In the spacious and gorgeous bedroom, thick black and red curtains hang down, covering the windows tightly. The room was lit, and the pure gold candlestick was placed on the round table carved from black wood. The thick dark lace tablecloth hung down, and the gold thread embroidered on the edge shone in the light of the candle.
The room was very quiet, the man sat quietly on the bed, leaning his back on the soft down pillow behind him. The duvet that covered him below his waist was snow-white, and his hand on the satin-smooth quilt was pale, which was different from the whiteness of the quilt.
The hand was very thin, with protruding knuckles, as if the skin was covered with bones.
The current emperor of the empire leaned against the head of the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was resting with his eyes closed.
Very light footsteps sounded, and someone walked in.
The soft cloth shoes barely made a sound on the wooden floor of the room. The white-haired old attendant walked to the bed and stretched out his hand to straighten the cushion behind the emperor, making it more comfortable for him to lean on.
There were other people who came in with the old waiter. Salome, who still bears the name of the princess, stood not far away, not near the bed, but quietly looked at the man sitting on the bed.
Those green eyes were far from the calmness on her surface, deep in her eyes, there seemed to be waves churning.
The blond princess walked to the window and pulled up the thick curtains, revealing the large French windows, the bright sunlight from outside shone in and fell on the emperor lying on the bed.
The emperor's face was pale, just as she remembered.
"Are all those people here?"
The emperor with his eyes closed didn't care about the sunlight coming in, he just asked.
"coming."
Salome looked at the emperor calmly and replied.
In the space battlefield outside the Emperor Star, the fleet under Troll's command has rushed to assemble one after another. The elite fleets of the three major families retreated into the range of the [Scepter of Heaven] surrounding Emperor Star, relying on this strategic weapon to confront Troll, while other fleets under the command of the three major families are also rushing to this battlefield.
The Patriarchs of the three major families have descended their flagships on the Emperor Star, suspended above the capital, and the three of them have formed a coalition ruling group to control the capital.
The royal guards have been monitored, and almost everything inside and outside the palace has fallen into their control. Of course, they still maintained respect for the emperor and the royal family on the surface. Even if the emperor did not receive them, they would pretend to kneel outside the emperor's bedroom to pay their respects, and did not show any disrespect to them.
The emperor handed over the supreme control order of the [Scepter of the Kingdom of Heaven], but there was a supreme control order that was not handed over.
Self-destruct command.
The heads of the three major families did not continue to force, because they did not intend to let such a powerful weapon explode, and they did not think that the emperor would do such a stupid thing. After all, the [Scepter of Heaven] is the biggest barrier of the Emperor Star. Without it, Emperor Xing became an unarmed and weak person who could only be cut down by others.
The emperor would definitely not do such a thing that would lead to the destruction of the country, and everyone took it for granted.
"Then let's get ready."
The emperor lying on the bed said calmly.
"… Um."
Salome hummed lightly, she glanced at the pale emperor on the bed again, turned around and left from the breathless and oppressive bedroom.
Once the [Scepter of the Kingdom of Heaven] blew itself up, the Emperor Star would no longer have any cover.
At that time, the three major families can only be forced to fight to the death with Marshal Troll's fleet.
...
In Salome's memory, this man has always given her a sick and weak feeling since she was a child. Holding a golden scepter in his hand, which symbolized supreme power, he sat on the supreme throne, but his face was pale, and his fingers were so thin that it made people feel distressed.
At that time, the emperor with a sick face always sat quietly, smiling softly at her, and lovingly stroking her head. He was often sick and weak, and it worried her terribly.
Every time he was sick, she would lie on his bedside, looking worriedly at her father's pale face.
Everyone said that her father doted on her and doted on her, and she had naively thought so.
She's still too young to understand.
She didn't know that when the man who was said to love her very much walked in front of her, he never looked back at her—
[Father, I will grow up soon.]
The little child who was worried about his father once said so.
[When you grow up, you can do many things for you.]
[When I grow up, I can protect you.]
…
At that time, under the bright sunlight, the man's handsome face was a little pale, he smiled at her, and gently stroked her head.
At that time, the child with an innocent smile didn't know what kind of future she was facing.
Reality is crueler than anything.
She once admired him, and in the heart of that young girl in the past, she loved the father who made her proud and distressed so deeply.
It is because she once loved the man she thought was her father so much that it is even more cruel when the reality is mercilessly revealed in front of her eyes.
On the night when she learned the truth, her mind went blank. She curled up in the darkness and hugged herself tremblingly. She bit her lower lip to bleed and did not shed a single tear.
She thought, why is she crying? Why should she cry for a man who treats her like a pawn? ... She hated, suffered, and despaired... Then she swore that she would destroy everything this man planned!
She didn't make a move after all.
Because when she looked into the dark eyes of that boy, she was in a trance for a moment.
The young man's gaze was too clean and pure, he said that no matter what time, he would choose the only person and protect that person.
In a trance, she felt that those words were very familiar, because she had thought the same way... When she was very young, she always thought that she would grow up quickly and become stronger, and no matter what happened, she would protect her her father.
At that time, the naive girl didn't know that when she grew up, she and her father became strangers.
…
If only I could not grow up.
If only she could be a little stupid.
It would be nice if you didn't know anything.
She will still be the child who indulged in her father's love... maybe until she dies, she will be indulged in that false dream.
...
She wanted to destroy everything that man planned so hard.
She had thought so.
That was her revenge on that man—let the supreme emperor who regarded everything as a pawn watch his hard work be destroyed at the last moment. At that time, what kind of expression would the man have on his face
At that time, will the man feel the pain that she once curled up in the dark and trembled all over
…
[I want to protect the major general.]
When the boy said these words, her breathing stopped for a moment.
Perhaps it was because the moment she heard these words, she seemed to hear that crisp and immature girl's voice again.
[I will grow up soon, and when I grow up, I will protect you.]
A long time ago, there was a girl lying on the bedside who seriously said such words to her father.
Everyone has forgotten, including the girl who said this sentence herself.
At that moment, she looked at the young man's eyes in a daze.
The boy's eyes were bright, and his dark pupils reflected her face cleanly.
She saw herself in those eyes, and at this moment, she was very much like the man she hated the most.
For a long time, she unknowingly became the person she hated the most.
...
Salome walked out calmly, the oppressive and gorgeous bedroom closed the door slowly behind her, and she never looked back.
In fact, up to now, she still doesn't know what she wants, but obeying the emperor's order has probably become an instinct branded in her life.
She said that Robin couldn't break free from the rotting ghost, how could she ever do it herself
…
Well, everything will end.
What she wants to see, what she doesn't want to see, will be displayed in front of her eyes.
The world does not turn by anyone's will.
It's just that maybe she still has a little unwillingness.
… Father.
It was impossible for her to say that title to that man again.
……………
[When I grow up, I will protect you, father.]
—
On the top floor of Ishtar, in its owner's room, two soldiers stood in the living room, among them the blue-haired colonel was carefully reporting the current situation.
The person who was reported was also the owner of the room. Marshal Troll was sitting on the sofa, his long legs were stretched out and stepped on the ground, and someone was sitting on his thighs.
Mutt, who was suddenly wrapped in the marshal's cloak, was still a little confused by the situation, so he was hugged by the marshal. Troll picked him up, let Mutt sit sideways on his lap, put his left arm around him, and then kept Sitting on the sofa in this posture and listening to Via speak.
Hearing Via's voice, the young man who was hugged by the marshal and sitting on the lap of the marshal was a little embarrassed. He tilted his head and wanted to tug Troll, but his upper body was wrapped in a cloak and his hands were also wrapped Inside, can't stick out.
Probably sensing his movements, she stretched out a hand and stroked the hair on his temples, as if to comfort him. His eyes were blocked by thick bandages, but Mutt could feel the gentle force of fingers as they brushed the ends of his hair, and then another hand around his shoulders pulled him toward Troll's. In the direction—he was originally sitting on the lap of the marshal, and when he was hugged so hard, his body tilted, and he naturally leaned against Troll's chest.
Because he couldn't see the marshal's movements, Mute felt a little stunned suddenly, and before he had time to react, he just nestled into Troll's arms, and the marshal held him tightly with his arms.
It's inconvenient not to see.
The young man who had been hugged and unable to move was thinking a little dissatisfied, and bumped his head against the Marshal's shoulder, expressing his dissatisfaction with his movements.
But the result of this was to rub his head again.
"Don't make trouble."
The man hugging him lowered his head and whispered in his ear.
The cold voice was obviously very soft, but it seemed to penetrate deep into the eardrum, and the warm breath passed by the ear, itching.
Via's voice paused at this moment, and then there was a very light chuckle from the side. It was obvious that the voice was from Robin. Mutt's cheeks felt a little hot, knowing that his every move Under the eyes of those two people, he didn't dare to do other actions, and was honestly held by Troll, for fear of being laughed at by those two people.
However, after only a short while of silence, Mute couldn't help but want to move again.
Taking advantage of the gap between Via finished one thing and paused, he raised his head and whispered something in the marshal's ear based on his feeling.
"I'm hungry."
He said that because he didn't want to be heard by Via and the others, the boy's voice was very soft and soft, as if he was acting like a baby.
There was a momentary pause that Mute couldn't see, but he felt the arms around him loosen, and the cloak around him loosened a little. He struggled a few times, and finally managed to stretch out his wrapped hands from inside.
He meant to ask the marshal to let him go and look for food by himself, but although the marshal let go of one hand, the other hand was still tightly wrapped around his waist, and he didn't intend to let go.
Then, accompanied by a little sweet smell, something hard touched his lips suddenly, startling him. He instinctively shrank his head back to avoid the thing that touched his lips, but the next second the thing chased and touched his mouth.
"Open your mouth."
The marshal's cold voice rang in his ears.
He opened his mouth reflexively, and the thing was stuffed into his mouth. As soon as he bit it, the crispy and sweet taste spread from his mouth. Mutt ate it, and it seemed to be a kind of food that he liked more, similar to the previous biscuits.
He chewed a few times, swallowed, and then stuffed something with the same touch into his mouth.
The room was very quiet at this moment. Even if he couldn't see, Mutt could probably feel the eyes of the other two staring at him, and he was suddenly very embarrassed.
It would be fine if it was just him and the marshal, but now in front of Via and Robin, being fed by the marshal under their watchful eyes—he really couldn't do it.
He turned his head to avoid the biscuit touching his lips. When the biscuit chased after him again, he turned his head away again to express his rejection. Then he raised his hand and grasped the marshal's hand by feeling, and groped along that hand, wanting to eat the biscuit himself.
Troll didn't let go at first, but after a few seconds of stalemate, he suddenly let go again, and the biscuit fell into Mute's hands.
Mutt breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Troll would definitely not let go and let him fall from his lap, so he didn't bother to struggle any more, and just sat on Troll and lowered his head and gnawed on the biscuit in his hand.
...
Via's voice, which had stopped for a while, sounded again, calmly, without any emotion, reporting the current situation, and Robin standing next to him would add a few words from time to time.
While listening, Troll glanced at the person in his arms. With the movement of Mute, who just took the biscuit, the loose white shirt on his body slid down his shoulders again. Troll raised his hand and pulled up the slipped shirt, and lifted the tender shoulders. Cover it again and pull it tighter.
At this moment, the boy was nestled in his arms, most of his body was wrapped by his navy blue cloak, only his shoulders and hands were exposed. A snow-white bandage was wrapped in front of his eyes, and the light black hair hanging from the bandage was scattered on that still somewhat childish face. Mute lowered his head, as if all his thoughts had been placed on the biscuit in his hand.
Because the biscuit was about the size of a book, he could only hold it with both hands. He lowered his head and bit it bite by bite. There was a crackling sound, and the drooping forehead hair trembled and rustled. Rusting, like a little hamster obediently nibbling on a biscuit, its cheeks are slightly bulging with food stuffed, very cute.
Troll looked away from the face of the boy in his arms, and looked at the subordinate standing in front of him with slender phoenix eyes.
The expression on that handsome face was very cold, almost devoid of any human expression, and a bit of sharp coldness was added to the thin lips.
When Via's report was over, he spoke, his deep voice echoed in the room, steady, without any fluctuations in his voice.
"The armed satellite held by the Croto family is..."
Nestled in the arms of the marshal, Mute was still lowering his head and wholeheartedly biting the biscuit in his hand, the sweet taste in his mouth made him lick the corner of his mouth contentedly.
It tastes so good.
Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and planned to bite down again.
His teeth had just bit down—almost at the same time, his body froze.
The cloak wrapped around him, covering only the upper body, the hem covered his thighs, and the edges exposed his knees.
And just before he had time to bite down, a hand stretched in from the hem of the cloak at the knee, and the rather familiar knuckle fingers slowly touched in along his thigh.
Mutt was stiff all over, not daring to move.
He didn't dare to move, and the hand became more severe, moving up his knees, until it reached the thigh covered by the hem of the shirt he was wearing.
The fingers that groped there moved a bit, opened the hem of the shirt and continued to poke in.
The boy still froze and didn't dare to move.
Because the eyes are covered with bandages and can't see anything, the body is a little more sensitive than usual. He could clearly feel the calloused fingertips rubbing against the skin of his tender thighs, and the rough touch made his thighs tremble twice.
He wanted to reach out to grab that hand, but both of his hands were holding the big biscuit, and there was no extra hand at all, so he could only bite his lower lip and endure it forcefully.
"The current movement in the capital is... the royal family is now under control..."
Marshal Troll continued to talk to his subordinates, with a calm tone and no ups and downs. The content of the conversation was naturally the current battle situation, the current complicated situation on the Emperor Star, and the next battle preparations that needed to be done.
Although his eyes were blocked, just by imagining, Mute could imagine the deserted expression on that handsome face at the moment, and the expressionless expression on the man's face as he seemed to be serious as he talked about business at the moment.
It was precisely because of this that it made his teeth itch with hatred.
Dressed beast!
rogue!
No matter how good-looking your face is, you are still a hooligan!
The boy cursed bitterly from the bottom of his heart, he did not know how many times he repeated the word.
The delicate skin at the base of the thigh was rubbed, and there was a slight pain, but every time the fingertips with thin calluses rubbed against it, a strange heat spread from the rubbed place, making it tremble numbly .
Worried about being noticed by Robin and the others, Mute could only lower his head deeply, pretending to continue biting the biscuits, biting his lower lip, holding back desperately, the corners of his eyes were forced to turn red.
Fortunately, his eyes were wrapped in bandages so no one could see them.
It would be nice if Ga's power was still available.
Mutt thought aggrievedly.
That way, you can teleport away from this hooligan man in a flash.
...just because I exhausted too much strength not long ago, and now I can't use it at all, so I can only let the man do whatever he wants to me... and I am afraid of being discovered by others, so I dare not hide.
Biting his lower lip and holding his breath, the boy's cheeks, which were still a little lacking in blood, turned red little by little. The other people in the room were still talking, and the voice was right next to his ears, which made him feel unspeakably ashamed. Feel.
His body was tense, his eyes were covered, and he couldn't see anything—but as long as he thought that Via and the others might notice the major general's movements in the next second, his neck became hot.
He tried his best to endure, not wanting to be noticed by others, but his stiff body and abnormal flushed face caught the attention of the blue-haired colonel who was talking.
"Your Excellency the Marshal."
Glancing at Mute, who was obviously a little strange, Via temporarily stopped the official conversation and reminded his boss.
"Does he need to rest? I don't think his condition is very good."
"uncomfortable?"
The young marshal seemed to have realized something was wrong with the person in his arms after being reminded by his subordinates, so he asked.
The tone was indifferent, and it was impossible to tell that he was the culprit who caused Mute's 'uncomfort'.
He just asked with such a nonchalant face, but the fingers that had penetrated under the hem of the shirt were still stroking and rubbing the thigh of the person in his arms. The touch of the soft skin was really addictive.
The teenager gritted his teeth.
"No."
He tried his best to ignore the touch of the fingers caressing his thigh, trying not to make strange noises.
"I just accidentally choked while eating!"
He gritted his teeth and said every word, then he tilted his body and shrank his legs, trying to avoid the hand that was eating tofu.
But he moved like this, and the fingers caressing his thighs actually seized this opportunity, and unceremoniously poked in through the gap of his short panties—
…
A lump of soft flesh fell into Troll's palm. The child looked a little thin, but the flesh on his buttocks was a soft lump.
The place where the hand touches is soft and tender, and the feel is so good that one can't help but knead it hard.
Unsurprisingly, the person nestled in his arms trembled all over, and his suffocated breath became short of breath.
Mut looked up at him, the snow-white bandages wrapped around his eyes, and the fine black hair was scattered on it, forming a very sharp contrast. There was a light pink on his immature cheeks, and even his fair neck was covered. A little powdery.
The young man pursed his lips, not daring to speak, but just looked up at him like this, as if he was about to cry.
The aggrieved expression with pursed lips made people feel extremely affectionate, and I felt that just looking at it would soften my heart into a puddle of water.
The corners of Troll's lips twitched indistinctly.
His hand slowly slid out along the skin of the youth's tender thighs, as if he hadn't done anything, he lifted up and tugged at the shirt that had slipped down on Mute's shoulder again, and re-opened the exposed half of his collarbone. cover.
Then he lowered his head and kissed the aggrieved Mutt on the cheek.
"good."
The marshal coaxed in a low voice.