder and resuscitated her.

Zinn regained his senses and exhaled a long breath. "Don't ask anything, Your Majesty," he said as if he knew that Frost would ask. "I'm interested in this house. There's something in here."

Frost looked at the wooden house, emitting a strange aura that made him feel displeased. Frost did not like the aura. He broke down the door of the wooden house, looking inside. There is nothing strange, just like a commoner's house.

Zinn flicked Frost's forehead, again. The young lady felt that the owner of the golden eye bead was outrageous and disrespectful. Zinn looked inside the house and said, "There are stairs. Maybe what caught our attention was upstairs."

Frost was not very fond of Zinn's habit of flicking his forehead, but somehow he couldn't make a fuss about it, as if something was holding him back from hurting Zinn's heart.

Zinn set foot on the floor of the wooden house, suddenly there was a deafening roar. Zinn looked back. "Be careful!" he yelled as he pulled Frost into the house. Zinn instantly closed the door of the wooden house.

Zinn let out a heavy sigh. What was that? ask her inwardly while looking towards the closed wooden door. Frost was a little shocked by Zinn's treatment.

"Do you want to go take your life? It was not a creature that could be killed!" exciting Zinn. I don't know why he was angry. Maybe Zinn was worried in case Frost got hurt.

What makes you mad, Zinnia Pramidita Ganache? If this stupid human is going to take his life, it has nothing to do with you, right? inner Zinn. His face was very sour, it seemed to beat the ceper fruit. Zinn walked over quickly, trying to avoid Frost.

“Where do you want to go? Are you going to betray me like everyone else did?” ask Frost. No response from Zinn. “Have you now shown your true attitude to me?”

Zinn had not betrayed Frost, only he somehow felt that he had been exposed to Love Magic. What's wrong with me? ask Zinn. Zinn felt uncomfortable in his chest.

“Oi!” exclaim Frost, hold Zinn. “Jawab me!”

Zinn threw his gaze the other way, his face blushing. Frost could see clearly that Zinn's cheeks and ears were reddened, as if he knew why Zinn was avoiding him.

Frost drew his face closer to Zinn's face.the woman closed her eyes tightly, but did not shy away from him. Frost gave a kiss on Zinn's forehead. “Do you like me?” ask Frost straight to the point.

Zinn was startled and immediately pushed Frost. Zinn turned his back, but Frost could see clearly that his ears were turning red. Frost hugged Zinn from behind.

“My answer, Ganache. Do you like me?” tempt Frost, whispering right in Zinn's ear in a low tone, made the owner of the pink bead feel helpless.

The roar from outside the wooden house interfered with Frost and Zinn's dating. Frost can only cluck upset because his romantic moments are disturbed by creatures that he himself does not know what it is.

“I will wait for you to answer, Ganache. Before that, I wonder what you've seen behind that door,” Frost said. He turned around and was intending to challenge the creature that made him curious.

Zinn held Frost back from coming out of the log house. “Don't get out of here. That creature is not a creature that can be killed,” he said. Zinn's face looked very worried.

“Why? Is he a sent creature from Hell?” Frost joked to melt the awkward atmosphere between himself and Zinn. But it can be seen that Zinn's face is increasingly pale. It seems like Frost's guess is correct.

“Indeed is a creature sent from Hell,” replied Zinn. “Above it looks like something used to call him.”

“Then, this will be very interesting!” exclaimed Frost, looking impatiently at the closed door. For the past half year with Frost, only this time did Zinn see the man's eyes twinkle.

Zinn couldn't bear to keep Frost from getting out of the log house. “Alright, you can get out of here. But, you have to take care of your own safety.”

Frost grinned coldly. “You forgot what my nickname is, Little Girl? If he is a creature from Hell, then I am the Ruler of Hell itself.”

Zinn could feel an extremely powerful killing aura from Frost. He retreated slowly in anticipation of something unexpected happening.

"Just calm down, little girl. I told you I wouldn't kill you. But, you have to answer me when all this trouble is over. You have to answer."