The sun has long risen, the long night has passed, and the sun shines on the land of Rudas again.
Just overnight, the entire city of Judas changed.
The screams of killing at night caused the people in the city to shrink in their houses all night in fear.
After a night, when the city finally quieted down, some daring people sneaked their heads out to look, only to find out that the Gasdadian soldiers who had been showing off in the city and wantonly humiliating the Aaron Landis had disappeared. .
In the early morning sun, Aaron Landis cavalry in black and red leather armor can be seen everywhere on the streets of the city.
The familiar soldier costume brought tears to the eyes of the people of Judas City.
At this moment, the hearts that had been apprehensive for a whole night finally let go. They looked at their soldiers excitedly, and the familiar black and red made them feel extremely at ease.
…
In the gorgeous castle in the center of the city, in a room above the tower, Juta stood in front of the high French windows, looking down at the countless Aaron Landis soldiers who had surrounded the castle.
He wore only a shirt on his upper body, and a thick bandage wrapped around his right shoulder, and the bandage at the shoulder blade was still oozing with bright red blood.
His face was terribly pale.
I don't know if it was because of the sharply aching arrow wound on the shoulder, or because of the soldiers who surrounded the castle below, or both.
Last night, he was rescued by the personal soldiers after being shot and fled back to the castle.
After he forcibly sent someone to convey the news of the fall of the East City Gate to the Gasdadians who were suppressing slaves, he lost consciousness and passed out.
Who knows, when I wake up, everything has been turned upside down.
He had thought that the mighty Gastadians had been defeated in an instant.
And the glorious future that he had fantasized about countless times also vanished this night.
Like he once said.
The winner is king.
But he is now a loser.
… A betrayal and a loser, he will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever, and there is no possibility of turning over again.
Why
Juta gritted her teeth.
The veins on the back of the fist he pressed against the wall burst.
Why did things turn out this way
His clenched teeth rattled.
Why did he fail
It shouldn't be like this!
shouldn't—
Just at the moment when Juta gritted his teeth with hatred, he suddenly saw the young man standing on horseback in front of the gate below the castle, and the blond hair shining brightly in the sun.
Suddenly, he remembered the fluttering blond hair that had been imprinted in his memory from last night.
The arrow wound on the right shoulder suddenly hurts violently.
Crown Prince.
He fixedly looked at the blond boy.
It was the prince.
"Sir, what should we do now?"
The disturbed voice of his subordinate came from behind.
With one hand on the bandage on his right shoulder, Juta closed her eyes, and a strand of forehead hair fell weakly from Juta's eyes.
The eye sockets were shrouded in shadows, and his face was full of gray.
"Open the door."
He sighed.
"... Surrender to the Crown Prince."
…
The army of Aaron Landis stood silently before the castle, standing upright and motionless, as tall and straight as a large pine forest.
Before the gate of the castle, Garland stood on horseback.
Kaijos and Sinyas also rode behind him.
After waiting for a while, Xinyas became a little impatient. He looked at the gate of the castle, pondered it in his heart for a while, and then leaned over and whispered to Garlan.
"Brother, I can smash that kind of door with a few hammers, just..."
He was just halfway through, when a sudden creaking sound came, Xinyas raised his head, and was surprised to find that the gate of the castle opened by himself from the inside.
A pale-faced general walked out of the gate with a dozen of his subordinates, his hands and body empty and without any weapons.
They knelt down before Garlan and bowed their heads deeply.
Seeing this scene, the soldiers in the castle who were still holding their spears and swords facing each other were stunned for a moment, but then, many people showed relief on their faces.
The next moment, they threw down their weapons and knelt down with their generals to surrender.
It seems that he did not see Juta and others kneeling in front of the horse, nor did he see the descending soldier who was kneeling on the ground. Garlan walked straight on the horse, his golden pupils staring straight at the open door ahead.
The young man didn't look away.
The steed beneath him trotted slowly past kneeling Juta, as if the man wasn't there at all.
Kaijos and the others followed behind him without a single step, and rode past the kneeling crowd.
Juta knelt on the ground, bowing her head deeply.
He watched the horseshoes pass him one by one.
The surroundings were terribly silent, except for the sound of hooves pattering constantly beside him.
No one spoke to him, not even scolding and scolding.
Everyone turned a blind eye to him, as if there was no such person at all.
It was clear that he had already thought about howling and begging the crown prince for mercy, and pouring out the words that he had to do, but at this moment, Juta couldn't say a word.
His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, almost suffocating him.
The arrow wound on his shoulder suddenly and sharply hurt, and the pain caused his body to tremble slightly.
As he rode his horse through the wide vestibule and came to the gate of the castle, Garlan dismounted and walked into the castle.
The hall was very quiet, both soldiers and servants knelt on both sides, knelt on the ground, bowed their heads deeply, and humbly pressed their foreheads to the ground.
At this moment, only the footsteps of Garlan and the others echoed in the hall.
Garlan didn't stop for a single step. He walked quickly, led by a soldier who infiltrated the castle disguised as a slave, walked straight through the hall, crossed the courtyard at the back, and came to a huge refrigerator at the back of the castle. Before.
The door was opened, and a large white mist gushed out.
The young man kept walking and plunged his head into the icy white mist.
Walking into the depths of the room, an ice coffin came into view of Garlan.
The familiar stalwart body lay there quietly.
In admiration for the valour of the Lion King, the Gasdadians rarely restrained the remains of King Camos.
The slightly curly golden-brown short hair was scattered on the snow and ice, and the Lion King lay quietly, as if he was just sleeping.
Still stained with blood that could not be wiped away, the tattered black-red armor was put on the tall body, the dark brown skin, and the strong arms were placed on the chest.
The sleeping face was still strong and well-defined, with a high nose and deep eyes, and a short stubble on the chin.
It was like the day when a little child and a man first met.
From that day on, there was always just a little stubble on the man's chin.
Time seems to never pass.
Standing beside the ice table, Garlan leaned over, his long golden hair fell from his shoulders and fell on the sleeping Lion King's cheeks.
He lowered his head and kissed the cold forehead.
Just like in the past, many times, when the night came and darkness fell, his brother would kiss his forehead, as if guarding him in the dark.
my brother.
my father.
King of Aaron Landis.
The glorious immortal lion.
The gods crown you.
You have been honored and returned to the kingdom of the gods.
But I believe.
Standing in the hands of the gods, you will still look down on the land of Aaron Landis that you protect.
You are in the kingdom of the gods, still watching... the me you protect.
…
Garlan raised his head, and his eyes fell on the sleeping king Camos' head.
Among the brown curls, the lapis lazuli gold crown intertwined with laurel leaves is worn on the head of the Lion King.
The sky-like lapis lazuli gemstone was stained with a drop of blood, and that smear of blood seemed to seep into the gemstone.
That drop of blood.
Bright red dripping, will flow but not flow.
Garlan stretched out his hand and took off the lapis lazuli gold crown on King Camos' head.
He knelt down before the sleeping Lion King.
The cloak stained with blood was scattered around his feet.
Close your eyes.
Those soft-lined side cheeks are now more tenacious than anything else.
Head down.
White hands held up the golden crown.
The teenager put the lapis lazuli crown that seemed to be dotted with blood beads on the top of his head.
…
Kaihos stood at the door and did not go in. He also stopped Sinyas, who wanted to go in with Garlan.
Prince Garlan definitely didn't want others to see him crying and vulnerable.
Cayhors thought.
Even himself as a guardian knight.
The sun shone down, illuminating the picture, but not illuminating the heavy heart of the blond knight standing in front of the door.
He stood silently at the door waiting.
Time passed by minute by minute, just a quarter of an hour, but it was incomparably long for him, and every second made him feel like he was tormented in the fire.
Just when Kaihos couldn't wait any longer, the door creaked and reopened.
Garlan's figure emerged from the gushing white mist and stood in front of everyone again.
The wind blowing in front of him lifted the light cyan cloak behind him high at that moment, and then, once again, gently draped it on his back.
The icy white mist slowly dissipated around him, as if the boy was walking from the ice and snow.
Kaihos' pupils shrank suddenly.
He saw the lapis lazuli-gold crown of laurel leaves on the prince's golden hair.
The crown of King Camos.
The lapis lazuli gold crown reflects the bright sun.
After a night of melee, Garlan's white cheeks were stained with dust, and his body was still stained with blood.
The long sword on his waist reflected a chilling light.
The boy's body is tall and long as usual, slightly slender, and his face is beautiful.
But at this moment, as the boy stood there, an unspeakable aura oozes from him.
That kind of momentum actually gave a faint sense of oppression.
That made Kaihos lose his mind for a moment at this moment.
majesty.
That invisible sense of oppression is called majesty.
Although it is still very weak, it seems that it has just been born, but at this moment, he can really feel the breath from the young prince that he only felt in King Camos in the past.
—that is the majesty of the king-
Recovering from the momentary stupor, Kaihos looked at the prince who had already stepped forward.
The golden crown and the golden hair complement each other, brighter than the sun in the sky.
The only remaining green pupils reflected the cluster of golden light, a bright smile appeared in the knight's eyes, and he quickly caught up with Garlan's pace.
That is his king.
A king who is stronger and more tenacious than anyone else.
…
…
At noon, the entire Judas City was very lively.
The city has been silent for too long, as if it were dead.
Now, it is finally alive again.
With excitement, the townspeople rushed to the center of the city, before the castle that they had once avoided.
At this moment, the alleys were empty, and the surrounding area of the castle was densely packed with people.
Although they are all people, this land is unusually quiet.
Everyone was calm, held their breath, raised their heads, and stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes.
On the castle, the white flag that symbolized Gastade fell from the flagpole.
It was discarded at will, and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the lion flag with gold patterns on a red background fluttered in the sun and slowly rose into the sky.
This flaming flag finally flew over the castle and the city of Judas once again.
In the red flames that seemed to be burning high in the sky, the golden lion seemed to be roaring at the sky and the earth.
Everyone looked at the flying red flag excitedly, and the next second, the enthusiastic cheers almost overturned the roof of the castle.
Everyone roared and cheered wildly with their hands up.
They shouted like crazy, with tears in their eyes, as if they wanted to vent all the pain and fear they had endured this month at this moment.
Amidst the cheering crowd, an elderly woman was supported by her son.
She stood tremblingly, raised her head, and stared at the familiar flaming red lion flag with her eyes fixed, and her eyes showed a look of reassurance.
Her son supported her next to her, looking excited.
"I said, nothing will happen, nothing will happen!"
He shouted to his mother in the loudest voice amid the deafening cheers all around him.
"There's the Crown Prince! He'll protect Aaron Landis, protect us, just like King Camos—"
He shouted and looked up.
"Look, the crown prince is right there!"
On the open balcony of the castle, the young crown prince stood there.
Maybe his body doesn't look as burly as the Lion King, but at this moment, as long as he stands there, everyone feels extremely at ease.
They cheered and shouted, for the crown prince.
for Aaron Landis.
…
On the other side of the cheering crowd, a girl in sackcloth covered her mouth in disbelief.
That is-
She looked at the boy standing on the high platform and recognized the familiar figure at a glance.
Prince
The one who saved her that night was the crown prince
The girl's mind was blank at the moment.
This astonishing thing brought her mind to a halt for a while.
She just covered her mouth like this, staring blankly at the beautiful blond boy in her memory.
Yes.
She was not wrong.
it's him.
Although it was too far to see her face, the figure was the same as in her memory, which made people feel reassuring.
That golden hair is like sunshine that can warm everything.
It turns out... he is the prince...
The crown prince who saved the city.
Unable to say why, suddenly, a tear fell from the corner of the girl's eyes while covering her mouth.
[Do not be afraid.]
She suddenly remembered the warm smile the boy showed her that night.
That reassuring voice seemed to ring in her ears again.
[I promise you that.]
The girl closed her eyes, and tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking the back of her hands.
[Everything will go back to before.]
She didn't know why she was crying so hard all of a sudden.
But the sour eyes were crying uncontrollably.
She couldn't help crying.
…
Do not be afraid.
my people.
I assure you, everything will go back to the way it was.
I will bring Aaron Landis back to the past.