Editor: SleepyMango123
Proofreader: Lore
Garlan’s current location was in the mansion of a wealthy businessman in Ayre Town because the valley of the destroyed altarpiece of the An-Ki Sect was a little closer to this town. After King Camos destroyed the cult, he temporarily settled here.
In this way, this wouldn’t raise the grass and startle the believers1 in Vernal City. After interrogating several believers, King Camos learnt that the An-Ki Cult had secretly colluded with certain rights holders in Vernal City, and they had long allowed cult believers to hide in the city. The most important thing was that the ones who were hiding in the city would meet those lunatics who were secretly allowed inside by the rich and powerful the next night. They disguised themselves as thieves to attack the city or start refugee riots and directly kidnapped the children.
Regarding this confession, King Camos coldly sneered and didn’t say anything, but everyone could feel the anger radiating out from him. Even the surrounding air burned in rage at the time.
Therefore, King Camos was busy secretly transferring the cavalry under his command to Vernal City yesterday. He had them lying in ambush outside, monitoring the movement of the city, breaking them into groups to sneak into the city and wait for orders.
Although it was easy to bring the cavalry directly into the city and crush the miscreants, this would only kill the pests that floated on the surface. What he wanted to do was to catch all the vermin lurking deep in the City of Vernal in one fell swoop.
In order to avoid being exposed, the 30-plus children rescued from the cult were kept at one place for the time being. After inquiries, it was found that almost all of these children were from Vernal City, so Camos decided to take them back with him when he went to the city today, and when everything was over, he would then arrange the group of children to go home.
At present, most of the cavalry under Camos had been fully equipped and were on standby near Vernal City. He had prepared early this morning and planned to take the remaining cavalry with him to Vernal City for the evening battle.
However, the local doctor said that with Garlan’s wounds, it was unsuitable for him to move, otherwise it would be likely for the wounds on his hands and feet to reopen. Therefore, Garlan could only stay in Ayre Town and continue to recover from his injuries. Thus, King Camos left five cavalrymen to protect him there.
Originally, Heimos had requested to stay behind and take care of Garlan, but that idea was rejected by Ziemuer.
“Prince Heimos, although your martial arts are beyond ordinary people, you still need more training on the battlefield. Therefore, please follow King Camos to the City of Vernal. This is also to allow you to gain more experience.”
Shamash’s priests had always been synonymous with integrity, rigidity, and stubbornness. Once something was judged and decided, they would stick to it.
Now that he had decided to keep the two princes as far apart as possible, Ziemuer would continuously pay attention to this.
“As for Prince Garlan, I’ll stay here to take care of him. Both of you, please don’t worry about him.”
“Okay.”
Originally worried that Garlan would not be taken care of, King Camos, who was hesitant to let Heimos stay, heard Ziemuer’s initiative to be left behind and immediately agreed.
“So, it’s settled. Ziemuer, you stay here to take care of Garlan,” he said, “Heimos and I will go to Vernal City.”
Heimos pondered for a moment. Remembering what Ziemuer had just said, that he needed to be more tempered on the battlefield to become stronger, he nodded obediently.
He had only made up his mind from the bottom of his heart yesterday. He must become stronger as soon as possible and be more powerful than King Camos.
Before departing, King Camos took Heimos to bid Garlan farewell.
“Brother King, are you going to Vernal City now?”
“Don’t worry, the matter will be completely resolved tonight. In two days, when Vernal City has completely settled down and your injuries are better, I’ll come and pick you up.”
“Okay, Brother King.”
The little prince sitting on the bed nodded obediently and answered.
He wondered in his heart that by the time he returned to Vernal City, the war should have ended, and King Camos would also regain control of Vernal City. Then, when the time came, he could tell Brother King that the dead bodies couldn’t be thoughtlessly thrown away into the water source, and to let Brother King organise manpower to properly deal with those corpses.
It was just that the way they usually disposed of corpses would easily lead to the plague. It had always been a common practice, and the people here still didn’t understand things such as germ infection, so he had to think of a reason to persuade Brother King.
Garlan was still thinking about it, and suddenly he heard King Camos speak again.
“Garlan, I’m leaving now ah.”
Seeing that Garlan didn’t react and said nothing, Camos increased his emphasis again.
“Brother King is really leaving ahh—”
Seeing that I’m leaving, don’t you have anything to say?
The repetitive tone of Camos lifted Garlan out of his thoughts. As soon as Garlan raised his eyes, he saw Brother King standing in front of his bed looking eagerly at him.
Such a big man, such a sturdy big man, his eyes eagerly looked like a big pet begging to be hugged and have his head patted, making Garlan subconsciously think of the little cub Nergal left in the Royal Palace. Although their head sizes were different, the eyes that looked at him eagerly were exactly the same.
Ah, speaking of it, I’ve been away for so long, I’m not sure how Nergal is doing now. Since I haven’t looked for it, would it throw a tantrum and be unwilling to eat?
…En, whatever, in any case, it’ll always eat whenever it becomes hungry.
Garlan raised his head, his eyes curled up like the arc of a crescent moon.
“Brother King, you’re unbeatable.”
The little prince’s bright smile and his crisp, soft voice sounded in the room like a priest’s prayer.
“No matter when and where, you’ll embrace victory.”
Ao wooo—
The big lion, whose fur was being stroked, instantly had MAX combat power.
King Camos lowered his head happily, hugged Garlan, and nuzzled his little brother’s soft cheek with enthusiasm. He instantly felt that his body was charged full of power.
Awoo! Right now, I can beat twenty people single-handedly!
The Lion King whose combat power had exploded, left in a contented and arrogant manner.
Garlan, who was laughing and waving goodbye to Brother King Camos, suddenly felt something was wrong.
Turning his head, he found that Heimos was still there even though Brother King had left. He didn’t say a word and just stood aside, staring at Garlan with golden-red eyes.
Being stared uncomfortably, Garlan didn’t know what he wanted to do, so he could only look back at Heimos with a look of confusion.
Heimos stood in silence for a while, and when he saw that Garlan didn’t respond, he spoke.
“I’m also heading off now.”
Garlan, “Huh?”
I know that you’re going. You said it just now, why did you have to repeat it again?
Heimos repeated quietly, “Me, too. I’m going to the battlefield.”
“…”
Finally feeling the expectation in the gaze that Heimos was staring at him, the corner of Garlan’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
Heimos, he appeared to be, might be, seemed to be, should be… wanted him to tell him the things he had just said to King Camos.
No.
How could he say it?
Forget about Brother King, Heimos was an enemy. He had been killed by his mortal enemy countless times. How could he bless the man who had ended his life so many times?
Impossible, impossible in this life.
Seeing Garlan pursing his lips, staring at him, and not saying a word, the look of expectation in the young man’s eyes dimmed. He stood there like a black wolf with its ears pulled down, and even the tail that seemed to be constantly wagging behind him hung down, looking listless.
…There was a continuous feeling of his conscience being tortured.
Seeing the pitiful appearance of the big wild wolf whose whole body was wilting, Garlan’s feelings were very entangled.
You’ll be a big demon in the future, what’s with this abandoned expression in your eyes just now?
…
…
Okay, okay, I’m scared of you.
“Then you…be careful, don’t be scared till you fall off the horse.”
Although in the end he couldn’t win with the look in Heimos’ eyes, Garlan compromised and couldn’t help but arrogantly include something to jinx him.
But the one being cursed didn’t care, or perhaps didn’t hear it at all. When Garlan said that, Heimos’ eyes lit up in an instant. The boy looked at him with bright eyes that were even slightly bent.
Then Heimos said okay, smiled, and stroked his head. He then turned away contentedly.
As a result, a lion and a wolf, whose furs were being stroked and coaxed, rushed happily to the battlefield.
The little prince, who was left alone, contemplated for a few days. He thought about how to remind Brother King of the reasons for carefully dealing with the corpses in the water source, while also continuing to think hard about ways to abolish his identity as a brother… Oh, no, he wasn’t alone. Ziemuer also stayed and took care of him.
Soon, Garlan didn’t have time to think about those two difficult questions.
Because the Shamash priest who was supposed to take care of him came in with a book and opened it while sitting by his bed.
Although his hands and feet were injured, his brain could still be used.
For this reason, Ziemuer started to teach him one-on-one.
Before, it took Garlan a full month to make Ziemuer completely disappointed in him. But now, Ziemuer had returned to the initial state where he was full of energy and worked hard to carve out this piece of wasted wood.
You’re not as qualified as Prince Heimos. So, you’ve to make up for it with diligence.
The priest of Shamash reprimanded Garlan with a sharp glance.
So, after that day, Garlan only felt physically and mentally exhausted.
Ah, the road ahead was bleak and there was no hope (of being useless) at all ah.
The little prince was very sad.
It was impossible to say that he didn’t want the throne at all. If he were to say it, no one would believe him. On the contrary, they would think that he was pretending to be comity.2
Garlan pondered hard.
So, if he were to just say that he thought that he was not as good as Heimos and thought the other was more suitable to be the heir to the throne… would that work?
…It might have worked before, but now…
Now that he knew his qualifications were not as good as Prince Heimos, that was why he had to use diligence to make up for it!
The current Ziemuer would probably teach him this righteously and then use all means to forcefully reverse his ‘decadent and negative’ thinking to a ‘positive and upward’ side.
As for Ziemuer’s methods of forcing people to be ‘positive’… Garlan shuddered when he thought of it.
No, no, this method won’t work either, absolutely not!
…
So, in the end, the only way was to let Brother King and Ziemuer take the initiative to abolish his path?
As Ziemuer was lecturing, Garlan, who was sitting on the bed, seemed to be listening obediently. However, his mind was already wandering, thinking about how to make Ziemuer abandon his own way.
For a time, the two thoughts diverged and didn’t match at all.
If the priest, who was so passionate and wanted to teach Garlan to be a good heir to the throne, knew what Garlan was thinking about at the moment, he would probably be furious.
Just when one was seriously teaching and the other was unmotivated to learn, there was a loud noise outside.
Ziemuer turned his head, followed the sound, and frowned suddenly when he discerned what he had heard. Being in frequent battles, he could vaguely hear the sound of metal crashing within the sea of noise. It was probably the sound of war weapons.
However, King Camos had already led the remaining cavalry to Vernal City. At this moment, they should be catching the cult’s slippery fish and the powerful people who secretly interacted with the cult in the city. It was impossible for them to return to Ayre Town now.
Just when Ziemuer got up and planned to go out to investigate, a rush of footsteps sounded, approaching closer.
Then, the door was slammed open.
“Lord Ziemuer!”
Someone opened the door and walked in quickly. It was one of the five cavalry soldiers left by King Camos to protect Garlan, and there were another two behind him.
It was late at night, but they were all dressed in leather armor and fully armed, looking at Ziemuer with solemn eyes.
Ziemuer got up and looked outside through the shoulders of several people. In the distant night, an abnormal firelight was faintly visible, as if a house were burning.
“What is happening outside? Why is it so noisy?”
The leading knight replied solemnly.
“My lord, the refugees in Ayre Town have launched a riot tonight! Now they are attacking the governing house in the town, and a group of rioting refugees are coming in our direction!”
“What!”
Ziemuer’s pupils shrank. Without a word, he quickly walked out, and the cavalry immediately followed him.
Garlan, who was left in the house, watched in astonishment as Ziemuer and the others filed out one by one. Through the open door, he could vaguely see the dangerous firelight swaying in the dark night from a distance.
…What?
Refugee riot?
Now? Here—?
Garlan subconsciously remembered the words that Heimos said to him late last night.
【If there is a next time, if you encounter such things…】
Heimos, you crow’s mouth!
Your curse has definitely come true!
1(Actual words:打草惊蛇) to act rashly and alert the enemy.
2Behaving in a considerate and courteous way/manner towards others.
Editor: SleepyMango123
Proofreader: Lore
Garlan’s current location was in the mansion of a wealthy businessman in Ayre Town because the valley of the destroyed altarpiece of the An-Ki Sect was a little closer to this town. After King Camos destroyed the cult, he temporarily settled here.
In this way, this wouldn’t raise the grass and startle the believers1 in Vernal City. After interrogating several believers, King Camos learnt that the An-Ki Cult had secretly colluded with certain rights holders in Vernal City, and they had long allowed cult believers to hide in the city. The most important thing was that the ones who were hiding in the city would meet those lunatics who were secretly allowed inside by the rich and powerful the next night. They disguised themselves as thieves to attack the city or start refugee riots and directly kidnapped the children.
Regarding this confession, King Camos coldly sneered and didn’t say anything, but everyone could feel the anger radiating out from him. Even the surrounding air burned in rage at the time.
Therefore, King Camos was busy secretly transferring the cavalry under his command to Vernal City yesterday. He had them lying in ambush outside, monitoring the movement of the city, breaking them into groups to sneak into the city and wait for orders.
Although it was easy to bring the cavalry directly into the city and crush the miscreants, this would only kill the pests that floated on the surface. What he wanted to do was to catch all the vermin lurking deep in the City of Vernal in one fell swoop.
In order to avoid being exposed, the 30-plus children rescued from the cult were kept at one place for the time being. After inquiries, it was found that almost all of these children were from Vernal City, so Camos decided to take them back with him when he went to the city today, and when everything was over, he would then arrange the group of children to go home.
At present, most of the cavalry under Camos had been fully equipped and were on standby near Vernal City. He had prepared early this morning and planned to take the remaining cavalry with him to Vernal City for the evening battle.
However, the local doctor said that with Garlan’s wounds, it was unsuitable for him to move, otherwise it would be likely for the wounds on his hands and feet to reopen. Therefore, Garlan could only stay in Ayre Town and continue to recover from his injuries. Thus, King Camos left five cavalrymen to protect him there.
Originally, Heimos had requested to stay behind and take care of Garlan, but that idea was rejected by Ziemuer.
“Prince Heimos, although your martial arts are beyond ordinary people, you still need more training on the battlefield. Therefore, please follow King Camos to the City of Vernal. This is also to allow you to gain more experience.”
Shamash’s priests had always been synonymous with integrity, rigidity, and stubbornness. Once something was judged and decided, they would stick to it.
Now that he had decided to keep the two princes as far apart as possible, Ziemuer would continuously pay attention to this.
“As for Prince Garlan, I’ll stay here to take care of him. Both of you, please don’t worry about him.”
“Okay.”
Originally worried that Garlan would not be taken care of, King Camos, who was hesitant to let Heimos stay, heard Ziemuer’s initiative to be left behind and immediately agreed.
“So, it’s settled. Ziemuer, you stay here to take care of Garlan,” he said, “Heimos and I will go to Vernal City.”
Heimos pondered for a moment. Remembering what Ziemuer had just said, that he needed to be more tempered on the battlefield to become stronger, he nodded obediently.
He had only made up his mind from the bottom of his heart yesterday. He must become stronger as soon as possible and be more powerful than King Camos.
Before departing, King Camos took Heimos to bid Garlan farewell.
“Brother King, are you going to Vernal City now?”
“Don’t worry, the matter will be completely resolved tonight. In two days, when Vernal City has completely settled down and your injuries are better, I’ll come and pick you up.”
“Okay, Brother King.”
The little prince sitting on the bed nodded obediently and answered.
He wondered in his heart that by the time he returned to Vernal City, the war should have ended, and King Camos would also regain control of Vernal City. Then, when the time came, he could tell Brother King that the dead bodies couldn’t be thoughtlessly thrown away into the water source, and to let Brother King organise manpower to properly deal with those corpses.
It was just that the way they usually disposed of corpses would easily lead to the plague. It had always been a common practice, and the people here still didn’t understand things such as germ infection, so he had to think of a reason to persuade Brother King.
Garlan was still thinking about it, and suddenly he heard King Camos speak again.
“Garlan, I’m leaving now ah.”
Seeing that Garlan didn’t react and said nothing, Camos increased his emphasis again.
“Brother King is really leaving ahh—”
Seeing that I’m leaving, don’t you have anything to say?
The repetitive tone of Camos lifted Garlan out of his thoughts. As soon as Garlan raised his eyes, he saw Brother King standing in front of his bed looking eagerly at him.
Such a big man, such a sturdy big man, his eyes eagerly looked like a big pet begging to be hugged and have his head patted, making Garlan subconsciously think of the little cub Nergal left in the Royal Palace. Although their head sizes were different, the eyes that looked at him eagerly were exactly the same.
Ah, speaking of it, I’ve been away for so long, I’m not sure how Nergal is doing now. Since I haven’t looked for it, would it throw a tantrum and be unwilling to eat?
…En, whatever, in any case, it’ll always eat whenever it becomes hungry.
Garlan raised his head, his eyes curled up like the arc of a crescent moon.
“Brother King, you’re unbeatable.”
The little prince’s bright smile and his crisp, soft voice sounded in the room like a priest’s prayer.
“No matter when and where, you’ll embrace victory.”
Ao wooo—
The big lion, whose fur was being stroked, instantly had MAX combat power.
King Camos lowered his head happily, hugged Garlan, and nuzzled his little brother’s soft cheek with enthusiasm. He instantly felt that his body was charged full of power.
Awoo! Right now, I can beat twenty people single-handedly!
The Lion King whose combat power had exploded, left in a contented and arrogant manner.
Garlan, who was laughing and waving goodbye to Brother King Camos, suddenly felt something was wrong.
Turning his head, he found that Heimos was still there even though Brother King had left. He didn’t say a word and just stood aside, staring at Garlan with golden-red eyes.
Being stared uncomfortably, Garlan didn’t know what he wanted to do, so he could only look back at Heimos with a look of confusion.
Heimos stood in silence for a while, and when he saw that Garlan didn’t respond, he spoke.
“I’m also heading off now.”
Garlan, “Huh?”
I know that you’re going. You said it just now, why did you have to repeat it again?
Heimos repeated quietly, “Me, too. I’m going to the battlefield.”
“…”
Finally feeling the expectation in the gaze that Heimos was staring at him, the corner of Garlan’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
Heimos, he appeared to be, might be, seemed to be, should be… wanted him to tell him the things he had just said to King Camos.
No.
How could he say it?
Forget about Brother King, Heimos was an enemy. He had been killed by his mortal enemy countless times. How could he bless the man who had ended his life so many times?
Impossible, impossible in this life.
Seeing Garlan pursing his lips, staring at him, and not saying a word, the look of expectation in the young man’s eyes dimmed. He stood there like a black wolf with its ears pulled down, and even the tail that seemed to be constantly wagging behind him hung down, looking listless.
…There was a continuous feeling of his conscience being tortured.
Seeing the pitiful appearance of the big wild wolf whose whole body was wilting, Garlan’s feelings were very entangled.
You’ll be a big demon in the future, what’s with this abandoned expression in your eyes just now?
…
…
Okay, okay, I’m scared of you.
“Then you…be careful, don’t be scared till you fall off the horse.”
Although in the end he couldn’t win with the look in Heimos’ eyes, Garlan compromised and couldn’t help but arrogantly include something to jinx him.
But the one being cursed didn’t care, or perhaps didn’t hear it at all. When Garlan said that, Heimos’ eyes lit up in an instant. The boy looked at him with bright eyes that were even slightly bent.
Then Heimos said okay, smiled, and stroked his head. He then turned away contentedly.
As a result, a lion and a wolf, whose furs were being stroked and coaxed, rushed happily to the battlefield.
The little prince, who was left alone, contemplated for a few days. He thought about how to remind Brother King of the reasons for carefully dealing with the corpses in the water source, while also continuing to think hard about ways to abolish his identity as a brother… Oh, no, he wasn’t alone. Ziemuer also stayed and took care of him.
Soon, Garlan didn’t have time to think about those two difficult questions.
Because the Shamash priest who was supposed to take care of him came in with a book and opened it while sitting by his bed.
Although his hands and feet were injured, his brain could still be used.
For this reason, Ziemuer started to teach him one-on-one.
Before, it took Garlan a full month to make Ziemuer completely disappointed in him. But now, Ziemuer had returned to the initial state where he was full of energy and worked hard to carve out this piece of wasted wood.
You’re not as qualified as Prince Heimos. So, you’ve to make up for it with diligence.
The priest of Shamash reprimanded Garlan with a sharp glance.
So, after that day, Garlan only felt physically and mentally exhausted.
Ah, the road ahead was bleak and there was no hope (of being useless) at all ah.
The little prince was very sad.
It was impossible to say that he didn’t want the throne at all. If he were to say it, no one would believe him. On the contrary, they would think that he was pretending to be comity.2
Garlan pondered hard.
So, if he were to just say that he thought that he was not as good as Heimos and thought the other was more suitable to be the heir to the throne… would that work?
…It might have worked before, but now…
Now that he knew his qualifications were not as good as Prince Heimos, that was why he had to use diligence to make up for it!
The current Ziemuer would probably teach him this righteously and then use all means to forcefully reverse his ‘decadent and negative’ thinking to a ‘positive and upward’ side.
As for Ziemuer’s methods of forcing people to be ‘positive’… Garlan shuddered when he thought of it.
No, no, this method won’t work either, absolutely not!
…
So, in the end, the only way was to let Brother King and Ziemuer take the initiative to abolish his path?
As Ziemuer was lecturing, Garlan, who was sitting on the bed, seemed to be listening obediently. However, his mind was already wandering, thinking about how to make Ziemuer abandon his own way.
For a time, the two thoughts diverged and didn’t match at all.
If the priest, who was so passionate and wanted to teach Garlan to be a good heir to the throne, knew what Garlan was thinking about at the moment, he would probably be furious.
Just when one was seriously teaching and the other was unmotivated to learn, there was a loud noise outside.
Ziemuer turned his head, followed the sound, and frowned suddenly when he discerned what he had heard. Being in frequent battles, he could vaguely hear the sound of metal crashing within the sea of noise. It was probably the sound of war weapons.
However, King Camos had already led the remaining cavalry to Vernal City. At this moment, they should be catching the cult’s slippery fish and the powerful people who secretly interacted with the cult in the city. It was impossible for them to return to Ayre Town now.
Just when Ziemuer got up and planned to go out to investigate, a rush of footsteps sounded, approaching closer.
Then, the door was slammed open.
“Lord Ziemuer!”
Someone opened the door and walked in quickly. It was one of the five cavalry soldiers left by King Camos to protect Garlan, and there were another two behind him.
It was late at night, but they were all dressed in leather armor and fully armed, looking at Ziemuer with solemn eyes.
Ziemuer got up and looked outside through the shoulders of several people. In the distant night, an abnormal firelight was faintly visible, as if a house were burning.
“What is happening outside? Why is it so noisy?”
The leading knight replied solemnly.
“My lord, the refugees in Ayre Town have launched a riot tonight! Now they are attacking the governing house in the town, and a group of rioting refugees are coming in our direction!”
“What!”
Ziemuer’s pupils shrank. Without a word, he quickly walked out, and the cavalry immediately followed him.
Garlan, who was left in the house, watched in astonishment as Ziemuer and the others filed out one by one. Through the open door, he could vaguely see the dangerous firelight swaying in the dark night from a distance.
…What?
Refugee riot?
Now? Here—?
Garlan subconsciously remembered the words that Heimos said to him late last night.
【If there is a next time, if you encounter such things…】
Heimos, you crow’s mouth!
Your curse has definitely come true!
1(Actual words:打草惊蛇) to act rashly and alert the enemy.
2Behaving in a considerate and courteous way/manner towards others.
