Chapter 203 The Villain Lady Arrives 31
At this moment, Alice stepped forward. She quickly chanted a spell, and a shield appeared in front of the Third Prince, blocking all the hidden weapons. She looked at the Third Prince firmly, as if to say, "As long as I am here, you will be fine."
The third prince looked at Alice, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He understood that Alice was not only a brave girl, but also a trustworthy partner. He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and launched a fierce attack on the goblin warrior again.
After a fierce battle, the goblin warrior finally fell under the sword of the third prince. As it fell, the rest of the goblins also lost their fighting spirit and fled in all directions. The camp once again returned to peace, but the air was still filled with tension and fatigue.
"We won!" The knights cheered. Alice, Tariq and Luna also smiled with relief. The victory in this battle was hard-won.
The third prince walked up to Alice and looked into her eyes seriously. "Alice, your performance today impressed me. You are not only brave but also smart. More importantly, you are willing to give everything for your friends and companions."
Alice smiled slightly and lowered her head a little embarrassedly: "I just did what I should do."
Tariq stood aside and watched this scene with mixed feelings.
"Okay, everyone is tired, let's go to bed early." The third prince broke the silence.
Under the moonlight, Tariq stood alone in a corner of the camp, looking at the backs of Alice and the third prince walking side by side. Their laughter drifted gently in the night breeze, like a sharp blade, cutting his inner peace.
His eyes were complex, showing his deep concern for Alice, as well as his unspoken hostility and frustration towards the Third Prince. Tariq pursed his lips tightly, trying not to show his emotions, but the bitterness in his heart surged like a tide, difficult to contain.
He slowly lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on his clenched fists. The veins on his hands were exposed, as if even this simple action was telling of his inner struggle and unwillingness.
Everything around him had returned to calm, with only the occasional chirping of insects in the distance breaking the silence of the night. Tariq took a deep breath, trying to calm his troubled mind, but every breath seemed to remind him that the unspeakable emotion was quietly spreading in his heart.
As time went by, the crowd gradually dispersed, and everyone returned to their tents, ready to greet the new day. Alice and the third prince finally stopped in front of the tent, and their conversation was soft but clearly audible.
Tariq stood not far away, his eyes fixed on them. The bitterness in his heart seemed to be infinitely magnified, making it almost unbearable for him.
"Alice, thank you so much today." The third prince's voice was gentle and sincere. He patted Alice's shoulder gently, with gratitude flashing in his eyes.
Alice smiled, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, able to dispel all the haze. "We are friends, so it's only right for us to help each other." Her voice was soft, but full of power.
"Yes, we are friends." The third prince repeated this sentence, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes. He nodded gently, said good night to Alice, and turned to walk towards his tent.
Tariq looked at the third prince's receding back, feeling even more upset. He resisted the urge to disturb him, but just stood there quietly until the third prince completely disappeared from his sight.
Then, he slowly turned around, his eyes fell on Alice again, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.
Alice seemed to feel Tariq's gaze, and she looked up at Tariq with a hint of concern in her eyes. "Tariq, you should also go to bed early, as we will continue our exploration tomorrow." Her voice was full of tenderness and encouragement.
Tariq forced a smile and nodded. "Well, you too, good night." His words were brief and powerful, but the bitterness in his heart surged like a tide.
After saying that, Tariq turned and walked towards his tent, each step seemed particularly heavy. Back in the tent, he lay on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep.
The moonlight shone through the cracks in the tent onto his face, revealing his furrowed brows and tired look. His mind kept replaying the scenes of tonight, Alice's smile, the Third Prince's tenderness, and the bitterness and unwillingness in his heart, interweaving into a complex picture that made him unable to fall asleep.
The night passes quietly in endless thoughts.
When the first rays of morning light penetrated the clouds and spread across the earth, Tariq was still lying on the bed, staring blankly at the top of the tent. His face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he had not slept all night.
At this moment, Alice's voice came from outside the tent. "Tariq, are you awake? It's time to get up." Her voice was full of concern and vitality, which formed a sharp contrast with Tariq's decadence at the moment.
Hearing this, Tariq managed to stand up and walked out of the tent. The morning sun shone on his face, bringing a little warmth, but it couldn't dispel the haze in his heart. He saw Alice standing not far away, holding breakfast in her hands, with a warm smile on her face.
"Tariq, you look very tired. Did you not sleep well last night?" Alice asked with concern, handing him the breakfast in her hand.
Tariq took the breakfast and forced a smile. "Yeah, I have a little insomnia. But it doesn't matter, I just need to eat something." His words revealed a trace of fatigue and helplessness.
Seeing this, Alice became even more worried. "Is it because of the battle last night? Don't worry too much, we will all face it together." Her words were full of encouragement and comfort.
Tariq shook his head and said nothing more. He knew in his heart that his troubles were not only because of the battle last night, but more because of the unspeakable emotions. He looked at Alice with gratitude, and a warm current surged in his heart. At least at this time, there were still people who were willing to care about him and understand him.
However, this warmth did not last long. The third prince came over at some point and saw Tariq and Alice standing together, frowning slightly. "Alice, what are you talking about?" There was a hint of displeasure and curiosity in his voice.
Alice quickly turned around and looked at the third prince. "Oh, I'm concerned about Tariq. He looked very tired last night." Her tone was full of sincerity and concern.
Upon hearing this, the Third Prince's gaze stayed on Tariq for a moment, and then he said lightly: "Tariq, you should also pay attention to rest. We still have a long journey ahead, and we need to maintain sufficient physical strength." Although there was concern in his words, it was more of an order and reminder.
Tariq nodded and said nothing more. He knew that although the Third Prince's words were well-intentioned, his condescending attitude made him feel particularly uncomfortable. He turned to look at Alice, but found that she had already started chatting with the Third Prince, and seemed to have completely forgotten his existence.
At that moment, Tariq felt an indescribable sense of loss and sorrow. He quietly stepped aside, watching Alice and the third prince talking happily, with mixed feelings in his heart. He understood that the distance between him and Alice seemed to be getting farther and farther.