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In a room in the high-rise building of the ruling hall, the window was open, and the wounded Shamash priest sat on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed. Even in sickness, even when resting on the bed, Ziemuer still sat in a proper posture, with his back straight, and his hands folded over his abdomen, covering him. The blanket spread out neatly on him, and the two sides of the spread-out were evenly symmetrical.
Even if he was seriously ill, his face had obviously been taken care of, there was no trace of dust in his hair, no knots in the slightly curly hair, and a clean shaved chin. If it weren’t for the snow-white bandage on the shoulder, one couldn’t tell that this was a patient with serious injuries.
Ah, it is indeed Ziemuer.
King Camos who walked into the room said with emotion in his heart.
Sitting on the bed, Ziemuer turned his head sideways, looking down through the open window next to the bed, looking down at the scenes that were happening in the square below. He, who didn’t like noisy settings, didn’t dislike the noise coming from the square and just like that, he quietly looked at everything happening below.
His expression was faint, as calm as ever, with no expression, let alone what he was thinking at the moment.
It wasn’t until King Camos walked in that the movement made Ziemuer turn his head.
He moved as if he wanted to get up and salute.
Seeing his movements, Camos hurriedly walked two steps, pressing his hands on his shoulders and holding him down.
“Just lie down. If you were to burst open your wounds, it’ll only cause me trouble.”
Ziemuer thought about it seriously, probably because he felt that King Camos was right, so he didn’t insist on getting up and saluting King Camos.
“I heard you don’t plan to show up here?”
He asks.
King Camos gave a hum.
“If you show up here, those ministers will chirp and annoy me.”
“It’s not appropriate to give all the credit to Prince Garlan.”
“Why?”
“He is still too young.”
The wood was beautiful in the forest, and the wind would destroy it.
If it was too conspicuous, someone might look at it.
“Ha, still young? I remember that when I was his age, I also took the guards to conquer the bandits.”
Prince Camos, who was only nine years old at the time, used hunting as an excuse, but he took his guards and ran to the mountains to conquer thieves. Many people were scared enough. At the time, the commander of the army was even more desperate and took the large army to battle.
Who knew that when they got there, Camos actually solved the group of bandits by himself and had stunned the others.
Camos smiled when he thought back to his childhood.
He leaned against the other window in the room with his arms, lowered his head, and looked down at the large square below, watching the children reunited with their parents and the happy look from the heart of those who reunited, the corners of his lips rose slightly.
“How was it?”
He asked suddenly.
“What?”
Camos glanced at the square below.
He smiled and said, “How is my chosen brother?”
“…”
“Ha, the kid you look down on saved your life.”
Camos looked down, his eyes deep.
He continued, “Ziemuer, at that time, that kid was actually very scared.”
That day, when he suddenly appeared in Ayre Town with a hundred horses and appeared in front of everyone, everyone was shocked.
At that time, he didn’t reveal his identity, but rode over as an ordinary general, and lifted Garlan, who was standing there, on the back of his horse.
He stretched out his hand and hugged him, and he felt that the child’s back was soaked, and the muscles on the shoulders were stiff.
It was conceivable that Garlan was in what mood at the time, with a small body, facing the mob that could easily tear him to pieces.
But no matter how scared he was, the child never took a step back.
“Ziemuer, I know that you have always hoped that the heir to the throne I chose is a strong person. It would be better if he were to be as strong as I am.”
King Camos said with words that were very meaningful.
“However, there is a kind of power in this world that is invisible to the naked eye.”
He said, “You should feel it already, don’t you?”
Ziemuer was silent for a long time, and then he finally spoke.
“The Prince said, because I am a nobleman, I have a high self-esteem, so it is impossible for me to understand what those commoners want.”
He looked at King Camos and asked, “Is that really true?”
“Ah, this…”
Camos scratched his head, his eyes flickered.
“It seems that the Prince is right.”
Ziemuer lowered his eyes. His face was still calm and no expressions could be seen, but there was a touch of loss in his drooping eyes.
He had always prided himself on being the priest of the sun god, Shamash. He had always practiced justice by the God of justice, and he felt that he was good enough.
Therefore, he gradually began to believe that the conclusions he had reached must be correct.
It was not known when he went from self-affirming arrogance to arrogant pride—He became arrogant and began to believe that only he was right, and other people who stood against him must be wrong——He turned out to be such a terrible person who didn’t allow others to speak.
He only looked at the sky and forgot to look under his feet.
…
Unexpectedly, in the end, the little Prince, who was less than half his age, taught him a lesson so that he could clearly see himself.
He had always thought that the little Prince was weak, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, like a weak pet that couldn’t survive without anyone taking care of it.
But it was the child he thought was weak, that walked out of a safe place that night and stood in front of him and the other injured knights.
The child used his small body to protect those who were supposed to be his guardians.
【Ziemuer, there is a kind of power in this world that is invisible to the naked eye. 】
He recalled that dark night, under the threat of a sword, under the threat of death, the bright golden eyes of the young Prince, and the loud words.
【Aaron Landis’ national laws cannot be trampled on. 】
…
That may be what King Camos said, which was invisible to the naked eye.
The Shamash priest closed his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth without a trace.
The trace disappeared so fast that no one could see the sudden change in the corners of the lips of the priest who was used to expressionlessly.
“Yes, King Camos, you have chosen an excellent successor.”
Ziemuer said quietly,
“Although the qualifications are different, Prince Garlan whom you chose is indeed not inferior to Prince Heimos.”
When Ziemuer admitted that, King Camos was immediately happy.
“Ha, Ziemuer, you can be regarded as conceding defeat. As I said, my choice is definitely not wrong. How can the person I fancy isn’t good? you have to know—”
It was the first time the hard-headed priest orally admitted his loss, and Camos was so excited that he couldn’t stop talking.
“But.”
Ziemuer’s words changed abruptly, interrupting King Camos’ bragging about his good eye.
“Excellent qualifications don’t mean everything.”
He said bluntly, “Even if Prince Garlan does have excellent qualifications, as long as he continues like this, he will only be a waste, and he will definitely be left behind by Prince Heimos and become a mediocre person.”
King Camos hadn’t had the time to be excited because of his stubborn priest’s rare surrender and suddenly had a bad premonition.
“So, as the teacher of your designated prince, from now on, I’ll spare two hours a day to teach Prince Garlan myself.”
Ziemuer said that the time for personally teaching Garlan was changed from once a week to every day.
King Camos: “…”
It’s over. His little brother might end up crying.
…
…
The day passed quickly, the sun fell below the horizon, and the earth dimmed.
Vernal City has restored its usual tranquility, but the festive atmosphere still remains in the city. In the dark night, lights are lit one after another, dotting the city.
That night, it seemed that every household was filled with happy laughter and a warm atmosphere.
When King Camos walked into the room quickly, he saw the figure of Heimos as he had expected.
He hummed twice in his heart.
He was mentioning why he hadn’t seen this kid this afternoon, and true enough, he really ran to Garlan’s side again.
The Lion King squinted his eyes and stared at Heimos, who always came to his little brother while he was busy.
“Brother King?”
The little brother shouted softly, and this immediately made Camos throw Heimos out of his mind and happily leaned in front of his little Prince.
He reached out and rubbed the soft blond hair, the soft touch from his fingers made him feel good.
He leaned over, hugged Garlan, who was looking up at him, and rubbed his hair while pressing his face on the soft cheek of his little brother, and rubbed it.
Ah—I feel like my whole being has been purified.
King Camos, who had been busy all day, only felt satisfied both physically and mentally.
Garlan, who was held and rubbed by King Camos, was used to it for a long time. At first, he felt a little awkward. Later, he simply regarded King Camos as a big lion who liked to cuddle, hug and touch his head.
That was right. He was the mature version of the little milk lion Nergal.
As long as he thought about it this way, he didn’t feel awkward anymore.
“Brother King,” He asked, “Ziemuer, and the other Knights, how are they now?”
“Their injuries have been treated.”
“The knight with an injured eye, in the future, can he still stay in the army?”
“Don’t worry, I will arrange properly for him.”
Garlan hesitated for a moment but still asked.
“The deceased…”
He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice, his slender eyelashes cast a shallow shadow on the child’s milky cheeks.
Camos looked at Garlan, and gently touched his head with his big hand.
“He stood by his duty, protected you, and guarded his comrades.”
He said, “He will leave with honor as the knight of King Camos.”
“Garlan, don’t think too much, it’s late at night, you should rest.” He said gently, “There is only one thing you have to do now, and that is to heal your injury as soon as possible, you know?”
The little Prince nodded obediently at his Brother King.
Then he laid down.
Camos helped Garlan tuck the corners of the quilt. The child was nestled in the soft bedding, with light golden hair scattered on the snow-white pillows, only a palm-sized face was exposed from the bedding. The scattered hairs revealed a smooth forehead.
On that small face, big eyes like golden-amber looked at him blinking. The small appearance was so adorable that Camos couldn’t help but raise his lips.
He patted the quilt with one hand, then leaned over and kissed the corner of the child’s eye.
He said, “Good night, my little Prince.”
After speaking, King Camos got up and left.
Heimos, who was at a side, also walked to the bed, and it seemed that he also wanted to say goodnight to Garlan.
Before he reached the bed, he thought for a while, then suddenly turned around, closed the window that the wind was blowing in, and closed the curtains to block the moonlight outside, and then walked back to the bed.
“Then I’m leaving too.”
Garlan was lying on the bed, his little head nodded.
He opened his mouth, intending to say goodnight to Heimos politely.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Heimos suddenly leaning over, and that face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, making him stunned.
The young man leaned over and kissed Garlan’s forehead.
Then he got up and lightly said, “Good night.”
After speaking, Heimos left with a blank expression on his face.
His eyes were faint, and his expression was very calm. It seemed that what he had just done was as ordinary and natural as drinking and eating.
However, after the foot stepped out of the door, the yo9ung man’s right hand was clenched into a fist, and it shook slightly in the air.
It was like a gesture of celebrating success.
Then, he walked away quickly. His pace was brisk, and his back could see a little bit of joy.
In the room, only Garlan was left, whose eyes widened, and had been petrified.
Maybe you guys could see how insecure and anxious I was to release unedited chapters. Guess this is something I have to overcome right?
As usual, this chapter hasn’t been edited.
Sleepy and Lore have been busy and I don’t really want to rush them. So, it’ll be unedited & not proofread for now. Thank you for understanding.
I’m still thinking about when I should drop the additional chapter. Heh!
Drop me some comments, please. I wanna hear what you guys think!
Jeanie
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In a room in the high-rise building of the ruling hall, the window was open, and the wounded Shamash priest sat on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed. Even in sickness, even when resting on the bed, Ziemuer still sat in a proper posture, with his back straight, and his hands folded over his abdomen, covering him. The blanket spread out neatly on him, and the two sides of the spread-out were evenly symmetrical.
Even if he was seriously ill, his face had obviously been taken care of, there was no trace of dust in his hair, no knots in the slightly curly hair, and a clean shaved chin. If it weren’t for the snow-white bandage on the shoulder, one couldn’t tell that this was a patient with serious injuries.
Ah, it is indeed Ziemuer.
King Camos who walked into the room said with emotion in his heart.
Sitting on the bed, Ziemuer turned his head sideways, looking down through the open window next to the bed, looking down at the scenes that were happening in the square below. He, who didn’t like noisy settings, didn’t dislike the noise coming from the square and just like that, he quietly looked at everything happening below.
His expression was faint, as calm as ever, with no expression, let alone what he was thinking at the moment.
It wasn’t until King Camos walked in that the movement made Ziemuer turn his head.
He moved as if he wanted to get up and salute.
Seeing his movements, Camos hurriedly walked two steps, pressing his hands on his shoulders and holding him down.
“Just lie down. If you were to burst open your wounds, it’ll only cause me trouble.”
Ziemuer thought about it seriously, probably because he felt that King Camos was right, so he didn’t insist on getting up and saluting King Camos.
“I heard you don’t plan to show up here?”
He asks.
King Camos gave a hum.
“If you show up here, those ministers will chirp and annoy me.”
“It’s not appropriate to give all the credit to Prince Garlan.”
“Why?”
“He is still too young.”
The wood was beautiful in the forest, and the wind would destroy it.
If it was too conspicuous, someone might look at it.
“Ha, still young? I remember that when I was his age, I also took the guards to conquer the bandits.”
Prince Camos, who was only nine years old at the time, used hunting as an excuse, but he took his guards and ran to the mountains to conquer thieves. Many people were scared enough. At the time, the commander of the army was even more desperate and took the large army to battle.
Who knew that when they got there, Camos actually solved the group of bandits by himself and had stunned the others.
Camos smiled when he thought back to his childhood.
He leaned against the other window in the room with his arms, lowered his head, and looked down at the large square below, watching the children reunited with their parents and the happy look from the heart of those who reunited, the corners of his lips rose slightly.
“How was it?”
He asked suddenly.
“What?”
Camos glanced at the square below.
He smiled and said, “How is my chosen brother?”
“…”
“Ha, the kid you look down on saved your life.”
Camos looked down, his eyes deep.
He continued, “Ziemuer, at that time, that kid was actually very scared.”
That day, when he suddenly appeared in Ayre Town with a hundred horses and appeared in front of everyone, everyone was shocked.
At that time, he didn’t reveal his identity, but rode over as an ordinary general, and lifted Garlan, who was standing there, on the back of his horse.
He stretched out his hand and hugged him, and he felt that the child’s back was soaked, and the muscles on the shoulders were stiff.
It was conceivable that Garlan was in what mood at the time, with a small body, facing the mob that could easily tear him to pieces.
But no matter how scared he was, the child never took a step back.
“Ziemuer, I know that you have always hoped that the heir to the throne I chose is a strong person. It would be better if he were to be as strong as I am.”
King Camos said with words that were very meaningful.
“However, there is a kind of power in this world that is invisible to the naked eye.”
He said, “You should feel it already, don’t you?”
Ziemuer was silent for a long time, and then he finally spoke.
“The Prince said, because I am a nobleman, I have a high self-esteem, so it is impossible for me to understand what those commoners want.”
He looked at King Camos and asked, “Is that really true?”
“Ah, this…”
Camos scratched his head, his eyes flickered.
“It seems that the Prince is right.”
Ziemuer lowered his eyes. His face was still calm and no expressions could be seen, but there was a touch of loss in his drooping eyes.
He had always prided himself on being the priest of the sun god, Shamash. He had always practiced justice by the God of justice, and he felt that he was good enough.
Therefore, he gradually began to believe that the conclusions he had reached must be correct.
It was not known when he went from self-affirming arrogance to arrogant pride—He became arrogant and began to believe that only he was right, and other people who stood against him must be wrong——He turned out to be such a terrible person who didn’t allow others to speak.
He only looked at the sky and forgot to look under his feet.
…
Unexpectedly, in the end, the little Prince, who was less than half his age, taught him a lesson so that he could clearly see himself.
He had always thought that the little Prince was weak, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, like a weak pet that couldn’t survive without anyone taking care of it.
But it was the child he thought was weak, that walked out of a safe place that night and stood in front of him and the other injured knights.
The child used his small body to protect those who were supposed to be his guardians.
【Ziemuer, there is a kind of power in this world that is invisible to the naked eye. 】
He recalled that dark night, under the threat of a sword, under the threat of death, the bright golden eyes of the young Prince, and the loud words.
【Aaron Landis’ national laws cannot be trampled on. 】
…
That may be what King Camos said, which was invisible to the naked eye.
The Shamash priest closed his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth without a trace.
The trace disappeared so fast that no one could see the sudden change in the corners of the lips of the priest who was used to expressionlessly.
“Yes, King Camos, you have chosen an excellent successor.”
Ziemuer said quietly,
“Although the qualifications are different, Prince Garlan whom you chose is indeed not inferior to Prince Heimos.”
When Ziemuer admitted that, King Camos was immediately happy.
“Ha, Ziemuer, you can be regarded as conceding defeat. As I said, my choice is definitely not wrong. How can the person I fancy isn’t good? you have to know—”
It was the first time the hard-headed priest orally admitted his loss, and Camos was so excited that he couldn’t stop talking.
“But.”
Ziemuer’s words changed abruptly, interrupting King Camos’ bragging about his good eye.
“Excellent qualifications don’t mean everything.”
He said bluntly, “Even if Prince Garlan does have excellent qualifications, as long as he continues like this, he will only be a waste, and he will definitely be left behind by Prince Heimos and become a mediocre person.”
King Camos hadn’t had the time to be excited because of his stubborn priest’s rare surrender and suddenly had a bad premonition.
“So, as the teacher of your designated prince, from now on, I’ll spare two hours a day to teach Prince Garlan myself.”
Ziemuer said that the time for personally teaching Garlan was changed from once a week to every day.
King Camos: “…”
It’s over. His little brother might end up crying.
…
…
The day passed quickly, the sun fell below the horizon, and the earth dimmed.
Vernal City has restored its usual tranquility, but the festive atmosphere still remains in the city. In the dark night, lights are lit one after another, dotting the city.
That night, it seemed that every household was filled with happy laughter and a warm atmosphere.
When King Camos walked into the room quickly, he saw the figure of Heimos as he had expected.
He hummed twice in his heart.
He was mentioning why he hadn’t seen this kid this afternoon, and true enough, he really ran to Garlan’s side again.
The Lion King squinted his eyes and stared at Heimos, who always came to his little brother while he was busy.
“Brother King?”
The little brother shouted softly, and this immediately made Camos throw Heimos out of his mind and happily leaned in front of his little Prince.
He reached out and rubbed the soft blond hair, the soft touch from his fingers made him feel good.
He leaned over, hugged Garlan, who was looking up at him, and rubbed his hair while pressing his face on the soft cheek of his little brother, and rubbed it.
Ah—I feel like my whole being has been purified.
King Camos, who had been busy all day, only felt satisfied both physically and mentally.
Garlan, who was held and rubbed by King Camos, was used to it for a long time. At first, he felt a little awkward. Later, he simply regarded King Camos as a big lion who liked to cuddle, hug and touch his head.
That was right. He was the mature version of the little milk lion Nergal.
As long as he thought about it this way, he didn’t feel awkward anymore.
“Brother King,” He asked, “Ziemuer, and the other Knights, how are they now?”
“Their injuries have been treated.”
“The knight with an injured eye, in the future, can he still stay in the army?”
“Don’t worry, I will arrange properly for him.”
Garlan hesitated for a moment but still asked.
“The deceased…”
He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice, his slender eyelashes cast a shallow shadow on the child’s milky cheeks.
Camos looked at Garlan, and gently touched his head with his big hand.
“He stood by his duty, protected you, and guarded his comrades.”
He said, “He will leave with honor as the knight of King Camos.”
“Garlan, don’t think too much, it’s late at night, you should rest.” He said gently, “There is only one thing you have to do now, and that is to heal your injury as soon as possible, you know?”
The little Prince nodded obediently at his Brother King.
Then he laid down.
Camos helped Garlan tuck the corners of the quilt. The child was nestled in the soft bedding, with light golden hair scattered on the snow-white pillows, only a palm-sized face was exposed from the bedding. The scattered hairs revealed a smooth forehead.
On that small face, big eyes like golden-amber looked at him blinking. The small appearance was so adorable that Camos couldn’t help but raise his lips.
He patted the quilt with one hand, then leaned over and kissed the corner of the child’s eye.
He said, “Good night, my little Prince.”
After speaking, King Camos got up and left.
Heimos, who was at a side, also walked to the bed, and it seemed that he also wanted to say goodnight to Garlan.
Before he reached the bed, he thought for a while, then suddenly turned around, closed the window that the wind was blowing in, and closed the curtains to block the moonlight outside, and then walked back to the bed.
“Then I’m leaving too.”
Garlan was lying on the bed, his little head nodded.
He opened his mouth, intending to say goodnight to Heimos politely.
However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Heimos suddenly leaning over, and that face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, making him stunned.
The young man leaned over and kissed Garlan’s forehead.
Then he got up and lightly said, “Good night.”
After speaking, Heimos left with a blank expression on his face.
His eyes were faint, and his expression was very calm. It seemed that what he had just done was as ordinary and natural as drinking and eating.
However, after the foot stepped out of the door, the yo9ung man’s right hand was clenched into a fist, and it shook slightly in the air.
It was like a gesture of celebrating success.
Then, he walked away quickly. His pace was brisk, and his back could see a little bit of joy.
In the room, only Garlan was left, whose eyes widened, and had been petrified.
Maybe you guys could see how insecure and anxious I was to release unedited chapters. Guess this is something I have to overcome right?
As usual, this chapter hasn’t been edited.
Sleepy and Lore have been busy and I don’t really want to rush them. So, it’ll be unedited & not proofread for now. Thank you for understanding.
I’m still thinking about when I should drop the additional chapter. Heh!
Drop me some comments, please. I wanna hear what you guys think!
Jeanie
