Escape was not easy.
No matter how much Radan tried to find a way, it was to no avail. After the nightmare, Leshak changed his sleeping habits.
For a while, he would bring a chair by the bed and sit there and fall asleep. Even then, all he would do was watch Radan fall asleep first, and then he would take a quick nap at dawn.
At the same time, Radan couldn’t sleep properly either.
”……..”
Radan held his breath and listened.
Yesterday there had been a small accident in which Leshak, who was sleeping on a chair, leaned over and hit his forehead against the backrest. There were no scars left behind, and luckily he didn’t fall, but for Radan it was a cushion of thorns the whole time.
This time, if Leshak was about to fall, Radan was planning to hold onto him well before that.
(Sliding down) –
At one point, he heard the sound of a blanket slipping. Radan got up quickly and fumbled on the floor for a blanket. After a while, the blanket quietly landed on Leshak’s body again.
Radan stood still for a while. Even with the blanket covering him, Radan still felt there was something missing. He then picked up the pillow he had been sleeping on and tried to bring it to Leshak, but he gave up because he didn’t want to wake him up.
Radan sat down at Leshak’s feet instead of lying back down on the bed. He grabbed the end of the blanket and traced it carefully, covering all of his feet. Even then, Radan listened to him for a while. Radan fell asleep in that position a little later.
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As usual, it was a busy morning.
The morning shift guards took over for the early hour guards, and the morning meal for the whole army was prepared. While the early hour guards waited for their turn to wash, they practiced with swords and spears.
Meanwhile, a messenger arrived on horseback. The son who had inherited the title of Count Custer, was heading here to join Leshak’s army in his father’s sted.
The herald said that the young Count Custer would arrive in two days at the latest, and that his father’s funeral would be held there at the military camp. He also asked for Leshek to bestow a coffin of the Imperial Family before the end of the mourning period.
“That’s the most amazing thing I’ve heard recently.”
Abadd shook his head. Even Sidris, who had expressed his sympathy, could not hide his ridicule.
“He wants Leshak to grant his father a coffin of the Imperial Family? To a person who violated military rules, went to a brothel, and was assassinated there? How can he not know that he’s in no position to ask anything, that he should be grateful just for being allowed this period of mourning?”
“I guess a lack of shame might be a genetic disease in that bloodline.”
“I can’t say I disagree. Damn it.”
It’s nonsense, but he had to report it because it was an official messenger from the noble family. The two were heading towards Leshak’s barracks.
“By the way,” A
Abadd opened his mouth abruptly in front of the barracks.
“Yes?” S
“Did he sleep like that again today? Did he sleep in the chair?” A
“……..” S
Sidris refused to answer. It seemed like a reaction that was a positive affirmation, which he didn’t want to affirm.
“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to have him sleep in another barracks altogether? Shall I tell him today?” A
“It’s no use. I have already said that.” S
“What did he say?” A
“He said, ‘What if he has a sore throat in the middle of the night’?” S
Abadd rolled his eyes.
“…….. Hmm? Who?” A
“Who else? Sir¹ Mjab, whose neck was injured thanks to His Majesty.” S
Radan’s title became Sir¹ Mjab. Since he didn’t have a title, he couldn’t be called a Lord, but that didn’t mean he could continue to be called a prostitute.
“No, I’m sure he’ll sleep in the chair……. Or you can put another bed or something.” A
“It will take quite some time to build a new bed. And regardless of that, His Majesty doesn’t seem to want a two-bed situation.” S
“What about putting Mjab to sleep on the floor? We can put several blankets down. We also have plenty of bear skins.” A
Sidris clicked his tongue.
“You still don’t know His Majesty. Do you think His Majesty is one who would put his courtship partner on the floor to sleep?” S
“But he can’t keep sleeping in the chair. How long is he going to do that?” A
“Until His Majesty is well satisfied.” S
“What are you talking about? A
“He won’t sleep normally yet. He’s still shocked by his actions.” S
Abadd kicked the stone lying peacefully on the ground.
“……..Count Custer’s shameless words and deeds are even more astonishing when compared to the Crown Prince of Ibeden sleeping in his chair.” S
“I don’t like it either.” A
“Well, what else is there that anyone can do? We can only hope that Mjab will get better soon. Or do you want to give them a bed yourself?” S
“It’s not like His Majesty will just accept concessions just because you’re offering them.” A
“That……. Hey, lower your voice now. He could hear you. My lord, I’m coming in.” S
Sidris and Abadd entered the barracks.
“Huh…..”
“This…….“
And they stopped in their tracks.
Leshak was still sleeping on the chair. There were traces of not sleeping for several days darkly smeared around his eyes. Abadd and Sidris shared a common opinion that this seemed to be a dangerous attraction, but it seemed pitiful anyway.
At Leshak’s feet was Radan, who was crouched down and sleeping. It was a very strange sight. It was for a different reason than the awkward existence of the abandoned bed next to them.
It was sad and lovely.
With Radan’s hand resting on the blanket that covered Leshak’s feet, one could clearly be able to see what he was thinking before falling asleep.
Abadd whispered into Sidris’ ear.
“I think I’ve been thinking about something the wrong way.” A
“What?” S
“I thought that the reason women like His Majesty more than me must be because of his face. But His Majesty is a fair monarch, too fair to be insincere. He’s not the kind of person who makes up empty words that women would like to hear. Lip service is my specialty.” A
“What are you talking about?” S
“But it wasn’t his face. First of all, Sir Mjab doesn’t know how handsome His Majesty’s face is. Still, see how much he likes him. His Majesty had other charms besides his face…….Damn, so what am I competing with now?” A
Sidris received Abadd’s words with an expression that said ‘if His Majesty were in front of you, he’d smack you in the back of your head’.
“If you’d get over that crazy idea that you’re in competition with His Majesty, maybe you’d have a little bit of charm too.” S
“Doesn’t my charm come from my crazy unpredictability?” A
“No woman likes a madman.” S
After resolutely cutting off Abadd’s nonsense, Sidris approached Leshak’s side. It was the time when the sun was now moving towards the middle of the sky. It’s time to wake up.
“Your Majesty.”
He spoke out in a clear voice, not a whisper, and touched Leshak. Leshak immediately opened his eyes.
“…….. Ah. Is it time to wake up already?”
“It’s past time, My Lord.”
“Alright.”
Just as Leshak was about to get up, he saw Radan crouching at his feet. All of a sudden, his expression darkened.
“Why is he doing this? Did you guys just watch this?”
“No, My Lord…..we also just arrived.”
Leshak pushed past the Guardian Knights who were making excuses, and hugged Radan who then woke up.
“M,My Lord……?”
“Alright. Why are you sleeping on the floor?“
“Ah, that…….”
Leshak put Radan down on the bed. Radan shook his head and got up.
“I slept. I slept already.”
“On the floor?”
“That…….”
Radan swallowed as he mumbled that he was not willing to lie down alone. Somehow Leshak didn’t seem to be in a good mood right now. When Laud was in a bad mood, the best thing Radan could do was keep his mouth shut.
“Don’t do this in the future.”
”………”
“Radan. I’m not sleeping on the chair to make you feel bad. There’s a reason for it. So for the time being, we’ll do this.”
”……..”
“Let’s finish sleeping for now, or are you hungry?”
“Al,alright.”
But it was hard to keep his mouth shut in front of Leshak. It was painful for Radan to endure Leshak sleeping on the chair.
“Then… Your Highness, too… don’t sleep in the chair… please.”
“Radan.”
“Th,that’s…not, proper….it’s not right.”
“I said there was a reason.”
“Your Majesty, if you don’t sleep well, I can’t sleep well either……I don’t like…sleeping like.. that.”
Radan stopped the difficult conversation. He wasn’t sure if he could ask for something from the Crown Prince just because he didn’t like it. Saying he doesn’t like what he’s doing, and telling him what to do because he doesn’t like it, are two different things.
“Radan .”
Leshak leaned over and pressed his face close.
“Say it again, what you said?”
“…… your, angry……,”
“No, I’m not angry, so say it again.”
“Err,”
Leshak intercepted his answer, perhaps because he was frustrated by his slow speech.
“If I can’t sleep, you can’t sleep either?”
“Of course,”
Abadd and Sidris could hear the laughter that Karum alone missed. It was refreshing to see Crown Prince Leshak burst into laughter.
“Because it hasn’t really been not that long.”
Leshak wrapped his hand around Radan’s head and kissed him softly.
“Uhh,”
Radan was unprepared and bit Leshak’s lips in surprise. Regardless of Radan’s surprised reaction, Leshak continued to kiss him involuntarily.
“Okay. Then I’m going to sleep in bed from now on. In case you’re unprepared, you can think of a way to do it.”
“…… !”
“…….”
Sidris and Abadd wanted to sigh.
Was it this simple? When they were talking, this person wasn’t even listening! Sidris sighed one step ahead of Abadd who was opening his mouth.
“Majesty. Count Custer’s messenger has arrived. Can I relate it to you?”
“After Radan finishes his meal.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Karum brought a tub of water, and Leshak and Radan finished washing their faces in turn. Count Custer’s messenger was able to visit Prince Leshak shortly after noon
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Granting a coffin of the Imperial Family was a fairly complicated matter. Although the Royal etiquette was complicated, Leshak and the Guardian Knights thought that the death of Count Custer, who died while breaking military rules by entering a brothel, could not be called a warrior’s death. Finally, a compromise was found.
Although an imperial coffin was not permitted, it was decided to grant a normal coffin at the individual discretion of Crown Prince Leshak. Also it was a condition that Leshak himself would attend the funeral.
The new Count Custer’s messenger returned with a satisfied look on his face, and then began to inquire about a craftsman who would deliver a coffin that could be used within two days at Leshak’s military camp.
As a matter of course, the movement of Leshak’s army also spread to the nearby commercial district.
This rumor spread to the people of Mjab very quickly. So the unexpected news brought crazy and unexpected results.
“How big is his butt? Thanks to him, the mourning period is extended to the funeral.”
There’s been a staff meeting held every evening. Although it seemed quiet throughout the mourning period, Leshak was busy. The reconnaissance team was busy because they had strengthened their vigilance. Not only were they looking around, but they were also keenly chasing the enemy’s movements.
When someone complained, Abadd asked.
“How far is he now?”
“Half a day away, I’d say. But for the young Count I’d say it’s more like a day’s distance.”
“Oh, he’s heavy. I’m sure he inherited the size of his butt from his father.”
“There are rumors that they also inherited his dirty hobby.”
“Ugh, that’s embarrassing.”
It was Sidris’s role to sort out the trivial gossip that followed.
“You guys, if you’re going to say something like that, get out. Since when did the meeting with His Majesty become a time to gossip?”
Abadd smiled at Sidris.
“As expected. I thought it was time for you to say that. If you didn’t say it, it would feel like something is missing.”
The Guardian Knights who had been bantering up until then, responded lightly by calling him a, ‘Crazy guy’, and Sidris responded by ignoring it.
“Is Veroz still there?”
Asked Leshak, who was looking at the map on the table while thinking of the next battle.
Veroz was called the Knight of Speed, he led a reconnaissance force made up of nimble knights.
“The sun has gone down and he will be back soon, Your Majesty.”
Around that time, Veroz arrived.
“Your Majesty.”
He was panting a bit. It was clear that he had run in a hurry without even having time to catch his breath. As he was gasping for words after barely being able to speak, there was a sense of tension in the barracks. It meant that there was news that had to be delivered urgently.
“Would you like some water, Roz?”
Abadd took a cup of water from the table and handed it to Veroz. Veroz nodded, took the cup of water and gulped it down before he could speak.
“The front of Kemened is behaving suspiciously. The troops keep moving.”
“Alright? Leaving or entering?”
“Their not leaving. There were many signs of trying to hide what the military was doing. They seem to be moving in secret.”
“Where?”
“It is being investigated by some of the scouts right now. But the funny thing is,”
Veroz paused to catch his breath.
“Something interesting?”
“There are rumors going around.”
“What?”
“What are they?”
The other Guardian Knights had to intervene because Veroz’s expression became very strange when he brought up the word “monster”.
“There are rumors that ……..Your Highness is dead.
It was definitely a rumor.
Leshak, who is living well and is doing fine, smiled with no sign of surprise.
“I think the mourning period was too long, but why that in particular?”
“There are two reasons. One was the screams heard coming from His Highness’s barracks a few days ago, and the second is because your army has been looking for a coffin for urgent use. The combination of the two seems to have culminated into a rumor that His Majesty is dead.”
The rumor wasn’t the issue, the problem was why the rumor was formed.
Sidris spoke.
“That’s a problem.”
These things were true, but the problem was that the commotion coming from Leshak’s barracks in the middle of the night leaked out too quickly.
“It looks like the enemy is close, or it could be a spy.”
“A spy? How many years have you been with Leshak?”
When Abadd asked the question, Sidris gave a cool reply.
“It’s not like there weren’t any people coming and going. Just recently there was a tailor here.”
Veroz added.
“If there is a spy, he will be connected to Kemened. If so, that explains Kemened’s suspicious movements. The information speaking to His Majesty’s death must have led to their intent to launch a surprise attack.”
Leshak’s forehead tightened. It was the same with the other Guardian Knights.
“This will be fun.”
The battle was approaching.
If Veroz’s guess was correct, even a surprise attack would still be a large-scale attack. Unless the Prince of Kemened was an idiot, this golden opportunity could not be squandered by ignoring it.
Abadd spoke out.
“Now tomorrow right……..No, from now on, we will prepare for a surprise attack. This is an opportunity for us as well. If Kemened has planned an attack then they’ve moved their army, that means the road to the capital would be empty.”
Leshak nodded his head.
“I am of the same opinion. But before that….”
the eyes of the Crown Prince, who had led undefeated battles for seven years, shone fiercely.
“….take out Kemened’s spies. That comes first.”
At some point nighttime fell. As if hinting at the coming fortunes of war, the color of the moon darkened. Soon, even the shadow of the moon sinking in the darkness would begin the red bloody moon.
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T/N
¹ The word used is Gong (공 ) which can mean several things, amongst them it can mean an honorary title ( it DOESN’T mean Sir ). Because this is BL I didn’t want thing to be confusing by writing gong, so I just went with Sir. I considered other things but they were either weird sounding or confusing in English.
Escape was not easy.
No matter how much Radan tried to find a way, it was to no avail. After the nightmare, Leshak changed his sleeping habits.
For a while, he would bring a chair by the bed and sit there and fall asleep. Even then, all he would do was watch Radan fall asleep first, and then he would take a quick nap at dawn.
At the same time, Radan couldn’t sleep properly either.
”……..”
Radan held his breath and listened.
Yesterday there had been a small accident in which Leshak, who was sleeping on a chair, leaned over and hit his forehead against the backrest. There were no scars left behind, and luckily he didn’t fall, but for Radan it was a cushion of thorns the whole time.
This time, if Leshak was about to fall, Radan was planning to hold onto him well before that.
(Sliding down) –
At one point, he heard the sound of a blanket slipping. Radan got up quickly and fumbled on the floor for a blanket. After a while, the blanket quietly landed on Leshak’s body again.
Radan stood still for a while. Even with the blanket covering him, Radan still felt there was something missing. He then picked up the pillow he had been sleeping on and tried to bring it to Leshak, but he gave up because he didn’t want to wake him up.
Radan sat down at Leshak’s feet instead of lying back down on the bed. He grabbed the end of the blanket and traced it carefully, covering all of his feet. Even then, Radan listened to him for a while. Radan fell asleep in that position a little later.
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As usual, it was a busy morning.
The morning shift guards took over for the early hour guards, and the morning meal for the whole army was prepared. While the early hour guards waited for their turn to wash, they practiced with swords and spears.
Meanwhile, a messenger arrived on horseback. The son who had inherited the title of Count Custer, was heading here to join Leshak’s army in his father’s sted.
The herald said that the young Count Custer would arrive in two days at the latest, and that his father’s funeral would be held there at the military camp. He also asked for Leshek to bestow a coffin of the Imperial Family before the end of the mourning period.
“That’s the most amazing thing I’ve heard recently.”
Abadd shook his head. Even Sidris, who had expressed his sympathy, could not hide his ridicule.
“He wants Leshak to grant his father a coffin of the Imperial Family? To a person who violated military rules, went to a brothel, and was assassinated there? How can he not know that he’s in no position to ask anything, that he should be grateful just for being allowed this period of mourning?”
“I guess a lack of shame might be a genetic disease in that bloodline.”
“I can’t say I disagree. Damn it.”
It’s nonsense, but he had to report it because it was an official messenger from the noble family. The two were heading towards Leshak’s barracks.
“By the way,” A
Abadd opened his mouth abruptly in front of the barracks.
“Yes?” S
“Did he sleep like that again today? Did he sleep in the chair?” A
“……..” S
Sidris refused to answer. It seemed like a reaction that was a positive affirmation, which he didn’t want to affirm.
“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to have him sleep in another barracks altogether? Shall I tell him today?” A
“It’s no use. I have already said that.” S
“What did he say?” A
“He said, ‘What if he has a sore throat in the middle of the night’?” S
Abadd rolled his eyes.
“…….. Hmm? Who?” A
“Who else? Sir¹ Mjab, whose neck was injured thanks to His Majesty.” S
Radan’s title became Sir¹ Mjab. Since he didn’t have a title, he couldn’t be called a Lord, but that didn’t mean he could continue to be called a prostitute.
“No, I’m sure he’ll sleep in the chair……. Or you can put another bed or something.” A
“It will take quite some time to build a new bed. And regardless of that, His Majesty doesn’t seem to want a two-bed situation.” S
“What about putting Mjab to sleep on the floor? We can put several blankets down. We also have plenty of bear skins.” A
Sidris clicked his tongue.
“You still don’t know His Majesty. Do you think His Majesty is one who would put his courtship partner on the floor to sleep?” S
“But he can’t keep sleeping in the chair. How long is he going to do that?” A
“Until His Majesty is well satisfied.” S
“What are you talking about? A
“He won’t sleep normally yet. He’s still shocked by his actions.” S
Abadd kicked the stone lying peacefully on the ground.
“……..Count Custer’s shameless words and deeds are even more astonishing when compared to the Crown Prince of Ibeden sleeping in his chair.” S
“I don’t like it either.” A
“Well, what else is there that anyone can do? We can only hope that Mjab will get better soon. Or do you want to give them a bed yourself?” S
“It’s not like His Majesty will just accept concessions just because you’re offering them.” A
“That……. Hey, lower your voice now. He could hear you. My lord, I’m coming in.” S
Sidris and Abadd entered the barracks.
“Huh…..”
“This…….“
And they stopped in their tracks.
Leshak was still sleeping on the chair. There were traces of not sleeping for several days darkly smeared around his eyes. Abadd and Sidris shared a common opinion that this seemed to be a dangerous attraction, but it seemed pitiful anyway.
At Leshak’s feet was Radan, who was crouched down and sleeping. It was a very strange sight. It was for a different reason than the awkward existence of the abandoned bed next to them.
It was sad and lovely.
With Radan’s hand resting on the blanket that covered Leshak’s feet, one could clearly be able to see what he was thinking before falling asleep.
Abadd whispered into Sidris’ ear.
“I think I’ve been thinking about something the wrong way.” A
“What?” S
“I thought that the reason women like His Majesty more than me must be because of his face. But His Majesty is a fair monarch, too fair to be insincere. He’s not the kind of person who makes up empty words that women would like to hear. Lip service is my specialty.” A
“What are you talking about?” S
“But it wasn’t his face. First of all, Sir Mjab doesn’t know how handsome His Majesty’s face is. Still, see how much he likes him. His Majesty had other charms besides his face…….Damn, so what am I competing with now?” A
Sidris received Abadd’s words with an expression that said ‘if His Majesty were in front of you, he’d smack you in the back of your head’.
“If you’d get over that crazy idea that you’re in competition with His Majesty, maybe you’d have a little bit of charm too.” S
“Doesn’t my charm come from my crazy unpredictability?” A
“No woman likes a madman.” S
After resolutely cutting off Abadd’s nonsense, Sidris approached Leshak’s side. It was the time when the sun was now moving towards the middle of the sky. It’s time to wake up.
“Your Majesty.”
He spoke out in a clear voice, not a whisper, and touched Leshak. Leshak immediately opened his eyes.
“…….. Ah. Is it time to wake up already?”
“It’s past time, My Lord.”
“Alright.”
Just as Leshak was about to get up, he saw Radan crouching at his feet. All of a sudden, his expression darkened.
“Why is he doing this? Did you guys just watch this?”
“No, My Lord…..we also just arrived.”
Leshak pushed past the Guardian Knights who were making excuses, and hugged Radan who then woke up.
“M,My Lord……?”
“Alright. Why are you sleeping on the floor?“
“Ah, that…….”
Leshak put Radan down on the bed. Radan shook his head and got up.
“I slept. I slept already.”
“On the floor?”
“That…….”
Radan swallowed as he mumbled that he was not willing to lie down alone. Somehow Leshak didn’t seem to be in a good mood right now. When Laud was in a bad mood, the best thing Radan could do was keep his mouth shut.
“Don’t do this in the future.”
”………”
“Radan. I’m not sleeping on the chair to make you feel bad. There’s a reason for it. So for the time being, we’ll do this.”
”……..”
“Let’s finish sleeping for now, or are you hungry?”
“Al,alright.”
But it was hard to keep his mouth shut in front of Leshak. It was painful for Radan to endure Leshak sleeping on the chair.
“Then… Your Highness, too… don’t sleep in the chair… please.”
“Radan.”
“Th,that’s…not, proper….it’s not right.”
“I said there was a reason.”
“Your Majesty, if you don’t sleep well, I can’t sleep well either……I don’t like…sleeping like.. that.”
Radan stopped the difficult conversation. He wasn’t sure if he could ask for something from the Crown Prince just because he didn’t like it. Saying he doesn’t like what he’s doing, and telling him what to do because he doesn’t like it, are two different things.
“Radan .”
Leshak leaned over and pressed his face close.
“Say it again, what you said?”
“…… your, angry……,”
“No, I’m not angry, so say it again.”
“Err,”
Leshak intercepted his answer, perhaps because he was frustrated by his slow speech.
“If I can’t sleep, you can’t sleep either?”
“Of course,”
Abadd and Sidris could hear the laughter that Karum alone missed. It was refreshing to see Crown Prince Leshak burst into laughter.
“Because it hasn’t really been not that long.”
Leshak wrapped his hand around Radan’s head and kissed him softly.
“Uhh,”
Radan was unprepared and bit Leshak’s lips in surprise. Regardless of Radan’s surprised reaction, Leshak continued to kiss him involuntarily.
“Okay. Then I’m going to sleep in bed from now on. In case you’re unprepared, you can think of a way to do it.”
“…… !”
“…….”
Sidris and Abadd wanted to sigh.
Was it this simple? When they were talking, this person wasn’t even listening! Sidris sighed one step ahead of Abadd who was opening his mouth.
“Majesty. Count Custer’s messenger has arrived. Can I relate it to you?”
“After Radan finishes his meal.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Karum brought a tub of water, and Leshak and Radan finished washing their faces in turn. Count Custer’s messenger was able to visit Prince Leshak shortly after noon
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Granting a coffin of the Imperial Family was a fairly complicated matter. Although the Royal etiquette was complicated, Leshak and the Guardian Knights thought that the death of Count Custer, who died while breaking military rules by entering a brothel, could not be called a warrior’s death. Finally, a compromise was found.
Although an imperial coffin was not permitted, it was decided to grant a normal coffin at the individual discretion of Crown Prince Leshak. Also it was a condition that Leshak himself would attend the funeral.
The new Count Custer’s messenger returned with a satisfied look on his face, and then began to inquire about a craftsman who would deliver a coffin that could be used within two days at Leshak’s military camp.
As a matter of course, the movement of Leshak’s army also spread to the nearby commercial district.
This rumor spread to the people of Mjab very quickly. So the unexpected news brought crazy and unexpected results.
“How big is his butt? Thanks to him, the mourning period is extended to the funeral.”
There’s been a staff meeting held every evening. Although it seemed quiet throughout the mourning period, Leshak was busy. The reconnaissance team was busy because they had strengthened their vigilance. Not only were they looking around, but they were also keenly chasing the enemy’s movements.
When someone complained, Abadd asked.
“How far is he now?”
“Half a day away, I’d say. But for the young Count I’d say it’s more like a day’s distance.”
“Oh, he’s heavy. I’m sure he inherited the size of his butt from his father.”
“There are rumors that they also inherited his dirty hobby.”
“Ugh, that’s embarrassing.”
It was Sidris’s role to sort out the trivial gossip that followed.
“You guys, if you’re going to say something like that, get out. Since when did the meeting with His Majesty become a time to gossip?”
Abadd smiled at Sidris.
“As expected. I thought it was time for you to say that. If you didn’t say it, it would feel like something is missing.”
The Guardian Knights who had been bantering up until then, responded lightly by calling him a, ‘Crazy guy’, and Sidris responded by ignoring it.
“Is Veroz still there?”
Asked Leshak, who was looking at the map on the table while thinking of the next battle.
Veroz was called the Knight of Speed, he led a reconnaissance force made up of nimble knights.
“The sun has gone down and he will be back soon, Your Majesty.”
Around that time, Veroz arrived.
“Your Majesty.”
He was panting a bit. It was clear that he had run in a hurry without even having time to catch his breath. As he was gasping for words after barely being able to speak, there was a sense of tension in the barracks. It meant that there was news that had to be delivered urgently.
“Would you like some water, Roz?”
Abadd took a cup of water from the table and handed it to Veroz. Veroz nodded, took the cup of water and gulped it down before he could speak.
“The front of Kemened is behaving suspiciously. The troops keep moving.”
“Alright? Leaving or entering?”
“Their not leaving. There were many signs of trying to hide what the military was doing. They seem to be moving in secret.”
“Where?”
“It is being investigated by some of the scouts right now. But the funny thing is,”
Veroz paused to catch his breath.
“Something interesting?”
“There are rumors going around.”
“What?”
“What are they?”
The other Guardian Knights had to intervene because Veroz’s expression became very strange when he brought up the word “monster”.
“There are rumors that ……..Your Highness is dead.
It was definitely a rumor.
Leshak, who is living well and is doing fine, smiled with no sign of surprise.
“I think the mourning period was too long, but why that in particular?”
“There are two reasons. One was the screams heard coming from His Highness’s barracks a few days ago, and the second is because your army has been looking for a coffin for urgent use. The combination of the two seems to have culminated into a rumor that His Majesty is dead.”
The rumor wasn’t the issue, the problem was why the rumor was formed.
Sidris spoke.
“That’s a problem.”
These things were true, but the problem was that the commotion coming from Leshak’s barracks in the middle of the night leaked out too quickly.
“It looks like the enemy is close, or it could be a spy.”
“A spy? How many years have you been with Leshak?”
When Abadd asked the question, Sidris gave a cool reply.
“It’s not like there weren’t any people coming and going. Just recently there was a tailor here.”
Veroz added.
“If there is a spy, he will be connected to Kemened. If so, that explains Kemened’s suspicious movements. The information speaking to His Majesty’s death must have led to their intent to launch a surprise attack.”
Leshak’s forehead tightened. It was the same with the other Guardian Knights.
“This will be fun.”
The battle was approaching.
If Veroz’s guess was correct, even a surprise attack would still be a large-scale attack. Unless the Prince of Kemened was an idiot, this golden opportunity could not be squandered by ignoring it.
Abadd spoke out.
“Now tomorrow right……..No, from now on, we will prepare for a surprise attack. This is an opportunity for us as well. If Kemened has planned an attack then they’ve moved their army, that means the road to the capital would be empty.”
Leshak nodded his head.
“I am of the same opinion. But before that….”
the eyes of the Crown Prince, who had led undefeated battles for seven years, shone fiercely.
“….take out Kemened’s spies. That comes first.”
At some point nighttime fell. As if hinting at the coming fortunes of war, the color of the moon darkened. Soon, even the shadow of the moon sinking in the darkness would begin the red bloody moon.
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¹ The word used is Gong (공 ) which can mean several things, amongst them it can mean an honorary title ( it DOESN’T mean Sir ). Because this is BL I didn’t want thing to be confusing by writing gong, so I just went with Sir. I considered other things but they were either weird sounding or confusing in English.
