Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 487 is too high.

Everything seemed shrouded in mist.

Pure white.

hazy.

confused.

Without anything to rely on.

Only that gentle voice seemed so close.

【Qi Ren, please, don't be afraid.】

how so.

His heart was filled with inexplicable resentment and sorrow, with nowhere to vent it.

It's as if... he's lost something.

I just... I just...

That voice sounded so helpless.

So... desolate.

It seems like he's... drifting away from him.

I just live in... a world different from yours.

After the words faded away, he suddenly felt very empty and heartbroken.

He reached out his hand in the direction of the sound.

I want to go...

Touch her.

Hold her tight.

Leave her behind.

Just when he thought he was about to get close to her and keep her with him.

A beam of red light suddenly pierced through the fog!

The white mist dissipated, and the haze vanished.

At that moment, it was as if blood had fallen from the sky and stained the four walls red. Everything around became sticky and vivid, crimson and somber!
Everything has changed.

He inexplicably became nervous.

It's been a long time...

Amidst the crimson blood, a strange and chilling voice, imbued with a heavy yet excited tone, resounded from the depths of the darkness.

It's been a long time...

A chilling sense of heaviness descended without warning, making it hard for him to breathe.

No.

It's been so long... so long... so long...

The echo was heavy and repeated endlessly.

It was as if a heavy war drum was reverberating in his heart.

No.

【mine……】

The voice was excited.

But he was terrified.

No.

【mine……】

The surrounding blood color grew redder, darker, deeper, and closer... to itself.

Mine, mine, mine...

Inevitably, boundless crimson crimson climbed up his body and his senses.

He couldn't break free, he couldn't escape.

No.

It violently assaulted his thoughts and seized his will.

Fill his... everything.

Do not!
【My, my, my, my, my…】

Finally, as the boundless crimson completely filled him from the inside out, that unfamiliar voice from afar rang out from within him with unparalleled clarity, as if right beside his ear!
【mine--】

It seemed as if all chaos and barriers had been shed, and like a volcanic eruption and a raging tsunami, it roared from its own mouth:

[—Blood brothers!]

"what--"

He screamed in terror and jolted to his feet!
Panic, helplessness, and terror.

He was panting, trying desperately to grasp something.

Just then, a heavy, dark shadow suddenly appeared above his head!

It pressed down on us like a ghost, dark and menacing.

It seemed to want to cover him up and engulf him.

The next moment, the familiar feel appeared in my right hand.

Nervous, he didn't think twice and thrust the weapon in his right hand towards the shadowy figure!

"Snapped!"

With a soft click, his right hand was firmly gripped, leaving him unable to move forward or backward!

"Thales".

A familiar, hoarse voice emerged from the shadows, calling his name.

Thales was jolted awake!
"Yo, Yodl?"

The boy gasped for breath, trying to separate the crimson of his dream from the dark shadow before him, barely recognizing a pair of mirror holes reflecting a cold light.

In the dim light, the shadowy figure loosened its grip on his arm slightly.

"Yes."

“It’s me…I, I’m here,” the dark figure rasped, trying to comfort the still-shaken Thales, his words sounding rather clumsy.

"I'm here."

A gloved hand released Thales's wrist and stiffly and awkwardly patted the boy's arm, encouraging him to relax.

But the crimson color that permeated his dreams, that stained the entire world... was not here.

Thales, who had been on edge, relaxed for a moment, and the JC dagger slipped from his hand, only to be caught by Yodl.

"I'm here, I'm here."

The shadowy figure clumsily repeated, taking several seconds to find the next word:

"No...it's okay."

Thales let out a breath and collapsed backward.

But he was quickly supported by the masked guards and gently placed back on the pillow.

He looked at JC in Yodl's hand, feeling quite flustered and guilty.

“The dagger… I’m so sorry,” Thales said, his eyelids half-open, feeling weak and breathless.

“That was just… a nightmare, you know, I…”

But Yodl interrupted him:

"I know I know."

"never mind."

The masked guard helped Thales lift the pillow so he could lean against it, and also tucked the boy in.

Lying back in bed, Thales realized he was covered in a cold sweat.

The lining, which had been replaced sometime during the day, was soaked through.

Thales pressed the bandage under the lining, his nose filled with the smell of medicine.

He took a deep breath amidst the pain, only then realizing they were in an unfamiliar room.

Dim, gloomy, and narrow.

The room was small, only a dozen steps from his bed to the door. There was a small desk next to the bed, and a wooden window next to the desk was closed tightly, with a few slivers of daylight showing through the cracks.

A lamp, still lit, sat on a wooden platform in the distance, barely illuminating the room.

However… Thales, lying on the bed, squinted and noticed that although the bed and desk were relatively tidy, the walls of the room were dark and heavy, and there were even a few strands of cobwebs left in the corners of the ceiling.

"Where is...where?"

Thales struggled to speak, his throat feeling dry and hoarse.

"Baki Camp".

The masked guard walked to the wooden platform, and when he returned, he was holding a cup of water.

"You slept for a whole day and night."

So we came back.

one day one Night……

Has it been that long?

Thales gratefully took the water glass and poured it into his throat, which felt like it was burning up.

As Yodl watched him drink water, he grabbed a rope by the bed and pulled it gently.

"Jingle Bell……"

A faint sound of bells could be heard from outside the door.

“The doctor said you need to eat,” Yodl explained simply under Thales’s questioning gaze.

Before Thales could react, he could faintly hear arguing and footsteps outside the door.

"Ring, ring, that's a ring!"

“I swear I heard the bell! Felicia said it was the way men wake up… cough cough, the way they wake the servants… no, I don’t think it’s haunted… alright, coward, I’ll go myself!”

The person speaking and walking was clearly in a hurry, and along the way, one could hear many unexpected and chaotic collisions.

"boom!"

The next moment, as the door was violently flung open, Yodl's figure vanished into thin air.

Leaning against the bed, Thales squinted at the man who rushed in and awkwardly tried to maintain his balance.

This is a... soldier, and his clothes look somewhat familiar.

"You are……"

Thales put down his empty water glass and asked in confusion.

The soldier barely managed to maintain his balance, and when he saw Thales, his expression changed drastically, first with surprise and then with delight.

"Holy crap, this is insane!"

"Mud has finally given in!"

The soldier spoke with a heavy Western Wilderness accent, but he seemed to realize something, immediately coughed a few times, and subconsciously stood at attention, switching to the more standard Western Common Language unique to messengers.

"I mean, Your Highness, we are all deeply moved to tears by your beauty!"

Thales's forced smile froze.

The somewhat agitated soldier stared intently at the weak Thales on the bed, as if afraid of missing a single glance, while simultaneously uttering a long string of words in a stiff and mechanical manner:
"Ahem, with your presence—well, was it 'absolutely brilliant' or 'your arrival'—our... well, it's truly radiant..."

The soldier bowed his head after each sentence, his expression shifting with the occasional clumsy attempts at rhetoric, accompanied by frequent stutters.

"In short, we will certainly do our best to guard the borders of the kingdom, protect the desert, and manage the orcs well. Please rest assured, Your Majesty... Oops, this seems to be the last paragraph, cough cough..."

"Um, my team and I are honored to have you... I mean, to have gotten in with you, no, to have received you..."

Thales coughed loudly, interrupting his ill-fitting welcome speech.

“Okay, thank you, soldier, I appreciate your kindness,” Thales said weakly, pointing to the soldier’s side.
"You don't need to read the rest of the text."

The soldier blushed and awkwardly stuffed the cheat sheet, covered in writing and drawings, that he had been holding at his waist into his pocket:

"Well, the clerk in charge of writing letters passed away about two weeks ago..."

"Are you all alone here?" Thales looked outside the door and saw only dim light.

The embarrassed soldier snapped to attention and quickly stood at attention to reply:

"And there's the strange fire and the spirit blade—she just changed shifts, and the bewitching eye hasn't come yet—we have to come up every half hour to check on you, afraid that you'll be haunted by vengeful spirits, or that the money-hungry spirit blade will sneak into your bed and rape you..."

Thales raised an eyebrow.

The soldier realized something was wrong as soon as he spoke, and his expression changed:
"I'm sorry, you know that's not what I meant..."

He forced a smile, his hands trembling unsure what to do.
"What I mean is, Your Highness, we have always taken good care of you, treating you like our own son..."

The more he talked, the worse it got.

Despite his mental exhaustion, Thales perked up a bit after his nagging.

He sighed and reached out to stop the soldier from saying the rest of his words.

“I remember you are Snake Hand, a superhuman.”

"He is the new captain under Baron Williams."

The soldier named Snake Hand was slightly taken aback, then revealed a look of wild joy.

"Ah, you remember my name! Indeed, Your Highness is noble and handsome... Yes, Your Highness, please remember me. I am, Snake Hand under Lord Williams. I am utterly loyal and have absolutely no history of smuggling, tax evasion, or organized crime. Since being recruited by the Lord, I have shed blood, sweat, and tears for the kingdom every day..."

Snake Hand, who was immersed in yet another round of "pledging loyalty," saw Thales's gloomy face, quickly coughed, and got back to the main topic.

"Originally, the Baron wanted to capture a few pretty prostitutes or maids of noble gentlemen to please you—cough cough, I mean, to serve you in bed or something..."

"But you know, the camp has just calmed down, so he told the freak little... uh, that our glorious Stardust Guard Third Assault Team take good care of you, pamper you, and make you feel comfortable and happy so you won't want to leave..."

Thales, with a headache, reached out to interrupt the other person's long-winded speech, which had clearly been brewing all day:
"Thank you, please convey my gratitude to the Baron, and then..."

The prince forced a smile:
"I'm a little hungry."

Snake Hand paused for a few seconds before slapping his forehead.

"Oh, right, food! Yes, the Baron snatched quite a bit from those gentlemen... cough cough, I mean the nobles generously donated a lot to you and the Baron..."

Snake Hand spoke animatedly, then rushed out of the room, leaving Thales looking completely bewildered.

"Strange fire!"

After a series of footsteps, the faint shouts of Snake Hand could be heard outside the door:
"Bring the food up! Stop secretly—cough cough, secretly, um, secretly 'checking' things yourself!"

A dozen minutes later, in the room that had been closed again, Thales sat alone at his desk, staring at the food that the snake hand had just brought up.

He looked at the white bread baked with wheat, oatmeal, goat milk, and even honey on the plate...

And grilled fish, chicken, pork, and many seasonings that aren't available in the north...

Snake Hand said that this was something the Winged Legend had confiscated from the nobles of the Western Wilderness.
Thales sighed and put a mouthful of broth into his mouth.

Mmm, it tastes really good—compared to scorpions and spiders, and bloodthorn lizards.

God of the Desert, if anyone ever tells him again that the nobles of the Western Wilderness are located in remote, barren, turbulent, dangerous, poor, and miserable places, he will sever all ties with them…

Feeling his stomach gradually filling up, Thales asked the air:

"So, what happened to Baki's camp afterward?"

He waited a few seconds.

"Later," came a hoarse, indistinct voice from the void:

"Williams won."

Williams won.

Thales bit the spoon in his mouth and frowned helplessly.

Wow.

That's really detailed.

Just like when they first met, Yodl answered him, "Who is my dad?"

His language was full of diplomatic rhetoric.

Whenever Thales thought of what had happened, his lips couldn't help but curl up.

Good heavens, how old is he? Is he already feeling nostalgic?
But then Thales remembered something, and his mood somber.

"Where is the Kingdom's Secret Service?"

Thales asked the question in a cryptic manner, but Yodl seemed to know what he was going to ask.

"They had no horses and were forced to walk back."

The prince breathed a sigh of relief.

So, Quick Rope, Barney Jr., Belletti, Tardin, Cannon, Brie, and Sackel.

them……

His mood brightened.

“That was a fulfilling and interesting day, wasn’t it?” Thales said, half-jokingly.

A few seconds later, a hoarse voice filled the air, carrying a barely perceptible chuckle:
"Yes."

With his appetite greatly increased, Thales happily devoured the food on his plate.

"By the way, Yordle, about your injuries..."

"It's all better now, don't worry."

The reply came so quickly that Thales didn't even have a chance to finish his question.

But this made the prince frown.

"All right?"

Thales put down the half-eaten bread.

The injury... is healed.

He remembered that long ago, Yodl had shielded him from three vicious and deadly crossbow bolts, sustaining serious injuries in the process.

They parted ways thereafter.

What happened next, Thales knew nothing more—the prince's mission urged him to go north.

Six years have passed since then.

Memories of the past and a nameless melancholy flooded his mind.

Six years.

Thales' smile vanished.

He was silent for a while.

"Yordle, how have you been all these years...?"

The answer in the air remained brief:
"it is good."

Thales nodded slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Yes.

It's still him.

They are taciturn, silent, and sparing with words.

That masked guard from back then.

Is not it.

Thinking of this, Thales suddenly changed the subject:
"You know Sacel, don't you?"

This time, the reply in the air took several seconds to come, and it was filled with inexplicable emotion:

"A long time ago."

Thales frowned, his tone filled with worry:

"He said your mask is one of the royal family's secret treasures."

The room was very quiet.

no answer.

Thales took a deep breath.

He turned around and looked into the dimly lit, cramped room, but still saw no sign of any living person.

Unable to get a reply from Yodl, Thales could only sigh and press on:

"He also said that there is a price to pay for using that magical mask?"

There was another several seconds of silence, and just as Thales was about to speak again, the masked guard's voice came: "It's nothing."

"Everyone has to pay a price."

His voice was still hoarse, but it was full of unknown depth.

And the decisiveness with which the conversation ended.

He wasn't going to say anything more—the boy sensed this implication.

But Thales was not satisfied:

"So what exactly is that?"

He looked worriedly into the void behind him, feeling rather silly for shouting into the distance.

no answer.

"Yordle!"

This time, Thales' tone carried a hint of urging.

"The injuries you sustained six years ago when Aaron attempted to assassinate you, and the wounds you suffered in the dungeon before... those were no small injuries, but now you... if there's a price to pay..."

But only silence answered him.

Thales let out a helpless sigh.

"I saw it!"

The boy frowned, staring at the void with dissatisfaction and worry.
"When Ricky tried to take it off, your reaction was as if he was going to skin you alive!"

"If you're really alright, then why have I never seen you pick them..."

Thales stopped speaking rapidly.

The dimly lit room was deathly silent.

The shadow in the darkness remained completely still.

As calm and composed as ever.

Ok.

In this case.

Thales took a deep breath, suppressed his displeasure, and adopted the posture he had learned over the past six years, transforming into the aloof, proud, and noble Star Prince who faced the aggressive lords of Dragon Sky City.

“Yordal Gato,” Thales said solemnly and coldly.
"I command you: Tell me."

He raised his chin, his voice becoming serious:

"This is my order."

"An order from the Second Prince, Thales Shining Star!"

His voice was cold, his tone stern, and brooked no argument.

The response remained silence.

Suddenly, Thales felt as if the shadow in the darkness had moved slightly.

But what followed was a cold and hoarse voice:

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

Faint and fragmented.

Ruthless and cold-blooded.

"I only obey His Majesty's orders."

The words fell.

In that instant, Thales felt a chill run through his body.

Only obey...

His Majesty's order...

He stared blankly at the void, somewhat bewildered.

Is it.

Thales took a dazed breath and turned around stiffly.

He stopped looking behind him.

A few seconds later.

"Ok."

Thales heard himself speak awkwardly, feeling his tongue stiff and unfamiliar, even less fluent than his snake hand from before:
"Of course, it's His Majesty's order..."

He said with difficulty:
"of course."

Thales took a few deep breaths.

He picked up his utensils and began eating again.

Just like before.

but.

Just now, for the first time, he felt that the seemingly empty shadow behind him no longer gave him a sense of security.

The strange yet familiar purple mask no longer brought him a sense of security.

His Majesty's order.

Yes.

I forgot.

From the very first day he met me, what he did was...

His Majesty's order.

Thales suddenly remembered Selma in Dragon City.

She thought of those around her, who seemed to serve the Grand Duchess and obey her orders: Nicolai and Risban.

At that moment, he felt only a chill in his heart.

Lost in thought, Thales forced himself to eat a bite of meat or bread according to the most standard table manners taught by Ginny, but inexplicably felt as if he had a thorn in his back or a fishbone stuck in his throat.

I feel unwell all over.

It's too small here, and it feels a bit stuffy.

He thought so.

Thales put down his cutlery, looked up irritably, and saw only three tightly closed windows besides the dim, ever-burning lamp, with only faint light peeking out from the edges.

It's not breathable at all.

No wonder it's so stuffy.

It was pitch black, and we couldn't see any light. We didn't even know what time it was.

So where is this, the "sweet home" of the legendary Wings?
The thought of Roman's arrogant and haughty face made Thales' breath catch in his throat.

Damn pretty boy.

Thales stood up with a stern face, intending to open the window in front of his desk.

But when he was pushed, he froze.

The window in front of him had been sealed off at the handle by an extra wooden board nailed on.

What are you doing?
Thales frowned as he looked at the nailed-together window:

what is this?
Afraid of being hacked?

Or are you afraid I'll run away?

So all entrances and exits were sealed off?

Are you trying to trap me here?
Like... going to jail?
Recalling the dark cell that had tormented him for most of the night, Thales, in a foul mood, subconsciously turned his head away:

“Yord…”

But he abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence.

Damn.

The prince closed his mouth and took a few deep breaths.

He didn't speak again, but sat down again and picked up his cutlery.

Thales stared at the window that wouldn't open, his breathing quickening, his already irritable mood worsening.

Damn Roman.

Damn pretty boy.

Thales sat for less than five seconds before abruptly throwing down his cutlery.

He walked barefoot to the wooden table with the ever-burning lamp, grabbed his JC dagger, hurriedly walked back, stabbed it into the gap between the wooden board seal and the window frame, and pried it open with force!
"boom!"

Perhaps due to years of neglect, the wooden planks were extremely fragile. He didn't even need to use his finishing power to pry off a corner of the seal, exposing even the nail tips.

But Thales didn't stop. With a cold face, he stood on the chair and forcefully pried open the other corners of the seal.

He thought this would trap me...

Thales forcibly ignored his rumbling stomach and impatiently pried open every seal.

Damn it, dream on...

But at that moment, a gray blade appeared out of thin air!
It drew a graceful arc, went straight into the wooden board, then changed direction and quickly swept across several corners!
"laugh!"

With a few crisp clicks, the wooden board fell into a gloved hand and was steadily removed.

Thales frowned, watching the black figure beside him efficiently and swiftly remove the seal, revealing a considerable amount of light from the outside world.

"You can let me do it." The masked figure gently lowered the wooden board.

Thales snorted, stepped off the chair, dropped the dagger, and dusted off his hands.

“Is that so?” the prince said sarcastically.

"I thought so."

"You only obey His Majesty's orders."

The masked guard did not answer.

His figure rippled and disappeared into the air.

The prince scoffed, turned around indignantly, and slammed open the window!

Countless dust particles were raised.

This caused Thales to cough violently.

Damn it, I should have put on a face mask first...

Thales squinted, trying to fan away the dust while adjusting to the sudden bright light and cold wind.

Sunlight.

Cold wind.

The long-awaited sunlight, like a tide finding its outlet, surged into the window and filled the entire room.

It illuminated everything.

The biting wind, like a pack of wolves drawn by the scent of blood, thirstily rushed into the window, filling the entire room.

It swept over everything.

But the moment Thales looked up at the view outside the window, he froze.

No.

here……

here it is……

"Dong, dong, dong——"

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door!

Thales turned around alertly and grabbed his dagger.

The snake-hand's voice came from outside the door, sounding fearful and uneasy:

"No, no, no, sir, this is the Baron's order. Even someone as noble as you cannot... um!"

With a muffled thud, Snake Hand's words came to an abrupt halt.

Thales tensed up!
what?
Someone...attacked?
"Yordl?"

The boy, forgetting his earlier awkwardness, called out softly.

"Don't panic."

A familiar reply came through the air.

"I am here."

The long-lost sense of security and peace of mind instantly returned to his heart.

Deja vu.

The prince breathed a sigh of relief.

But before Thales could even lament how despicable and fickle he truly was...

"boom!"

The door to the room was violently opened!
Thales tensed up every muscle in his body!
A strong figure lowered his head and stepped into the small room.

The uninvited guest was a fully armored warrior who exuded an aura of menace. He turned his gaze and glanced at Thales.

The subtle sense of danger startled the prince, who instinctively raised his dagger.

Who is he?
The other person had a darker complexion and an unusual appearance. He had tangled braids on his head, black tattoos on his face, and strange, jagged lines tattooed on his neck.

But Thales, who had seen both Raphael and McKee, recognized him quickly.

This is a skeleton.

Thales stared at him in shock.

what happened?

The Bone Man...

it's here?
But Yodl remained unmoved in the shadows.

calm.

Thales could only tell himself, with a forced smile, that he should stay calm and that Yodl must have his reasons.

And he shouldn't be angry with me about what just happened... right?

However, the seemingly dangerous skeleton merely glanced around the room indifferently.

His gaze didn't linger on Thales for even a second longer.

Then, another shrill, abrupt, and extremely unpleasant middle-aged male voice, accompanied by an unpleasant, sinister laugh, rang out:

"Don't be scared by Gao He. Those markings on his neck are just a tradition of the Shalaren tribe."

"He won thirty-six duels, that's all."

Thales frowned: The Shalaren tribe, thirty-six duels?

The skeletal man named Gao He turned around, nodded, and left.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

This sound...

Having heard the old crow use a cane and seen the Black Prophet walk, Thales immediately realized: it was the sound of wood hitting the ground.

But this time, the sound was more rhythmic than the old raven's and lighter than the black prophet's.

"Oh dear, hehe, it's been a long time since I last came here."

The shrill voice rang out again, with a slight Western Wilderness accent.

But Thales swore that this was the most standard, complete, and fluent Western Common Language he had ever heard since entering the Great Desert, and it even carried the usage habits of Yongxing City.

"I once thought I would never come to this tiring and ominous place again."

Finally, a figure leaning on a cane appeared limping and staggering at the doorway.

The moment he stepped into the room, Thales's tension and attention towards Goch were completely taken over by this newcomer:

The other person had a clearly disabled left leg resting on their cane, which was propped up on the ground. Strangely, a long-handled sword with an unusual design was clipped to the cane, as if it was expected that its owner could wield the weapon while using the cane.

The owner of the shrill voice steadied himself against the doorframe, tugged at his armor robe, and chuckled sinisterly:
"Phew, this is really a test for my legs."

Leaning on his cane, he raised his head, revealing a middle-aged face that could hardly be described as human:

Withered and pale, with crooked lips.

Coupled with his cold, sharp voice and bright, piercing eyes, he sent chills down people's spines.

The moment Thales saw the other person, he was startled!
The middle-aged man, breathing heavily, sized up Thales:
“Ha, in those six years,” the other person chuckled unpleasantly, the laughter like a venomous thorn:

"You've really improved quite a bit."

"I bet the Yankees fed you well?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

Thales stared blankly at the middle-aged man's clothes, as if remembering something.

The other party maintained their chilling smile, awaiting a reply.

Finally, Thales took a deep breath.

"It's been a long time," the prince said, putting away his dagger, straightening his thin clothes, and speaking seriously:
"Your Majesty the Duke."

The owner of the cane stared at him for a long time, then burst into laughter:
"Hahaha, very good, you still remember this old bone of mine!"

His exaggerated expressions made his inhuman face even more terrifying, and he clapped his hands fiercely, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

Outside the door, the skeletal man Gao He coldly turned around and knocked the snake-handed man, who had just woken up, unconscious again.

calm.

The prince thought to himself.

Thales forced himself not to look at the snake-hand's condition, but calmly gazed at the guest before him:
"Your arrival is truly unexpected..."

The prince gently pulled out a chair as a gesture, then sat down on the bed without a word.

"So, are you here to support me, or to support Baron Williams, or perhaps... the Baki camp?"

At that moment, the other party's sharp, sinister laughter faltered.

It was as if they understood something.

The terrifying-looking middle-aged man stared directly at Thales, who appeared outwardly composed, and clicked his tongue:
"Very good, you don't have that peculiar milky smell that spoiled aristocratic playboys have... That's great."

“We should change our view of Yankees—maybe they aren’t just barbarians who know how to flip tables with their fists.”

Thales frowned slightly.

The middle-aged man gave a soft snort, lifted his left leg along with his crutch, and stepped into the room, one step at a time.

"Clang, clang..."

The skeletal man behind him, Goh, tacitly closed the door, leaving the middle-aged man and Thales inside.

Turn this place back into a...closed prison.

calm.

Thales reminded himself of this again as he watched the other person get closer and closer.

The middle-aged man limped toward the chair Thales had pulled out for him, his expression a mixture of sarcasm and wistfulness:

“But, as your first stop back home, Williams really shouldn’t have arranged for you to come here. This place is too high, too high…”

The middle-aged man stopped muttering to himself at the desk.

He turned to the side, staring coldly at Thales, revealing the window behind him.

And below the window, countless distant, miniature, and exquisite buildings that at first glance resemble building blocks.

"It's so high I'm worried, what if you accidentally..."

"Fall down from here."

Thales looked at the longsword on his cane and felt a chill run down his spine.

that's it.

The head of the Falkenhausen family, one of the six great families of the Starry Sky, whose emblem is a four-eyed skull.

The Duke Guardian of the Western Wilderness, Lord of the Wasteland, "The Unpopular One".

Cyril Falkenhausen.

He stood there, at the highest point of Baki's camp—in the top room of the "Demon Prince Tower"—and said calmly:

"Like...your father's brother?"

I recently started rewriting the free content for Volumes 1 and 2.

P.S. Someone actually said I'm selling bromance? Hmph, do I look like that kind of person? Do I? (Righteous and stern)
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