Editor: SleepyMango123
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Garlan woke up in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, he felt like he was lying on a bed, so he habitually thought that he had restarted again.
After all, except for the last time, every time he was reborn again, he woke up on a bed.
Had he been given another chance?
Garlan thought as he looked around.
After looking at the surrounding scenery, being in a strange and ordinary small house, he immediately understood that he had not restarted.
There was a faint throbbing pain in his wrist and ankle. It seemed that he was probably rescued after passing out. In other words, Brother Camos and the others rushed over in time and rescued him from the black-robed man at the critical moment.
Couldn’t you guys have come a bit sooner?
If you came ten minutes earlier, I wouldn’t have had to suffer this kind of torture.
The tingling sensation from his hands and feet made Garlan complain from the bottom of his heart.
However, after another thought, if it weren’t for the sake of delaying time to release the children, he wouldn’t have been regarded as a sacrifice by the priest of the cult.
Even from the beginning, if he didn’t try to be a hero and become bait, he wouldn’t have been so unlucky.
So in the final analysis, it was he who brought it all upon himself.
Sighing in his heart, Garlan turned his head. He was very thirsty and wanted to drink some water. But the room was quiet, and he was there alone.
There isn’t even one person taking care of the patient?
…Forget it, Brother King and Ziemuer’s thick muscular nerves only fight wars, how could they consider the patient’s need for care?
But, he was very thirsty, and he eagerly yearned to drink water.
Garlan hesitated, but his dry throat made him endure the pain in his hands and feet. He slowly climbed off the bed, supported himself by the wall, and staggered out of the room.
This was a place he had never seen before. He went out and there was a small courtyard outside.
In the middle of the courtyard, there was a small artificial man-made hill. Below was a large bonsai that was half a person’s height. On it, clear water flowed down the artificial rock wall, falling onto the fine rocks of the bonsai and emitting crisp splashes of water.
The clear water shimmered under the moonlight. Garlan couldn’t help but walk over and press his hands on the edge of the bonsai. He leaned forward and over and directly took a few mouthfuls of water.
The cool water moisturised his somewhat chapped lips, and the coolness went down his throat, alleviating the burning sensation in his body. The cooling sensation from the splash of water that fell on his face and temples made him feel very comfortable. He raised his head, squinted his eyes subconsciously, and comfortably enjoyed the feeling of the cold water falling on his face.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side, blocking his face, and obstructed the cold water from splashing on his face.
Garlan opened his eyes in surprise. Before he could see who the owner of the hand was, his waist was hugged, and then his body was lightened and carried by the person next to him.
As soon as he looked up, he met the familiar golden-red eyes.
The boy who was holding him looked down, frowned, and scolded him.
“Do you want to continue to be seriously ill?”
King Camos ordered him to leave. Heimos didn’t resist the king’s order because he heard a tone that couldn’t be rejected from Ziemuer.
He felt that if he had refused, the priest of Shamash would take compulsory measures to make him leave. Therefore, he obeyed King Camos’ order.
In addition, he knew that King Camos and the others were busy. Even if they took the time to visit Garlan, they wouldn’t be able to stay there for long. Therefore, there was no need for him to confront King Camos and Ziemuer head-on. As long as he waited until they left, he could come back later.
In the middle of the night, Heimos, who had been resting in his residence for a while, opened his eyes and looked at the sky. It was estimated that King Camos and the others were about to leave, so he got up and came straight over.
The knights guarding outside the courtyard didn’t receive an order of Prince Heimos’ prohibition to enter, and it was impossible for Ziemuer to let King Camos issue such an order, so Heimos still smoothly entered.
Just as soon as he entered this small courtyard, a fire broke out in the young man’s heart.
He saw the child, who was supposed to be lying and resting in bed on such a cool night, come out without wearing a robe. He even went to the cold running water and poured it—
This was simply the action of not taking his body seriously.
So Heimos directly went up and hugged the disobedient child, and couldn’t help but reprimand him.
As soon as the child picked up by him looked up, the golden-amber eyes widened when he saw him.
It was big, round, and watery, reflecting the moonlight like the brightest gem, instantly extinguishing the fire in his heart.
The boy tightened his lips, a sullen look on his face, carried Garlan back into the room, obviously angry, and put him back on the bed.
“What were you doing outside?” Heimos asked sternly.
Not understanding why the sudden appearance of Heimos was so agitated, Garlan subconsciously replied, “…Thirsty, wanted to drink water.”
“Wait here.”
Heimos dropped those words and went out.
While Garlan was still stunned, Heimos quickly returned with an extra cup in his hand, and then handed the cup to Garlan, who was sitting in bed.
He stretched out his hand subconsciously, wanting to take it from the other party. But Heimos, glancing at the snow-white bandage wrapped around his hands, lifted his hand instead, avoiding Garlan’s stretched-out hand, and then pushed the cup directly to his lips.
“Uh, I can…”
Being in a child’s body, it didn’t matter if he was fed by Brother King, but by his nemesis, it was really…
“If you keep moving your hands, the wounds will reopen.”
“…”
Indeed, there was a tingling sensation on his wrists. With the slight movement, the sensation became more severe.
Garlan, who was really afraid of pain, weighed the pros and cons. In any case, he had already been fed by Brother Camos, so it didn’t matter if he continued to be a child in front of others.
He made an excuse for himself, then opened his mouth obediently, and drank water.
Heimos watched Garlan open his mouth obediently, sipping water little by little, and his lips were no longer as pale as they were before, but gained a little colour.
The throat with the white gauze moved from swallowing. The bandage was very white, and it gave him the urge to reach out and touch it, but in the end he resisted.
The child drank the water and looked up at him.
The soft and fluffy pale blonde hair wrapped around the palm-sized little face, and the big golden eyes looked at him.
“Were you the one who saved me?”
The empty water glass was being put down on the table, and Heimos’ hand paused.
He turned his back to Garlan and replied in a low voice, “…No.”
He continued, “It was King Camos.”
At the last moment, a lightning-like arrow shot by King Camos penetrated the black-robed man’s hand.
Therefore, the one who saved Garlan was King Camos, not him.
“Oh.”
Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was Brother Camos who rescued him. That was fine.
He thought with joy.
How embarrassing it would be if he were saved by his mortal enemy, Heimos.
“Next time……”
Just as Garlan was rejoicing in his heart, Heimos suddenly leaned over.
The young man leaned over, pressed his hands on the edge of the bed, and stared at Garlan with unblinking and scorching eyes.
At this moment, his expression was extremely serious, as if taking an oath.
“The next time, when this happens to you—”
Let me do it.
In the future, I’ll definitely be stronger than King Camos.
When you encounter danger again, I’ll personally protect you.
There was a sudden scream at the door, interrupting what Heimos wanted to say. The two subconsciously cast their eyes to the door and they saw a maid standing there, covering her mouth, showing a panicked expression.
“I-I’m sorry, I temporarily left because something suddenly happened, t-then—”
She was in-charge of the night watch taking care of Garlan, but in the middle of the night, she was too sleepy and seeing that Garlan showed no sign of waking up, she temporarily left and went out to find something to freshen her mind.
Unexpectedly, just when she left, Garlan had woken up. At this moment, seeing the two people in the room looking over, the negligent maid lowered her head in a panic and desperately apologised.
“Sorry, I’m really sorry, please forgive me.”
Being interrupted halfway, and in addition, there was a stranger, Heimos didn’t intend to continue anymore.
He touched Garlan’s head and softly said, “Don’t recklessly run around.”
After speaking, he turned and left, but when he walked past the maid, he spoke to her in a low voice.
“Take care of him. If there is a next time, you’ll be severely punished.”
“Y-yes!”
The maid shivered.
Obviously he was only a young man who was younger and shorter than her, but just listening to that voice, she became filled with fear.
Garlan sat on the bed and looked at Heimos’ back leaving, feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with the words Heimos had just said.
He pondered for a while and finally realised what was wrong.
Suddenly, he was furious.
Heimos, wait a minute, what do you mean by that?
Next time?
Are you cursing me?
Waiting for me to encounter that kind of thing again? For this kind of unlucky event to befall me again?
Pei!
What a joke! I don’t want such a next time! Your curse will not work!
Garlan, who was unable to throw the real object due to the injuries of his hands and feet, slammed the table angrily in his heart.
Everyday #Heimos, this guy is absolutely unkind to me——#series.
…
…
He slept until dawn, and on the afternoon of the next day, Camos finally had time to visit his little brother again. Naturally, Ziemuer also followed behind him.
Garlan, who was sitting on the bed, had his hair rubbed into a mess like a bird’s nest by Camos who was standing by the bed.
“You little guy, really scared me to death. Did you even think about the consequences?”
King Camos rubbed his little brother’s head vigorously while nagging like an old mother.
“Why are you so stupid, so reckless? You obviously promised me to protect yourself, but to do such a dangerous thing, you went against the king’s orders!”
“I was wrong, Brother King.”
Garlan looked at King Camos and replied, admitting his mistakes very obediently and honestly.
But no one noticed that there was a look of expectation hidden in the depths of his eyes when he looked at Camos.
“You’ll punish me, right?”
After waking up, Garlan had made up his mind.
He had to find a way to get rid of the identity of being the King’s Brother.
It was simply too dangerous to stay in the royal family, being with King Camos and Heimos who was still cursing him.
As the King’s Brother, he seemed to be in a life-threatening position.
He had a feeling that as long as he was still the King’s Brother, bad luck would continue to linger around and haunt him.
Next time… If this were to continue, maybe Heimos’ curse would really come true.
So, Brother King, as you can see, I’m so useless, so reckless, and so simple that I can mess things up. I don’t even have the ability to protect myself—you see, I’m not even suitable to be a prince, and to be the heir of Aaron Landis.
So, hurry up, hurry up, and dethrone me.
Garlan, who was thinking this way, looked at King Camos expectantly, hoping that he would continue to admonish him. The more severe the reprimand, and the more disappointed he was, the better.
Seeing the little prince looking up at Camos with his small face, the tousled blond hair scattered around his cheeks, a small pale face that was almost bloodless, and his long eyelashes fluttering; he looked pitiful and cute.
Upon seeing that, the heart of King Camos roared, and the mighty and majestic Lion King on the battlefield instantly softened into a puddle of water.
Not punishing, not punishing.
My little brother is so sensible, so adorable, so obedient, how can he be punished?
King Camos, who wanted to continue to reprimand Garlan, shut his mouth when Garlan glanced at him, feeling distressed, and tenderly touched his still pale face.
“Forget it, pay more attention the next time.”
Garlan, “???? Brother King, aren’t you angry anymore?”
King Camos, “I’m not angry anymore. Brother King is not angry at all. Be good~”
Garlan, “…”
Brother King, how can you not be angry?
There was a coughing sound next to him, and Ziemuer, who had been standing quietly by the side, finally found a chance to speak.
“King Camos is right. Your Royal Highness Garlan, your behaviour was really reckless.”
He said without any expression.
“Although I have always known that you’re a slow-witted, unambitious, and weak person, I didn’t expect you would act so stupidly.”
“As the prince of Aaron Landis, nothing you have done was in line with your identity.”
“You have no self-knowledge, you have misassessed your abilities, and you’ve attempted things that you couldn’t do at all; your bravery and intrepidity have caused things to develop to such a dangerous level. You’re too weak and couldn’t even protect yourself—”
As soon as the priest of Shamash spoke, he criticised all of Garlan’s wrongdoings.
Suddenly, King Camos, who was protecting his calf, was unhappy.
“Hey, Ziemuer, that’s a bit too much.”
Garlan looked at Ziemuer eagerly.
He expressed with his eyes, It’s okay. Go on, say more. The more you say, the better. I don’t care. I really don’t care.
Hurry up, Ziemuer, continue to criticise me. It’s best to immediately propose to Brother King to abolish this useless King’s Brother. Don’t tone it down, come and criticise me as much as you want!
Ziemuer, who just condemned Garlan, suddenly paused and coughed.
“But—”
He coughed again and said, “Your Royal Highness Garlan, for your bravery in the face of danger, as well as the heart of a guardian for the people of Aaron Landis, these are commendable.”
The priest of Shamash looked at Garlan and said sternly.
“Therefore, I’m willing to apologise to you and take back the sentence I once said, ‘I have no expectations for your future.‘”
After speaking, Ziemuer bowed slightly, saluted, turned, and left.
Behind him, the little prince sitting on the bed became completely dumbfounded.
…
No… No no no no no no, Ziemuer, wait a moment.
You’ve misunderstood. Really misunderstood.
I’m really a waste, with zero growth in the future. Just like you said, slow-witted, stupid, weak, brave, and intrepid, the five absolutely scum traits!1
Ziemuer, don’t leave—
Do you want to take back that sentence ah?!
Believe me! I’m really not worthy of your expectations ahhhh.
1(Actual words: 绝对的战五渣) It is an Internet buzzword mean “the scum with only five combat effectiveness”. It is mostly used to describe poor ability, low combat effectiveness, and low level, which is equivalent to “weak and explosive”. The term comes from the chinese version comic book ”Dragon Ball”.
Editor: SleepyMango123
Proofreader: Lore
Garlan woke up in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, he felt like he was lying on a bed, so he habitually thought that he had restarted again.
After all, except for the last time, every time he was reborn again, he woke up on a bed.
Had he been given another chance?
Garlan thought as he looked around.
After looking at the surrounding scenery, being in a strange and ordinary small house, he immediately understood that he had not restarted.
There was a faint throbbing pain in his wrist and ankle. It seemed that he was probably rescued after passing out. In other words, Brother Camos and the others rushed over in time and rescued him from the black-robed man at the critical moment.
Couldn’t you guys have come a bit sooner?
If you came ten minutes earlier, I wouldn’t have had to suffer this kind of torture.
The tingling sensation from his hands and feet made Garlan complain from the bottom of his heart.
However, after another thought, if it weren’t for the sake of delaying time to release the children, he wouldn’t have been regarded as a sacrifice by the priest of the cult.
Even from the beginning, if he didn’t try to be a hero and become bait, he wouldn’t have been so unlucky.
So in the final analysis, it was he who brought it all upon himself.
Sighing in his heart, Garlan turned his head. He was very thirsty and wanted to drink some water. But the room was quiet, and he was there alone.
There isn’t even one person taking care of the patient?
…Forget it, Brother King and Ziemuer’s thick muscular nerves only fight wars, how could they consider the patient’s need for care?
But, he was very thirsty, and he eagerly yearned to drink water.
Garlan hesitated, but his dry throat made him endure the pain in his hands and feet. He slowly climbed off the bed, supported himself by the wall, and staggered out of the room.
This was a place he had never seen before. He went out and there was a small courtyard outside.
In the middle of the courtyard, there was a small artificial man-made hill. Below was a large bonsai that was half a person’s height. On it, clear water flowed down the artificial rock wall, falling onto the fine rocks of the bonsai and emitting crisp splashes of water.
The clear water shimmered under the moonlight. Garlan couldn’t help but walk over and press his hands on the edge of the bonsai. He leaned forward and over and directly took a few mouthfuls of water.
The cool water moisturised his somewhat chapped lips, and the coolness went down his throat, alleviating the burning sensation in his body. The cooling sensation from the splash of water that fell on his face and temples made him feel very comfortable. He raised his head, squinted his eyes subconsciously, and comfortably enjoyed the feeling of the cold water falling on his face.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side, blocking his face, and obstructed the cold water from splashing on his face.
Garlan opened his eyes in surprise. Before he could see who the owner of the hand was, his waist was hugged, and then his body was lightened and carried by the person next to him.
As soon as he looked up, he met the familiar golden-red eyes.
The boy who was holding him looked down, frowned, and scolded him.
“Do you want to continue to be seriously ill?”
King Camos ordered him to leave. Heimos didn’t resist the king’s order because he heard a tone that couldn’t be rejected from Ziemuer.
He felt that if he had refused, the priest of Shamash would take compulsory measures to make him leave. Therefore, he obeyed King Camos’ order.
In addition, he knew that King Camos and the others were busy. Even if they took the time to visit Garlan, they wouldn’t be able to stay there for long. Therefore, there was no need for him to confront King Camos and Ziemuer head-on. As long as he waited until they left, he could come back later.
In the middle of the night, Heimos, who had been resting in his residence for a while, opened his eyes and looked at the sky. It was estimated that King Camos and the others were about to leave, so he got up and came straight over.
The knights guarding outside the courtyard didn’t receive an order of Prince Heimos’ prohibition to enter, and it was impossible for Ziemuer to let King Camos issue such an order, so Heimos still smoothly entered.
Just as soon as he entered this small courtyard, a fire broke out in the young man’s heart.
He saw the child, who was supposed to be lying and resting in bed on such a cool night, come out without wearing a robe. He even went to the cold running water and poured it—
This was simply the action of not taking his body seriously.
So Heimos directly went up and hugged the disobedient child, and couldn’t help but reprimand him.
As soon as the child picked up by him looked up, the golden-amber eyes widened when he saw him.
It was big, round, and watery, reflecting the moonlight like the brightest gem, instantly extinguishing the fire in his heart.
The boy tightened his lips, a sullen look on his face, carried Garlan back into the room, obviously angry, and put him back on the bed.
“What were you doing outside?” Heimos asked sternly.
Not understanding why the sudden appearance of Heimos was so agitated, Garlan subconsciously replied, “…Thirsty, wanted to drink water.”
“Wait here.”
Heimos dropped those words and went out.
While Garlan was still stunned, Heimos quickly returned with an extra cup in his hand, and then handed the cup to Garlan, who was sitting in bed.
He stretched out his hand subconsciously, wanting to take it from the other party. But Heimos, glancing at the snow-white bandage wrapped around his hands, lifted his hand instead, avoiding Garlan’s stretched-out hand, and then pushed the cup directly to his lips.
“Uh, I can…”
Being in a child’s body, it didn’t matter if he was fed by Brother King, but by his nemesis, it was really…
“If you keep moving your hands, the wounds will reopen.”
“…”
Indeed, there was a tingling sensation on his wrists. With the slight movement, the sensation became more severe.
Garlan, who was really afraid of pain, weighed the pros and cons. In any case, he had already been fed by Brother Camos, so it didn’t matter if he continued to be a child in front of others.
He made an excuse for himself, then opened his mouth obediently, and drank water.
Heimos watched Garlan open his mouth obediently, sipping water little by little, and his lips were no longer as pale as they were before, but gained a little colour.
The throat with the white gauze moved from swallowing. The bandage was very white, and it gave him the urge to reach out and touch it, but in the end he resisted.
The child drank the water and looked up at him.
The soft and fluffy pale blonde hair wrapped around the palm-sized little face, and the big golden eyes looked at him.
“Were you the one who saved me?”
The empty water glass was being put down on the table, and Heimos’ hand paused.
He turned his back to Garlan and replied in a low voice, “…No.”
He continued, “It was King Camos.”
At the last moment, a lightning-like arrow shot by King Camos penetrated the black-robed man’s hand.
Therefore, the one who saved Garlan was King Camos, not him.
“Oh.”
Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was Brother Camos who rescued him. That was fine.
He thought with joy.
How embarrassing it would be if he were saved by his mortal enemy, Heimos.
“Next time……”
Just as Garlan was rejoicing in his heart, Heimos suddenly leaned over.
The young man leaned over, pressed his hands on the edge of the bed, and stared at Garlan with unblinking and scorching eyes.
At this moment, his expression was extremely serious, as if taking an oath.
“The next time, when this happens to you—”
Let me do it.
In the future, I’ll definitely be stronger than King Camos.
When you encounter danger again, I’ll personally protect you.
There was a sudden scream at the door, interrupting what Heimos wanted to say. The two subconsciously cast their eyes to the door and they saw a maid standing there, covering her mouth, showing a panicked expression.
“I-I’m sorry, I temporarily left because something suddenly happened, t-then—”
She was in-charge of the night watch taking care of Garlan, but in the middle of the night, she was too sleepy and seeing that Garlan showed no sign of waking up, she temporarily left and went out to find something to freshen her mind.
Unexpectedly, just when she left, Garlan had woken up. At this moment, seeing the two people in the room looking over, the negligent maid lowered her head in a panic and desperately apologised.
“Sorry, I’m really sorry, please forgive me.”
Being interrupted halfway, and in addition, there was a stranger, Heimos didn’t intend to continue anymore.
He touched Garlan’s head and softly said, “Don’t recklessly run around.”
After speaking, he turned and left, but when he walked past the maid, he spoke to her in a low voice.
“Take care of him. If there is a next time, you’ll be severely punished.”
“Y-yes!”
The maid shivered.
Obviously he was only a young man who was younger and shorter than her, but just listening to that voice, she became filled with fear.
Garlan sat on the bed and looked at Heimos’ back leaving, feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with the words Heimos had just said.
He pondered for a while and finally realised what was wrong.
Suddenly, he was furious.
Heimos, wait a minute, what do you mean by that?
Next time?
Are you cursing me?
Waiting for me to encounter that kind of thing again? For this kind of unlucky event to befall me again?
Pei!
What a joke! I don’t want such a next time! Your curse will not work!
Garlan, who was unable to throw the real object due to the injuries of his hands and feet, slammed the table angrily in his heart.
Everyday #Heimos, this guy is absolutely unkind to me——#series.
…
…
He slept until dawn, and on the afternoon of the next day, Camos finally had time to visit his little brother again. Naturally, Ziemuer also followed behind him.
Garlan, who was sitting on the bed, had his hair rubbed into a mess like a bird’s nest by Camos who was standing by the bed.
“You little guy, really scared me to death. Did you even think about the consequences?”
King Camos rubbed his little brother’s head vigorously while nagging like an old mother.
“Why are you so stupid, so reckless? You obviously promised me to protect yourself, but to do such a dangerous thing, you went against the king’s orders!”
“I was wrong, Brother King.”
Garlan looked at King Camos and replied, admitting his mistakes very obediently and honestly.
But no one noticed that there was a look of expectation hidden in the depths of his eyes when he looked at Camos.
“You’ll punish me, right?”
After waking up, Garlan had made up his mind.
He had to find a way to get rid of the identity of being the King’s Brother.
It was simply too dangerous to stay in the royal family, being with King Camos and Heimos who was still cursing him.
As the King’s Brother, he seemed to be in a life-threatening position.
He had a feeling that as long as he was still the King’s Brother, bad luck would continue to linger around and haunt him.
Next time… If this were to continue, maybe Heimos’ curse would really come true.
So, Brother King, as you can see, I’m so useless, so reckless, and so simple that I can mess things up. I don’t even have the ability to protect myself—you see, I’m not even suitable to be a prince, and to be the heir of Aaron Landis.
So, hurry up, hurry up, and dethrone me.
Garlan, who was thinking this way, looked at King Camos expectantly, hoping that he would continue to admonish him. The more severe the reprimand, and the more disappointed he was, the better.
Seeing the little prince looking up at Camos with his small face, the tousled blond hair scattered around his cheeks, a small pale face that was almost bloodless, and his long eyelashes fluttering; he looked pitiful and cute.
Upon seeing that, the heart of King Camos roared, and the mighty and majestic Lion King on the battlefield instantly softened into a puddle of water.
Not punishing, not punishing.
My little brother is so sensible, so adorable, so obedient, how can he be punished?
King Camos, who wanted to continue to reprimand Garlan, shut his mouth when Garlan glanced at him, feeling distressed, and tenderly touched his still pale face.
“Forget it, pay more attention the next time.”
Garlan, “???? Brother King, aren’t you angry anymore?”
King Camos, “I’m not angry anymore. Brother King is not angry at all. Be good~”
Garlan, “…”
Brother King, how can you not be angry?
There was a coughing sound next to him, and Ziemuer, who had been standing quietly by the side, finally found a chance to speak.
“King Camos is right. Your Royal Highness Garlan, your behaviour was really reckless.”
He said without any expression.
“Although I have always known that you’re a slow-witted, unambitious, and weak person, I didn’t expect you would act so stupidly.”
“As the prince of Aaron Landis, nothing you have done was in line with your identity.”
“You have no self-knowledge, you have misassessed your abilities, and you’ve attempted things that you couldn’t do at all; your bravery and intrepidity have caused things to develop to such a dangerous level. You’re too weak and couldn’t even protect yourself—”
As soon as the priest of Shamash spoke, he criticised all of Garlan’s wrongdoings.
Suddenly, King Camos, who was protecting his calf, was unhappy.
“Hey, Ziemuer, that’s a bit too much.”
Garlan looked at Ziemuer eagerly.
He expressed with his eyes, It’s okay. Go on, say more. The more you say, the better. I don’t care. I really don’t care.
Hurry up, Ziemuer, continue to criticise me. It’s best to immediately propose to Brother King to abolish this useless King’s Brother. Don’t tone it down, come and criticise me as much as you want!
Ziemuer, who just condemned Garlan, suddenly paused and coughed.
“But—”
He coughed again and said, “Your Royal Highness Garlan, for your bravery in the face of danger, as well as the heart of a guardian for the people of Aaron Landis, these are commendable.”
The priest of Shamash looked at Garlan and said sternly.
“Therefore, I’m willing to apologise to you and take back the sentence I once said, ‘I have no expectations for your future.‘”
After speaking, Ziemuer bowed slightly, saluted, turned, and left.
Behind him, the little prince sitting on the bed became completely dumbfounded.
…
No… No no no no no no, Ziemuer, wait a moment.
You’ve misunderstood. Really misunderstood.
I’m really a waste, with zero growth in the future. Just like you said, slow-witted, stupid, weak, brave, and intrepid, the five absolutely scum traits!1
Ziemuer, don’t leave—
Do you want to take back that sentence ah?!
Believe me! I’m really not worthy of your expectations ahhhh.
1(Actual words: 绝对的战五渣) It is an Internet buzzword mean “the scum with only five combat effectiveness”. It is mostly used to describe poor ability, low combat effectiveness, and low level, which is equivalent to “weak and explosive”. The term comes from the chinese version comic book ”Dragon Ball”.
