klisemfg Chapter 406: The King Who Was Not Abandoned by the Gods
Chapter 406: The King Who Was Not Abandoned by the Gods
King George fell ill again that night. It is said that he fell ill in front of many people before he could even walk back to his palace. He looked very embarrassed and was finally carried back to his bedroom by his servants after he fainted. Bishop Harris, who was in charge of his health, had just returned to the temple when he was summoned back overnight.
It was already the morning of the next day when the news reached Margaret. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked into the study. The princess was discussing work matters with someone, nodding from time to time in response. The ends of her gray hair swayed all the time, looking extremely gorgeous.
Margaret thought of the Princess's calm expression when she visited last night, and couldn't help but admire her indifference.
Catherine finished her work and prepared to leave. When she passed by Margaret, the princess naturally took her arm and walked with her.
"We probably won't have a chance to meet again around Hanukkah, Margaret. I wish you a happy Hanukkah in advance." Catherine smiled at the lady next to her, without showing any annoyance at all.
She had other plans for the holiday, and she had no intention of supervising the annual Hanukkah celebrations as King George wished.
"... I also wish you a happy Hanukkah in advance, Your Highness." Margaret readily agreed. "It's just that the attendance for tomorrow's final may not be very high..."
Miss Margaret had her own worries.
The bloody massacre in the palace last night woke many people up from their frivolous dreams for a moment. When the man who truly wore the golden crown became furious, they immediately understood that the king was still the king, the only king.
Crown Princess Catherine seemed to be standing in opposition to the king, which made many people hesitate and their attitude became unclear again.
"It doesn't matter." Catherine didn't care at all. Instead, she turned around and comforted her right-hand man. "This game has played its due role."
——The undercurrent of public opinion stirred up in the High Court will slowly spread to the entire country after the Festival of Lights.
Thinking of this, the princess felt happy and was not affected by last night's accident at all. After she explained many matters in detail to Margaret, she shook hands and said goodbye to her master at the door of the Rovas mansion, and started her return journey before the sun rose completely.
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On a winter morning, even the sun seemed to be avoiding the cold. The bell tower in the city had already struck six times in a row. The loud bell sounds echoed throughout the entire capital, but the sky was still gloomy. Inside the luxurious palace, it was even darker and gloomy like an abyss, as if tentacles would reach out from it at any time and drag people in.
On countless steps, several figures were climbing up hurriedly, and their destination was the quietest place in the palace at the moment.
There was a suffocating silence in King George's bedroom. The servants didn't even dare to open and close the door more than once, as if every time the door was opened and closed, the man's life force would dissipate with the air flow.
The king had woken up long ago and was now lying in the cold quilt with his eyes open, swallowing his resentment bit by bit.
——Harris, that rubbish! George clutched the bed sheet tightly, suppressing his urge to punch in anger. Every time he moved a little bit, the sores on his body would continue to fester, but Bishop Harris said that if he took blood again, the last "medicine" would die, so he had to wait a little longer.
Wait until when? Wait until he dies? ! Father God, is this world destined to belong only to those arrogant young people? Is it possible that people like him can only wait to die? Why -
"Bang!" The palace door was suddenly pushed open, scaring him so much that he trembled and his thoughts were interrupted.
—It must be that bitch Tserwini again! King George gritted his teeth and closed his eyes when he heard footsteps approaching quickly.
However, the intruder refused to let him hide and pulled open the heavy bed curtain. Suddenly a gust of cold wind rushed in and King George could not help but shiver.
He felt a weight on the left side of his body, followed by a bone-gnawing pain. Someone was pressing on his festering wounds!
"Get out--!" The pain made it difficult for His Majesty the King to maintain his composure. His eyes, which suddenly opened, were filled with violence and madness!
But I saw a figure in a cheap black robe suddenly lift up his hood, revealing an extremely beautiful face.
"Uncle! Save me!"
George froze on the spot.
George suddenly lost his hearing. He didn’t know if this was a new disease, but he didn’t care. In this world of temporary deafness, his eyesight suddenly became excellent. The drawn curtains brought in light from the outside world, which reflected on the silver hair of the person in front of him. There were dots of silver light inside the bed curtains. The person in front of him kept opening and closing his mouth, but he had no intention of distinguishing what he said. He saw, he could only see -
A pair of tall, firm, inhuman ears.
"...God of Light." George suddenly let out a breath from his chest, and his voice couldn't stop trembling.
After all, he was not abandoned by the gods.
"Canion..." He forced himself to calm down, and in order to confirm whether it was his hallucination, he reached out his trembling hand and touched the long ears.
It was very cold, so cold that it almost made him shiver, but he was too greedy to withdraw his hand.
"How did you become like this—"
The warmth in his hands made Canyon feel comfortable. His heart, which had been tossed around for days, finally settled down. In this familiar, stuffy and stuffy palace, the delicate Master Canyon felt a pang in his heart and burst into tears.
“——That bitch Catherine!!! It’s her!!!”
"Oh my dear nephew, oh God, you look like you've suffered a lot." King George's face showed a strange expression that had never been seen before. He sat up without anyone's help, and carefully held the person in front of him to his side, like a treasure.
"You, you, there was a party last night, Catherine, I saw her--" The elf in his arms was real, this was not a dream, King George spoke incoherently, his voice hoarse with excitement.
"No! No, no, no! Don't tell her! Uncle! Don't tell her!" The familiar yet unfamiliar face was filled with fear, and it suddenly lifted itself from his lap. "I ran back secretly! Don't tell father! They are all in the same group! They will send me back!"
"Where to send? Poor kid, you look frightened and frozen... It's okay, you are safe, with Uncle George..."
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The sky gradually brightened. Knights came and went hurriedly at the palace gate. Finally, a fully armed knight retreated from the king's bedroom and walked towards the two gate guards who had been waiting at the bottom of the palace steps, motioning them to follow.
"His Majesty the King asked me to ask." Under the remote outer wall, the knight's voice came from under the mask, "Did Master Canion come directly to the palace after entering the city?"
"Yes, sir." The two men who were waiting to receive the reward promised by Master Canyon asked for credit with an expectant look on their faces. "We didn't waste any time and sent Master Canyon here directly."
"Does anyone else know?"
"No, Lord Canyon will not allow it to be made public."
"Yes." The masked Knight of Light spoke concisely.
There was a sudden silence.
After a few unbearable seconds, the older guard among the two suddenly realized something, and he took a step back with a pale face.
"sulfuric acid--"
It's too late.
The tall knight of astonishing stature drew out a sword with equally astonishing momentum. He only saw a flash of silver light and his face suddenly felt hot. He turned his head and saw his colleague on duty slowly raising his hand to cover his neck, but the blood still kept oozing out. He turned his head to look at himself with confused eyes and wanted to speak, but was choked by the blood and could not make a sound.
"Huh-huh-huh-" The guard's eyes showed fear. He raised his other hand and pointed behind his colleague.
The silver light flashed again.
Another splash of blood.
The boiling blood fell into the dirty snow and rotten leaves in the corner of the wall. After the new snow fell at night, no trace of it could be found.