In a room in the high-rise building of the Consulate, the window was open, and the wounded priest of Shamash was sitting on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed. Even when he was sick, even when he was resting in bed, Shemuel was still sitting in an orderly position, leaning against the head of the bed with his back straight, his hands folded on his abdomen, and covering him The blanket unfolded neatly around him, even symmetrical on both sides.
Even when he was seriously ill, his face was obviously taken care of, there was no dust on his hair, no knots in the slightly curled ends, and his chin was cleanly shaved. If it weren't for the snow-white bandages on his shoulders, he wouldn't be able to tell that this was a seriously injured patient.
Ah, as expected of Xie Muer.
King Camos, who walked into the room, sighed in his heart.
Xie Muer, who was sitting on the bed, turned his head sideways, looking down at the scenes that were going on in the square below through the open window beside the bed. He didn't like the noise at the moment, but he didn't dislike the noise coming from the square. Sound, just so quietly looking at everything below.
His expression was light, as calm as ever, with no expression on his face, let alone what he was thinking at the moment.
It was not until King Camos walked in that the movement made Xie Muer turn his head.
He moved, as if he wanted to get up and salute.
Seeing his action, Camos quickly took two steps and put his hands on his shoulders to hold him down.
"You lie down. If you come together and burst the arrow wound, it will only cause trouble for me."
Xie Muer thought about it seriously, probably thinking that King Camos was right, so he did not insist on getting up and salutes King Camos.
"I heard you don't plan to show your face here?"
he asks.
King Camos hummed.
"If you show your face here, those ministers will be making noises when you go back."
"It is not appropriate to give all the credit to Prince Garlan."
"why?"
"He's too young."
The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.
If it is too conspicuous, someone might be staring at it.
"Ha, is it small? I remember that when he was so old, I also took the guards to conquer the bandits."
Prince Camos, who was only nine years old at the time, used the excuse of going out to hunt, but he took his own guards and ran to the mountains to fight the thieves, which scared many people, and the then General Aaron Landis even more Drive there with an army.
Who knows, when he got there, Kamos actually solved the group of thieves by himself, and the group of people were stunned.
Thinking back to his childhood, Camos smiled.
He leaned against the other window of the room with his arms crossed, lowered his head, looked down at the big square below, looked at the children who were reunited with their parents, and the heartfelt feelings of those who were reunited. With a happy expression, the corners of his lips raised slightly.
"How about it?"
he asked suddenly.
"what?"
Camos pouted at the square below.
He smiled and said, "How about my chosen brother Wang?"
"… "
"Ha, the child you despised saved your life."
Camos looked down, his eyes deep.
He said, "Ximul, that kid was actually very scared at that time."
On that day, when he suddenly appeared in Ayr Town with a hundred horses and appeared in front of everyone, everyone was shocked.
At that time, he did not reveal his identity, but rode over as an ordinary general, and lifted Garlan who was standing there on horseback.
When he reached out and hugged, he felt that the child's back was soaked wet, and the muscles on his shoulders were stiff.
It is conceivable what kind of mood Garlan was in at that time, with a small body, facing the mob who could easily tear him to pieces with the strength of one person.
But no matter how scared he was, the child never took a step back.
"Ximuer, I know that you have always hoped that the successor to the throne I chose is a powerful person, preferably as powerful as me."
King Camos said, meaningful.
"However, there is a kind of power in this world that is invisible to the naked eye."
He said, "You should have felt it, didn't you?"
Xie Muer was silent for a long time, and then he finally spoke.
"The prince said that because of my status as a noble, I have 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 what he said?"
"Ah, this is..."
Camos scratched his head, his eyes wandering for a moment.
"It seems the prince is right."
Xie Mu'er lowered his eyes, his face was still calm, no expression could be seen, but there was a hint of loss in his lowered eyes.
He has always been proud of himself as a priest of the sun god Shamash. He has always practiced the fair position of the god of justice, and he feels that he is good enough.
Therefore, he gradually began to think that the conclusion he had reached must be correct.
I don't know since when, he went from self-affirming pride to arrogant pride - he became arbitrary, he began to believe that only he was right, and everyone else who stood against him must be wrong- Unconsciously, he has become such a terrible person who does not tolerate the words of others.
He only looked at the sky and forgot to look at his feet.
…
Unexpectedly, in the end, the little prince, who was less than half his age, taught him a lesson and made him see himself clearly.
He had always thought that the little prince was weak, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, like a delicate pet that could not survive without someone taking good care of him.
But it was the child he thought was weak, who came out of safety that night and stood in front of him and the other wounded knights.
The child used his small body to protect them who were supposed to be guardians.
[Xie Muer, there is a kind of power in this world that cannot be seen by the naked eye.]
He remembered that in the dark night, under the threat of the sword, under the threat of death, the bright golden eyes of the young prince, and the powerful words.
[The laws of Aaron Landis shall not be trampled upon.]
…
That may be what King Camos said, the power that cannot be seen with the naked eye.
The priest of Shamash closed his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth without a trace.
The traces disappeared too fast, so fast that no one could see the sudden change in the corners of the lips of the habitually expressionless High Priest.
"Yes, King Camos, you have chosen an excellent successor."
Shemuel said calmly,
"Although the aptitudes are different, the Prince Gallan you chose is indeed no less than Prince Heimos."
When Xi Muer admitted this, King Camos was instantly happy.
"Ha, Xie Mu'er, you can admit defeat, I'll say, my vision is absolutely not wrong, how can the person I like not fail, you must know—"
For the first time, he was let a dead-brained priest open his mouth to lose, and Camos was so overwhelmed that he couldn't stop talking.
"but."
Xie Muer's words suddenly changed, interrupting King Camos' performance of boasting about his own vision.
"Excellent qualifications are not everything."
He said unceremoniously, "Even if Prince Gallan does have excellent qualifications, as long as he continues like this, it will only be wasted in vain, and he will definitely be left behind by Prince Heimos in the future. Mediocre people."
Before King Camos could get excited about his stubborn priest's rare admission of defeat, he suddenly had a bad premonition.
"So, as the instructor of the prince you designated, from now on, I will take two hours a day to personally teach Prince Gallan."
Shemuel said that the time to teach Garland himself was changed from once a week to every day.
King Camos: "..."
When it's over, his little brother is probably going to cry.
…
…
The day passed quickly, the sun dropped below the horizon and the earth darkened.
The city of Vernal has returned to its usual tranquility, but the festive atmosphere still remains in the city. In the dark night, lights are lit up one after another, dotting the city.
This night, it seems that every household is filled with happy laughter and warm atmosphere.
When King Camos walked quickly into the room, as expected, he saw the figure of Heimos.
He hummed twice in his heart.
He said why he hadn't seen the kid this afternoon, and he really came to Garlan again.
The Lion King squinted and stared ill-naturedly at Heimos, who was always looking for his little brother when he was busy.
"Brother Wang?"
The little brother shouted softly, and immediately asked Camos to throw Heimos out of his head and happily approached his little prince.
Reaching out and rubbing the soft blonde hair, the soft touch on his fingers made him feel good.
He leaned over, hugged Garlan who was looking up at him, and while brushing his hair, he put his face on the soft cheek of his little brother, and rubbed it.
Ah - it feels like the whole person has been purified.
King Camos, who had been busy all day, only felt satisfied physically and mentally for a while.
Garlan, who was hugged 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 rub people and beg for hugs and heads. to look at.
Yes, it is the mature version of the little milk lion Nega.
As long as he thought about it like this, he immediately felt uncomfortable.
"Brother Wang," he asked, "Ximuer, how are the other knights doing now?"
"All their injuries have been treated."
"The one with the injured eye, can he stay in the Guards in the future?"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of him properly."
Garland hesitated for a moment, but asked again.
"The one who died..."
He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, his slender eyelashes cast light shadows on the child's milky white cheeks.
Camos looked at Garland and touched Garland's head gently with his big hand.
"He stood by his duty, protected you, and guarded his companions."
He said, "He will leave with honor as a knight of my king Camos."
"Gallan, 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 to his brother.
Then he lay down.
Camos helped Gallan tuck the quilt. The child was nestled in the soft quilt. The pale golden hair was scattered on the snow-white pillow. Only a small face the size of a slap appeared from the quilt. Scattered hair showed A clean forehead.
On that small face, big eyes like golden amber blinked at him. That small appearance was so cute that Camos couldn't help but raise the corner of his lips.
He patted the quilt lightly with one hand, then leaned over and kissed the corner of the child's eye.
He said, "Good night, my little prince."
After that, King Camos got up and left.
Heimos, who stayed here, also walked over to the bed, and seemed to want to say goodnight to Garlan.
Before he got to the bed, he thought for a moment, turned around suddenly, closed the window that was blowing in, closed the curtain, blocked the moonlight outside, and then walked back to the bed.
"Then I'm leaving too."
Garlan lay on the bed, his little head nodded.
He opened his mouth, intending to say goodnight politely to Heimos as well.
However, just as he opened his mouth, he saw Heimos suddenly leaned over, and the face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, making him stunned for a moment.
The boy leaned over and kissed Garlan's forehead.
Then he got up and said lightly, "Good night."
After he finished speaking, Heimos left with a nonchalant expression on his face.
His eyes were light, and his expression was very calm. It seemed that what he had done just now was as ordinary and natural as drinking water and eating.
However, after stepping out of the door, the boy's right hand clenched into a fist and waved it slightly in the air.
It was almost like a celebration of something successful.
Then, he walked away quickly, with a brisk pace, and no matter how he looked at his back, there was a bit of joy.
In the room, only Garlan was left with his eyes wide open and his whole body turned to petrified.