Editor: SleepyMango123
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The magnificent palace stood between heaven and earth. The dome of the palace, like a mountain peak, rose straight into the sky, shining with golden light in the sun.
In front of the palace hall, there was a magnificent square that was so large, it was impossible to see the end.
A wide avenue1 spread out in the middle of the magnificent square, and at the end was a towering platform on which stood a huge golden throne.
In the early morning, the bright sun shone down on earth.
The rumbling sound vibrated on the ground, and a giant chariot slowly drove towards the avenue.
It was an enormous fiery red chariot, and even the rolling wheels were dyed crimson. From a distance, it looked like there was a cluster of burning red flames coming from the light.
Eight majestic steeds were divided into two teams. Pulling the fiery red chariot, one side had horses that were as white as snow, and the other as dark as night. Two majestic warriors held a whip in one hand and the golden rein in the other, respectively driving the two horses.
On the chariot of flames, the tall and robust King Aaron Landis sat boldly, his lion-like golden brown hair shining in the sun.
On both sides of the wide avenue, soldiers in silver and black armour were lined up, holding long silver guns, standing tall and solemn.
That majestic aura that came from the army was overwhelming, oppressing the air between the sky and the earth, silencing it.
When the blazing chariot slowly approached-
“Pay tribute!!!”
Accompanied by a roar that resounded throughout the area and broke the ground, a thunderous sound set off.
The soldiers, standing still like stone sculptures, raised their silver spears abruptly to declare their loyalty to the King. The spearheads shone in the sun with a dazzling cold light. There was a vague smell of blood coming from them, revealing a suffocating aura.
A loud bang sounded when all silver guns slammed on the ground at almost the same second.
The earth seemed to tremble with this resounding noise.
The soldiers in black armor leaned over, holding their silver spears, and knelt on one knee to greet their King.
King Camos.
King of Aaron Landis.
Their God.
They would not hesitate to dedicate their bodies and even their souls to their Master!
…
The priests and ministers had long been accustomed to this magnificent and exciting scene.
While the teenagers who saw this grandiose display for the first time were all overwhelmed by this terrifying aura, almost feeling suffocated. Although they had the blood of the royal family, they were distant from the royal family. Their fathers were at best the lord of a city or a general of the army. How could they have ever seen such a scene before?
This time, King Camos allowed them to return to their hometown after participating in the ceremony.
These royal teenagers were still thinking that with such insight, they could go back and brag, so they were all very happy. But at this moment, while following behind the ministers, their expressions were not much better.
The terrible aura had completely overwhelmed them, leaving an indelible impression in their hearts. Even after they returned to their homes, after they grew up, or even after inheriting the position from their parents, they would always remember this scene. The fear and respect for King Camos.
At the end of the avenue, the blazing chariot stopped, and the owner jumped down from the high chariot. Behind him, his fiery red cloak flew in the air.
Then King Camos turned around and reached out to carry the other person in the chariot.
“Can you walk by yourself?”
He asked Garlan seriously.
At this kind of scene, even an adult would be overwhelmed by this terrifying aura when he participated for the first time, a feeling so great that it would bind his hands and feet, unable to do anything. Let alone an adult, how would a seven or eight-year-old child feel?
Almost all the soldiers fought together with him on the bloody battlefield back then. The stifling energy emanating from them was enough to make most people feel terrified, unable to help their hands and feet from becoming limp.
Therefore, at that moment, Camos carefully observed Garlan’s expression.
In his opinion, Garlan was only a seven or eight-year-old child. In the beginning, at the first roar of the cracked stone, that he had not been scared to tears was already considered quite courageous.
However, after passing the terrifying guards on both sides, he was afraid that Garlan was now petrified.
It was just that Garlan didn’t expect it. The boy who was asked by him was taken aback. He looked up at him with confusion in his eyes, and his expression was bewildered, as if he didn’t understand why Camos asked this question.
In the next second, the child suddenly seemed to realise something.
Garlan took a step back abruptly, revealing an expression that looked like he was seeing an enemy.
“Don’t want you to carry me!” He looked at King Camos with a wary face.
If he had to be picked up on such an occasion… Wouldn’t he be losing face?!2
Camos, “…”
It had always been him that choked others out of speech3 by playing cards without reason, but he did not expect that one day, he would be choked out by a child.
He watched young Garlan staring at him warily, with an expression of “You are not allowed to pick me up”, and finally couldn’t help laughing out loud.
In the quiet square, under the towering platform, King Camos’ vigorous laughter echoed under the sky.
He laughed and said, “Okay, I won’t carry you.”
He smiled and continued, “Walk by yourself and follow me!”
When King Camos turned around, the fiery crimson cloak flew high behind him once again. As he stepped forward, his brown-black boots stepped on the smooth steps made of topaz and strode up.
Because Camos suddenly laughed, Garlan was inexplicably stunned. Seeing Camos had already climbed up a dozen steps, he quickly used his short legs and ran after him.
Under the dazzling sunlight, the tall King Camos sat on the golden throne, condescendingly looking down on the human beings below him.
On the back of the throne, a square stone wall was erected with a protruding carved lion head. The brown stone statue looked life-like, similar to a real lion roaring with its mouth wide open, showing its power.4
Garlan, who followed, stood by and looked to his back.
Behind the high platform, there were thirteen giant statues with a height of more than ten meters standing on the ground. They were the statues of the Gods of Aaron Landis.
They circled behind the throne high platform in a fan shape, and all the statues had their heads bowed slightly, looking at the central throne—symbolising the Gods guarding the King of Aaron Landis.
Sitting on the high golden throne, King Camos looked down at his subjects. At this moment, his eyes were deep and far away.
He saw the people looking up at him from below. All the people, including those young teenagers with blood from the royal family, raised their heads and looked at him with incomparable awe, just like looking at the Gods.
The huge statues of the Gods were just behind King Camos, surrounding him. It was as if with the help of his gaze, all human beings felt they were crawling under his feet.
Looking at the people who saw them as the supreme Gods, King Camos tilted his head slightly, glancing at the child standing next to him from the corner of his eye.
The very young child stood quietly, looking down at the people below with his big eyes. The golden throne was beside him, but he didn’t seem to have any interest in looking at the throne and even had one of his small hands randomly placed on the armrest on the side of the throne.
Obviously to Garlan, this throne was just a chair.
A chair that allowed one to sit, hold, and to relaxingly hang his hands at ease.5
Camos raised his eyebrows and smiled without a trace.
The so-called throne was to be sat by the King.
No one would be in awe of something sitting under his ass.
Although these words passing through Camos’ heart were vulgar, they were indeed his beliefs and guidelines as a King.
Those who knelt on the ground and worshipped the Gods would never be able to become Gods.
Similarly, those young people who were leaning under the throne with fear and respect, looking up at him in awe, would never become true Kings.
His gaze swept from below again, and then he saw a special gaze.
They were different from the eyes of everyone looking up at the throne in awe, and the plain eyes of Garlan who regarded the throne as an ordinary seat. The black-haired boy looked at him and at the same time looked at the throne under him, with desire and a deep ambition for control.
Camos was not surprised.
To be honest, if it weren’t for the black-haired boy having such a look, even if he had become the final winner, he would have easily driven the boy back with a word.
Only with those kind of eyes could he be qualified to be by his side.
Even if Camos didn’t like that look, he admitted that that young man was also qualified to be a King.
…
Yes… So, what is that boy’s name?
The King of Aaron Landis sat on the throne and thought for three seconds, and then gave up thinking about the question that he certainly had no answer for.
Qualification, who cares about qualification.
No one stipulated that I shouldn’t be biased based on my preferences.
Camos thought as he looked away from the boy.
However, he didn’t notice that when he looked away, the boy’s gaze shifted slightly from his body and throne and fell on Garlan who was beside him.
It was just a moment, like a floating light passing by.
Heimos, who glanced at the child, withdrew his gaze and his slender eyelashes fell down, casting a hazy shadow in his eyes.
No one noticed it, perhaps even himself.
In the moment of the glimpse, there was a little unattainable longing hidden in the depths.
…
This was the ceremony held by Aaron Landis in accordance with the custom. It was held once a year on the brightest day of summer.
This was a ritual to offer sacrifices to the Gods of Aaron Landis and to declare to the people of Aaron Landis their King’s majesty and inviolability.
At the same time, it was also an important occasion for proclaiming major events in the country.
The ceremony held this year was called the “Year of the Gods” by Aaron Landis, and had an extremely special significance.
In such an important ceremony, King Camos took a child to the high platform that symbolised the King’s power and let him stand beside the throne.
Everyone knew what that meant.
…
…
Night came and it was time to rest. But due to the sudden flood in the city, King Camos and his subordinate, Ziemuer had no plans to sleep.
The child who had been sitting by his side obediently listening to them couldn’t hold it in anymore and yawned several times with his mouth open.
Camos noticed and ordered the maids to lead Garlan to rest first. Garlan’s residence was arranged at the side hall next to his bedroom, and could be reached within ten minutes of walking out.
The child who was rubbing his eyes sleepily got up and was led out by a female guard.
Walking halfway through, Garlan suddenly remembered something, turned, and walked back.
Camos, who noticed Garlan’s sudden return, turned his gaze, and wanted to ask the child what was wrong. However, before he could utter a word, the child had already spoken first.
“Good night, Brother King.”
For Garlan, who had been reborn several times, this was not the first time he called such words out, so he said them habitually and very naturally.
Because he was still a child and his voice hadn’t changed yet, it was soft and gentle. The words, ‘Brother King’ that was called out, were soft and cute, sweet and heart-warming.
King Camos, who was caught off guard, was shocked by the ‘Brother King’ he heard for the first time and was sluggish for a moment. He didn’t even realise Garlan, who had said the words to him, had already turned and left.
At this moment, in the room where Garlan left and King Camos was in, there was a breathless silence.
For a long time, for a very long time.
Then…
“…Ziemuer.”
“Yes?”
King Camos clutched his chest that became too sweet from the sound of ‘Brother King’. His heart was radiant, showing a rippling expression on his face that showed he was happy and satisfied.
“Ah, I’m so moved. Can you feel how touched I am now?”
Ah~ why is my little brother so cute~~
Ziemuer, “…”
The priest of Shamash eagerly wanted to commit a crime. He raised the sceptre in his hand and smacked the cramping head6 of a certain King.
Editor: SleepyMango123
Proofreader: Lore
The magnificent palace stood between heaven and earth. The dome of the palace, like a mountain peak, rose straight into the sky, shining with golden light in the sun.
In front of the palace hall, there was a magnificent square that was so large, it was impossible to see the end.
A wide avenue1 spread out in the middle of the magnificent square, and at the end was a towering platform on which stood a huge golden throne.
In the early morning, the bright sun shone down on earth.
The rumbling sound vibrated on the ground, and a giant chariot slowly drove towards the avenue.
It was an enormous fiery red chariot, and even the rolling wheels were dyed crimson. From a distance, it looked like there was a cluster of burning red flames coming from the light.
Eight majestic steeds were divided into two teams. Pulling the fiery red chariot, one side had horses that were as white as snow, and the other as dark as night. Two majestic warriors held a whip in one hand and the golden rein in the other, respectively driving the two horses.
On the chariot of flames, the tall and robust King Aaron Landis sat boldly, his lion-like golden brown hair shining in the sun.
On both sides of the wide avenue, soldiers in silver and black armour were lined up, holding long silver guns, standing tall and solemn.
That majestic aura that came from the army was overwhelming, oppressing the air between the sky and the earth, silencing it.
When the blazing chariot slowly approached-
“Pay tribute!!!”
Accompanied by a roar that resounded throughout the area and broke the ground, a thunderous sound set off.
The soldiers, standing still like stone sculptures, raised their silver spears abruptly to declare their loyalty to the King. The spearheads shone in the sun with a dazzling cold light. There was a vague smell of blood coming from them, revealing a suffocating aura.
A loud bang sounded when all silver guns slammed on the ground at almost the same second.
The earth seemed to tremble with this resounding noise.
The soldiers in black armor leaned over, holding their silver spears, and knelt on one knee to greet their King.
King Camos.
King of Aaron Landis.
Their God.
They would not hesitate to dedicate their bodies and even their souls to their Master!
…
The priests and ministers had long been accustomed to this magnificent and exciting scene.
While the teenagers who saw this grandiose display for the first time were all overwhelmed by this terrifying aura, almost feeling suffocated. Although they had the blood of the royal family, they were distant from the royal family. Their fathers were at best the lord of a city or a general of the army. How could they have ever seen such a scene before?
This time, King Camos allowed them to return to their hometown after participating in the ceremony.
These royal teenagers were still thinking that with such insight, they could go back and brag, so they were all very happy. But at this moment, while following behind the ministers, their expressions were not much better.
The terrible aura had completely overwhelmed them, leaving an indelible impression in their hearts. Even after they returned to their homes, after they grew up, or even after inheriting the position from their parents, they would always remember this scene. The fear and respect for King Camos.
At the end of the avenue, the blazing chariot stopped, and the owner jumped down from the high chariot. Behind him, his fiery red cloak flew in the air.
Then King Camos turned around and reached out to carry the other person in the chariot.
“Can you walk by yourself?”
He asked Garlan seriously.
At this kind of scene, even an adult would be overwhelmed by this terrifying aura when he participated for the first time, a feeling so great that it would bind his hands and feet, unable to do anything. Let alone an adult, how would a seven or eight-year-old child feel?
Almost all the soldiers fought together with him on the bloody battlefield back then. The stifling energy emanating from them was enough to make most people feel terrified, unable to help their hands and feet from becoming limp.
Therefore, at that moment, Camos carefully observed Garlan’s expression.
In his opinion, Garlan was only a seven or eight-year-old child. In the beginning, at the first roar of the cracked stone, that he had not been scared to tears was already considered quite courageous.
However, after passing the terrifying guards on both sides, he was afraid that Garlan was now petrified.
It was just that Garlan didn’t expect it. The boy who was asked by him was taken aback. He looked up at him with confusion in his eyes, and his expression was bewildered, as if he didn’t understand why Camos asked this question.
In the next second, the child suddenly seemed to realise something.
Garlan took a step back abruptly, revealing an expression that looked like he was seeing an enemy.
“Don’t want you to carry me!” He looked at King Camos with a wary face.
If he had to be picked up on such an occasion… Wouldn’t he be losing face?!2
Camos, “…”
It had always been him that choked others out of speech3 by playing cards without reason, but he did not expect that one day, he would be choked out by a child.
He watched young Garlan staring at him warily, with an expression of “You are not allowed to pick me up”, and finally couldn’t help laughing out loud.
In the quiet square, under the towering platform, King Camos’ vigorous laughter echoed under the sky.
He laughed and said, “Okay, I won’t carry you.”
He smiled and continued, “Walk by yourself and follow me!”
When King Camos turned around, the fiery crimson cloak flew high behind him once again. As he stepped forward, his brown-black boots stepped on the smooth steps made of topaz and strode up.
Because Camos suddenly laughed, Garlan was inexplicably stunned. Seeing Camos had already climbed up a dozen steps, he quickly used his short legs and ran after him.
Under the dazzling sunlight, the tall King Camos sat on the golden throne, condescendingly looking down on the human beings below him.
On the back of the throne, a square stone wall was erected with a protruding carved lion head. The brown stone statue looked life-like, similar to a real lion roaring with its mouth wide open, showing its power.4
Garlan, who followed, stood by and looked to his back.
Behind the high platform, there were thirteen giant statues with a height of more than ten meters standing on the ground. They were the statues of the Gods of Aaron Landis.
They circled behind the throne high platform in a fan shape, and all the statues had their heads bowed slightly, looking at the central throne—symbolising the Gods guarding the King of Aaron Landis.
Sitting on the high golden throne, King Camos looked down at his subjects. At this moment, his eyes were deep and far away.
He saw the people looking up at him from below. All the people, including those young teenagers with blood from the royal family, raised their heads and looked at him with incomparable awe, just like looking at the Gods.
The huge statues of the Gods were just behind King Camos, surrounding him. It was as if with the help of his gaze, all human beings felt they were crawling under his feet.
Looking at the people who saw them as the supreme Gods, King Camos tilted his head slightly, glancing at the child standing next to him from the corner of his eye.
The very young child stood quietly, looking down at the people below with his big eyes. The golden throne was beside him, but he didn’t seem to have any interest in looking at the throne and even had one of his small hands randomly placed on the armrest on the side of the throne.
Obviously to Garlan, this throne was just a chair.
A chair that allowed one to sit, hold, and to relaxingly hang his hands at ease.5
Camos raised his eyebrows and smiled without a trace.
The so-called throne was to be sat by the King.
No one would be in awe of something sitting under his ass.
Although these words passing through Camos’ heart were vulgar, they were indeed his beliefs and guidelines as a King.
Those who knelt on the ground and worshipped the Gods would never be able to become Gods.
Similarly, those young people who were leaning under the throne with fear and respect, looking up at him in awe, would never become true Kings.
His gaze swept from below again, and then he saw a special gaze.
They were different from the eyes of everyone looking up at the throne in awe, and the plain eyes of Garlan who regarded the throne as an ordinary seat. The black-haired boy looked at him and at the same time looked at the throne under him, with desire and a deep ambition for control.
Camos was not surprised.
To be honest, if it weren’t for the black-haired boy having such a look, even if he had become the final winner, he would have easily driven the boy back with a word.
Only with those kind of eyes could he be qualified to be by his side.
Even if Camos didn’t like that look, he admitted that that young man was also qualified to be a King.
…
Yes… So, what is that boy’s name?
The King of Aaron Landis sat on the throne and thought for three seconds, and then gave up thinking about the question that he certainly had no answer for.
Qualification, who cares about qualification.
No one stipulated that I shouldn’t be biased based on my preferences.
Camos thought as he looked away from the boy.
However, he didn’t notice that when he looked away, the boy’s gaze shifted slightly from his body and throne and fell on Garlan who was beside him.
It was just a moment, like a floating light passing by.
Heimos, who glanced at the child, withdrew his gaze and his slender eyelashes fell down, casting a hazy shadow in his eyes.
No one noticed it, perhaps even himself.
In the moment of the glimpse, there was a little unattainable longing hidden in the depths.
…
This was the ceremony held by Aaron Landis in accordance with the custom. It was held once a year on the brightest day of summer.
This was a ritual to offer sacrifices to the Gods of Aaron Landis and to declare to the people of Aaron Landis their King’s majesty and inviolability.
At the same time, it was also an important occasion for proclaiming major events in the country.
The ceremony held this year was called the “Year of the Gods” by Aaron Landis, and had an extremely special significance.
In such an important ceremony, King Camos took a child to the high platform that symbolised the King’s power and let him stand beside the throne.
Everyone knew what that meant.
…
…
Night came and it was time to rest. But due to the sudden flood in the city, King Camos and his subordinate, Ziemuer had no plans to sleep.
The child who had been sitting by his side obediently listening to them couldn’t hold it in anymore and yawned several times with his mouth open.
Camos noticed and ordered the maids to lead Garlan to rest first. Garlan’s residence was arranged at the side hall next to his bedroom, and could be reached within ten minutes of walking out.
The child who was rubbing his eyes sleepily got up and was led out by a female guard.
Walking halfway through, Garlan suddenly remembered something, turned, and walked back.
Camos, who noticed Garlan’s sudden return, turned his gaze, and wanted to ask the child what was wrong. However, before he could utter a word, the child had already spoken first.
“Good night, Brother King.”
For Garlan, who had been reborn several times, this was not the first time he called such words out, so he said them habitually and very naturally.
Because he was still a child and his voice hadn’t changed yet, it was soft and gentle. The words, ‘Brother King’ that was called out, were soft and cute, sweet and heart-warming.
King Camos, who was caught off guard, was shocked by the ‘Brother King’ he heard for the first time and was sluggish for a moment. He didn’t even realise Garlan, who had said the words to him, had already turned and left.
At this moment, in the room where Garlan left and King Camos was in, there was a breathless silence.
For a long time, for a very long time.
Then…
“…Ziemuer.”
“Yes?”
King Camos clutched his chest that became too sweet from the sound of ‘Brother King’. His heart was radiant, showing a rippling expression on his face that showed he was happy and satisfied.
“Ah, I’m so moved. Can you feel how touched I am now?”
Ah~ why is my little brother so cute~~
Ziemuer, “…”
The priest of Shamash eagerly wanted to commit a crime. He raised the sceptre in his hand and smacked the cramping head6 of a certain King.
