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King Camos, who had found a cute little brother, easily resolved the protests of his subordinates. He nodded to Ziemuer and the others and said, “I will leave the rest to you.”
After finishing, he turned around, put his arms around the little brother who was sitting on his shoulders, and happily walked outside.
“Come, come, come~~Brother King will take you to eat delicious food~”
The mouth of the child sitting on his shoulder twitched at the corner.
Brother King, do you only know how to say this?
Is there anything else to say except, ‘Let uncle take you to eat a lollipop’?
He had guessed right. King Camos really knew no other tricks.
It was the first time for him to coax a child. When he secretly coaxed a small animal, he had only tried with food… Although he had never once succeeded. Even if he had food in his hand to lure, those little things would run away when they saw him. If they couldn’t run away, the little animals would shiver when he approached, looking terrified. Their pitiful little appearances made Camos feel a great sense of guilt, and he had to give up in the end.
It’s okay.
If you don’t like me then don’t like me.
Anyway, those little things are not as cute as my little brother~~~
King Camos, who had already begun to have a brother complex, thought with joy as he brought out his own beautifying filter. Then, he felt a sudden pain on his head.
“Wait, wait a minute!”
Seeing that King Camos had forcefully resolved the opposition, Garlan exclaimed as he gritted his teeth and tried to put up a last fight.
He sat on Camos’s shoulder, and while shouting, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a strand of Camos’ brown hair, and pulled it hard.
That kind of disrespectful act was unruly and rather rebellious. It made the hearts of the people who were looking suddenly twitch, and they almost didn’t breathe.
Camos, the King of Aaron Landis.
In the eyes of the people of Aaron Landis, he was a god-like existence, and he was to be worshipped.
Don’t mention anything else, even if you kneel at his feet and kiss his toes, it was considered a supreme glory.
Now, not only did the child sit on the King’s shoulders, but he dared to pull the hair on King Camos’ noble head?!
The Gods of Aaron Landis ah…
Some people couldn’t help but want to jump out and sternly scold the disrespectful child…
“Huh? What’s the matter?”
Camos, whose hair was pulled hard by Garlan, turned his head and asked with a smile.
There was no trace of anger at all in those eyes and movements, and he obviously didn’t care about it. On the contrary, he seemed very happy because Garlan took the initiative to speak to him.
The few people who wanted to run in and reprimand. “…”
They lowered their feet in silence.
Forget it. As long as the King was happy.
Everyone looked at this scene in silence.
They suddenly remembered the fact that King Camos would often roughly grab the mane of their holy beast lion and frighten them.
But now, their Majesty was dragged by the little brother he had chosen, and they continued to watch with horror.
…How similar was this scene…
Should they say that it was indeed the King’s Brother chosen by the Majesty who played his cards in an unreasonable way? Although the appearance was very different, in one respect, there was a kind of mysterious similarity to his Majesty.
The crowd looking at them were aghast, their mood continually going up and down, but Camos didn’t think much.
Anyway, he was thick-skinned, and it didn’t hurt to be dragged by his own little brother. He even felt that this was a manifestation of the other party’s intimacy towards him. Therefore, he didn’t care and just grinned at Garlan.
“What happened?”
“I don’t want to eat. I want to watch this! This is much more fun,”
Garlan quickly said while trying to look at King Camos with an expression of expectation.
“Can we stay and watch?”
Although King Camos had suppressed the audience and made a final decision… he would never give up that easily!
He must again pull out the flag that was pressed down by King Camos!
The reason he asked King Camos to stay was because he still had some thoughts and motives in his heart.
As long as King Camos stayed to watch other people’s tests and found someone with a very good aptitude, such as Heimos, maybe the moved King Camos would abandon him and choose that person.
As long as King Camos no longer valued him and he was persuaded by Ziemuer and the others, he might be relieved of being the King’s Brother.
Yes, it has to be like this.
It must be like this.
The abacus in Garlan’s heart was beating loudly.
But it was a pity that the Heavens did not fulfil his wishes.
Not long after, he regretted it.
…
The sun was shining brightly, and the children were sweating like rain drizzling on the training ground.
Under the dazzling sunlight, the black-haired boy stood steadily on the ground, with golden-red pupils staring forward, and a strong bow in his hand that was pulled like a full moon by him.
As soon as he loosened his fingers, a buzzing sound could be heard, and a sharp arrow galloped out and slammed into the centre of the opposite target.
All ten arrows shot hit the bullseye. Heimos calmly put down the longbow in his hand, then raised his head and looked behind him.
Obliquely behind him was the grandstand of this large training ground, with a huge column propped up by the arched roof.
Inside the wide stand, the ground was covered with goose-yellow soft cushions, and a piece of snow-white long cloth was spread on it. Fresh and tender fruit were placed in transparent glass plates, while delicate and fragrant desserts adorned with malachite plates covered the entire white cloth.
The delicate female servants stood beside, holding a thin gold wire fan woven from peacock feathers and gently fanning the two, and the young attendant knelt respectfully on one side holding the jade box containing ice cubes so that his master could use it at any time.
Camos sat cross-legged on the soft cushion, looking like he was in a good mood. He reached out and picked up a cherry. The big and red cherry was just picked up from the ice water, and it was dripping with water. One look and one could tell it was bursting with juice, tender and delicious.
Holding this cold cherry, he smiled and sent it to the child beside him. The little King’s Brother, whom he’d just recognised, was sitting next to him. It was probably too hot at noon and he looked a little lethargic. When he handed the fruit over, the little fluffy head, which had been hanging down without much energy, lifted up, glanced at him with big amber eyes, looked at the big cherry that was handed to him, and pursed his lips.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the child took a bite of the cherry in Camos’ finger, and then took another.
His little pale pink lips moved, moisturised by the juice from the cherry. His chubby cheeks moved because of chewing, and it made one want to poke them.
#This King’s Brother is super adorable~~~#
King Camos, who was immediately satisfied after successfully feeding his little brother, was in a very good mood.
As for the little brats outside who were being exposed to the hot noon sun and sweating like rain, he treated them as nonexistent.
Those little brats had thin arms and legs, and their bows were not stable. They rode horses as if playing house. They were not as good as an ordinary soldier under his command… What was there to see?
Outside, under the scorching sun, the children who desperately wanted to show their skills in front of their hero, gazed at this side eagerly. Despite being dizzy from the sun and their sweat soaking their clothes, the person they longed for didn’t bother to take a look at them.
As a result, the children who were left aside by Camos grumbled towards the hero who had won their favour without much effort. At this moment, he was sitting comfortably on the cool terrace of the courtyard staring at the sweaty little ones.
It was obviously the hottest time of the day, but Garlan clearly felt the chill formed by the gathering of countless grievances, which made him restless.
His Royal Highness, who was envied and hated by the crowd in less than three hours after becoming the King’s Brother, felt he was in no position to argue.
Others were desperately working below, and yet he was comfortably enjoying himself here.
If they were to exchange their positions, he would also be full of resentment.
…Although in actual fact, he didn’t want to sit here at all and neither did he want to be doted on by King Camos.
But probably no one would believe this sentence, and I’m afraid someone would point his nose to scold me for being cheap but acting well-behaved.
Garlan’s thoughts were bitter.
He raised his head and looked in the direction where Heimos was, and it just so happened that the other, who had just finished his archery, also turned his head and looked in his direction.
At that glance, Garlan’s heart thumped. He felt a chill in the back of his neck and quickly looked away.
He thought with a guilty conscience, Heimos should probably also be very upset with him now, right? See, he stared at me just now. He must be very dissatisfied with me. Maybe it was from this time that Heimos started having the intention to kill me?
As Garlan was thinking about it this way, another yellow-orange fruit that had been carefully peeled open was handed to him.
He raised his eyes, glanced at King Camos who was looking at him with a smile and opened his mouth helplessly. Turning his grief and anger into appetite, he gnawed on the big mango in his brother’s hand.
He tried to chew but didn’t notice that the black-haired boy in the distance was still looking at him.
Heimos looked at the child with an innocent look, and then at the appearance of King Camos feeding the child fruit with a smile. Under his sweat-drenched black hair, his golden-red eyes squinted lightly.
As a king, he arbitrarily chose a younger brother who was obviously unsuitable as a successor. No matter how one looked at it, it was wrong.
Moreover, King Camos’s attitude towards the child was too good, so good that it made others feel suspicious.
…
He recognised King Camos’ merits, and did not deny his bravery and strength.
However, did this King have some unknown hobbies?
For example… some kind of disgraceful…
…
Heimos thought deeply, slowly lowering the longbow in his hand.
He raised his head and glanced again, the blond child looked defenceless against King Camos.
Maybe he had thought too much.
The most likely truth was that King Camos didn’t want to choose any brother at all.
The boy was chosen because he was the weakest and could become a good pawn and shield in King Camos’s hand.
Either way, that child is very pitiful.
He thought to himself as he looked at that innocent little face from a distance.
After he succeeded in surpassing the others and becoming the King’s Brother, if he could protect him, he would protect the child even for a little bit.
…
Just when Garlan was being fed a bunch of fruit by King Camos and his belly was bulging, Ziemuer came.
The priest of the sun god, Shamash, could be neat and tidy even under the hot sun. There was no sweat on his forehead, and he stood calmly in the hot sun, as if he couldn’t feel the heat at all.
He walked up to the stand towards the edge of the cushion, stopped, and bent over, lowering his head slightly. He held a piece of parchment in both hands and presented it to King Camos.
King Camos, who was sitting lazily on the cushion, stretched out his hand and casually took the parchment paper.
Garlan rubbed his swollen belly, leaned over, grabbed King Camos’s sturdy arm, and his little head squeezed over and looked at it together with Camos.
King Camos indulged him, grinned, and didn’t care. But Ziemuer, who was standing to the side, frowned.
This prince’s etiquette would have to be well trained in the future.
Ziemuer thought so in his heart, and then reported, “These four are the most outstanding,” He said, “They have their own strengths in all aspects such as knowledge, riding, bow and arrow, martial arts, and judgment. So, please make the final decision.”
Garlan swept his gaze on the parchment paper and was not surprised to see Heimos’s name in the list. He suddenly had an urge to remove Heimos from King Camos’s favour.
Once and for all.
But after opening his mouth, he didn’t say a word in the end.
King Camos adored him. However, it didn’t mean that he could do whatever he wanted. He was only a seven or eight-year-old kid now. Everyone would only take what he said as a joke, and not at all serious.
Moreover, Garlan had a hunch.
It was destined for Heimos to become the other King’s Brother, and even if he tried to avoid it, it’d eventually be found out by King Camos.
What was doomed by fate could only be changed by someone strong enough to surpass it- just like the future Heimos.
Yet, the current him obviously didn’t have this ability.
King Camos swept his gaze across the parchment paper and indifferently threw it back to Ziemuer.
The Shamash priest, who had long been accustomed to King Camos, took the paper and put it in the hands of his subordinates behind him.
He said, “King Camos, please decide which one of these candidates has the qualifications to become the King’s Brother.”
“So troublesome…”
Sitting cross-legged lazily, with one hand supporting his chin, the young King murmured impatiently.
However, in a blink of an eye, when he saw his little brother next to him tilt his head and look over, he straightened his back immediately, put his hands on his knees, and assumed a tall and mighty sitting posture.
Yes! He must show this little brother his mighty, tall, wise and martial image as the Brother King!
King Camos raised his hand, touched his stubble chin, and made a decision.
“Throw them to the arena.”
He said, simple and clear.
“See who can beat the others to the ground, then bring the guy who is the last one standing to see me.”
Ziemuer, “…”
Garlan, “…”
Simple and crude.
Yes, this was very much Camos’ style.
The author has something to say:
hhhh. Do you just want to save the face and body of King Camos by rejecting the pig-killing knife of Time?
Editor: SleepyMango123
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King Camos, who had found a cute little brother, easily resolved the protests of his subordinates. He nodded to Ziemuer and the others and said, “I will leave the rest to you.”
After finishing, he turned around, put his arms around the little brother who was sitting on his shoulders, and happily walked outside.
“Come, come, come~~Brother King will take you to eat delicious food~”
The mouth of the child sitting on his shoulder twitched at the corner.
Brother King, do you only know how to say this?
Is there anything else to say except, ‘Let uncle take you to eat a lollipop’?
He had guessed right. King Camos really knew no other tricks.
It was the first time for him to coax a child. When he secretly coaxed a small animal, he had only tried with food… Although he had never once succeeded. Even if he had food in his hand to lure, those little things would run away when they saw him. If they couldn’t run away, the little animals would shiver when he approached, looking terrified. Their pitiful little appearances made Camos feel a great sense of guilt, and he had to give up in the end.
It’s okay.
If you don’t like me then don’t like me.
Anyway, those little things are not as cute as my little brother~~~
King Camos, who had already begun to have a brother complex, thought with joy as he brought out his own beautifying filter. Then, he felt a sudden pain on his head.
“Wait, wait a minute!”
Seeing that King Camos had forcefully resolved the opposition, Garlan exclaimed as he gritted his teeth and tried to put up a last fight.
He sat on Camos’s shoulder, and while shouting, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a strand of Camos’ brown hair, and pulled it hard.
That kind of disrespectful act was unruly and rather rebellious. It made the hearts of the people who were looking suddenly twitch, and they almost didn’t breathe.
Camos, the King of Aaron Landis.
In the eyes of the people of Aaron Landis, he was a god-like existence, and he was to be worshipped.
Don’t mention anything else, even if you kneel at his feet and kiss his toes, it was considered a supreme glory.
Now, not only did the child sit on the King’s shoulders, but he dared to pull the hair on King Camos’ noble head?!
The Gods of Aaron Landis ah…
Some people couldn’t help but want to jump out and sternly scold the disrespectful child…
“Huh? What’s the matter?”
Camos, whose hair was pulled hard by Garlan, turned his head and asked with a smile.
There was no trace of anger at all in those eyes and movements, and he obviously didn’t care about it. On the contrary, he seemed very happy because Garlan took the initiative to speak to him.
The few people who wanted to run in and reprimand. “…”
They lowered their feet in silence.
Forget it. As long as the King was happy.
Everyone looked at this scene in silence.
They suddenly remembered the fact that King Camos would often roughly grab the mane of their holy beast lion and frighten them.
But now, their Majesty was dragged by the little brother he had chosen, and they continued to watch with horror.
…How similar was this scene…
Should they say that it was indeed the King’s Brother chosen by the Majesty who played his cards in an unreasonable way? Although the appearance was very different, in one respect, there was a kind of mysterious similarity to his Majesty.
The crowd looking at them were aghast, their mood continually going up and down, but Camos didn’t think much.
Anyway, he was thick-skinned, and it didn’t hurt to be dragged by his own little brother. He even felt that this was a manifestation of the other party’s intimacy towards him. Therefore, he didn’t care and just grinned at Garlan.
“What happened?”
“I don’t want to eat. I want to watch this! This is much more fun,”
Garlan quickly said while trying to look at King Camos with an expression of expectation.
“Can we stay and watch?”
Although King Camos had suppressed the audience and made a final decision… he would never give up that easily!
He must again pull out the flag that was pressed down by King Camos!
The reason he asked King Camos to stay was because he still had some thoughts and motives in his heart.
As long as King Camos stayed to watch other people’s tests and found someone with a very good aptitude, such as Heimos, maybe the moved King Camos would abandon him and choose that person.
As long as King Camos no longer valued him and he was persuaded by Ziemuer and the others, he might be relieved of being the King’s Brother.
Yes, it has to be like this.
It must be like this.
The abacus in Garlan’s heart was beating loudly.
But it was a pity that the Heavens did not fulfil his wishes.
Not long after, he regretted it.
…
The sun was shining brightly, and the children were sweating like rain drizzling on the training ground.
Under the dazzling sunlight, the black-haired boy stood steadily on the ground, with golden-red pupils staring forward, and a strong bow in his hand that was pulled like a full moon by him.
As soon as he loosened his fingers, a buzzing sound could be heard, and a sharp arrow galloped out and slammed into the centre of the opposite target.
All ten arrows shot hit the bullseye. Heimos calmly put down the longbow in his hand, then raised his head and looked behind him.
Obliquely behind him was the grandstand of this large training ground, with a huge column propped up by the arched roof.
Inside the wide stand, the ground was covered with goose-yellow soft cushions, and a piece of snow-white long cloth was spread on it. Fresh and tender fruit were placed in transparent glass plates, while delicate and fragrant desserts adorned with malachite plates covered the entire white cloth.
The delicate female servants stood beside, holding a thin gold wire fan woven from peacock feathers and gently fanning the two, and the young attendant knelt respectfully on one side holding the jade box containing ice cubes so that his master could use it at any time.
Camos sat cross-legged on the soft cushion, looking like he was in a good mood. He reached out and picked up a cherry. The big and red cherry was just picked up from the ice water, and it was dripping with water. One look and one could tell it was bursting with juice, tender and delicious.
Holding this cold cherry, he smiled and sent it to the child beside him. The little King’s Brother, whom he’d just recognised, was sitting next to him. It was probably too hot at noon and he looked a little lethargic. When he handed the fruit over, the little fluffy head, which had been hanging down without much energy, lifted up, glanced at him with big amber eyes, looked at the big cherry that was handed to him, and pursed his lips.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the child took a bite of the cherry in Camos’ finger, and then took another.
His little pale pink lips moved, moisturised by the juice from the cherry. His chubby cheeks moved because of chewing, and it made one want to poke them.
#This King’s Brother is super adorable~~~#
King Camos, who was immediately satisfied after successfully feeding his little brother, was in a very good mood.
As for the little brats outside who were being exposed to the hot noon sun and sweating like rain, he treated them as nonexistent.
Those little brats had thin arms and legs, and their bows were not stable. They rode horses as if playing house. They were not as good as an ordinary soldier under his command… What was there to see?
Outside, under the scorching sun, the children who desperately wanted to show their skills in front of their hero, gazed at this side eagerly. Despite being dizzy from the sun and their sweat soaking their clothes, the person they longed for didn’t bother to take a look at them.
As a result, the children who were left aside by Camos grumbled towards the hero who had won their favour without much effort. At this moment, he was sitting comfortably on the cool terrace of the courtyard staring at the sweaty little ones.
It was obviously the hottest time of the day, but Garlan clearly felt the chill formed by the gathering of countless grievances, which made him restless.
His Royal Highness, who was envied and hated by the crowd in less than three hours after becoming the King’s Brother, felt he was in no position to argue.
Others were desperately working below, and yet he was comfortably enjoying himself here.
If they were to exchange their positions, he would also be full of resentment.
…Although in actual fact, he didn’t want to sit here at all and neither did he want to be doted on by King Camos.
But probably no one would believe this sentence, and I’m afraid someone would point his nose to scold me for being cheap but acting well-behaved.
Garlan’s thoughts were bitter.
He raised his head and looked in the direction where Heimos was, and it just so happened that the other, who had just finished his archery, also turned his head and looked in his direction.
At that glance, Garlan’s heart thumped. He felt a chill in the back of his neck and quickly looked away.
He thought with a guilty conscience, Heimos should probably also be very upset with him now, right? See, he stared at me just now. He must be very dissatisfied with me. Maybe it was from this time that Heimos started having the intention to kill me?
As Garlan was thinking about it this way, another yellow-orange fruit that had been carefully peeled open was handed to him.
He raised his eyes, glanced at King Camos who was looking at him with a smile and opened his mouth helplessly. Turning his grief and anger into appetite, he gnawed on the big mango in his brother’s hand.
He tried to chew but didn’t notice that the black-haired boy in the distance was still looking at him.
Heimos looked at the child with an innocent look, and then at the appearance of King Camos feeding the child fruit with a smile. Under his sweat-drenched black hair, his golden-red eyes squinted lightly.
As a king, he arbitrarily chose a younger brother who was obviously unsuitable as a successor. No matter how one looked at it, it was wrong.
Moreover, King Camos’s attitude towards the child was too good, so good that it made others feel suspicious.
…
He recognised King Camos’ merits, and did not deny his bravery and strength.
However, did this King have some unknown hobbies?
For example… some kind of disgraceful…
…
Heimos thought deeply, slowly lowering the longbow in his hand.
He raised his head and glanced again, the blond child looked defenceless against King Camos.
Maybe he had thought too much.
The most likely truth was that King Camos didn’t want to choose any brother at all.
The boy was chosen because he was the weakest and could become a good pawn and shield in King Camos’s hand.
Either way, that child is very pitiful.
He thought to himself as he looked at that innocent little face from a distance.
After he succeeded in surpassing the others and becoming the King’s Brother, if he could protect him, he would protect the child even for a little bit.
…
Just when Garlan was being fed a bunch of fruit by King Camos and his belly was bulging, Ziemuer came.
The priest of the sun god, Shamash, could be neat and tidy even under the hot sun. There was no sweat on his forehead, and he stood calmly in the hot sun, as if he couldn’t feel the heat at all.
He walked up to the stand towards the edge of the cushion, stopped, and bent over, lowering his head slightly. He held a piece of parchment in both hands and presented it to King Camos.
King Camos, who was sitting lazily on the cushion, stretched out his hand and casually took the parchment paper.
Garlan rubbed his swollen belly, leaned over, grabbed King Camos’s sturdy arm, and his little head squeezed over and looked at it together with Camos.
King Camos indulged him, grinned, and didn’t care. But Ziemuer, who was standing to the side, frowned.
This prince’s etiquette would have to be well trained in the future.
Ziemuer thought so in his heart, and then reported, “These four are the most outstanding,” He said, “They have their own strengths in all aspects such as knowledge, riding, bow and arrow, martial arts, and judgment. So, please make the final decision.”
Garlan swept his gaze on the parchment paper and was not surprised to see Heimos’s name in the list. He suddenly had an urge to remove Heimos from King Camos’s favour.
Once and for all.
But after opening his mouth, he didn’t say a word in the end.
King Camos adored him. However, it didn’t mean that he could do whatever he wanted. He was only a seven or eight-year-old kid now. Everyone would only take what he said as a joke, and not at all serious.
Moreover, Garlan had a hunch.
It was destined for Heimos to become the other King’s Brother, and even if he tried to avoid it, it’d eventually be found out by King Camos.
What was doomed by fate could only be changed by someone strong enough to surpass it- just like the future Heimos.
Yet, the current him obviously didn’t have this ability.
King Camos swept his gaze across the parchment paper and indifferently threw it back to Ziemuer.
The Shamash priest, who had long been accustomed to King Camos, took the paper and put it in the hands of his subordinates behind him.
He said, “King Camos, please decide which one of these candidates has the qualifications to become the King’s Brother.”
“So troublesome…”
Sitting cross-legged lazily, with one hand supporting his chin, the young King murmured impatiently.
However, in a blink of an eye, when he saw his little brother next to him tilt his head and look over, he straightened his back immediately, put his hands on his knees, and assumed a tall and mighty sitting posture.
Yes! He must show this little brother his mighty, tall, wise and martial image as the Brother King!
King Camos raised his hand, touched his stubble chin, and made a decision.
“Throw them to the arena.”
He said, simple and clear.
“See who can beat the others to the ground, then bring the guy who is the last one standing to see me.”
Ziemuer, “…”
Garlan, “…”
Simple and crude.
Yes, this was very much Camos’ style.
The author has something to say:
hhhh. Do you just want to save the face and body of King Camos by rejecting the pig-killing knife of Time?
