Star Knight Emperor

Carlos originally thought that he could see Lichter again before leaving prison-because he was sure that the time of leaving would be the trial, so when he was announced to be released, Carlos couldn't believe it.

"Sorry, may I—"

"You can leave Your Excellency, and we don't know more."

His crime was only ineffective protection, and the corresponding punishment was not worth mentioning in front of the death penalty. Carlos, who had regained his freedom, did not show any joy on his face, and was worried after being stunned.

How did Lichter do it and what did he do?

The crime of killing the prince can be pardoned. Carlos doesn't believe that it is enough to just talk. He can't wait to go back to Ziyuan Palace to ask Licht to understand.

They were originally on the front line, but were sent back to Emperor Star after the accident. Lichter sought medical treatment and he was imprisoned. Not counting the time Lichter was injured in the church, they hadn't met for a long time.During the undercover period, I could only listen to the voice.

Carlos is looking forward to the next meeting, but also has more complicated emotions.

He traveled unhindered and unstopped, including into Lichter's room.

Lichter was facing away from him, and several maids were helping him to dress up, while Carlos stood at the door, too stunned to speak.

——The clothes on Lichter's body still showed elegance and luxury, but they were not the prince's clothes.

"Why don't you say anything?" Licht turned around and told all the ready-made maids to go down. His attitude didn't look like he missed Carlos for a long time, as if they were drinking tea together last second. Seemingly, Licht's tone was very casual, "How about this body?"

Carlos' facial muscles trembled, and he turned his head without saying a word and was about to rush out the door. Licht stopped him, "Stop!"

Carlos had already put his hand on the doorknob, and Licht asked faintly behind him, "Where are you going?"

"Go and ask His Majesty to take it back."

How could he fail to see that Lichter's clothes were made by princes.Why would you become king at this time?

Lichter raised his hand and tugged on the glove, then sat down on a chair beside him casually, "Come and make me a cup of tea."

Carlos held back a series of questions. He was really afraid of hearing the answer. He took a deep breath, turned around and went back to the room to make tea for his highness. Licht brought the long-lost tea to his hand, and No rush to enter.

"I give up the right to inherit the throne," he said calmly, "Because of His Majesty's love, he made me king, and Bellman will become my fief. When the injury gets better, we have to leave Emperor Star and go to the fief."

Carlos looked up suddenly, stunned.

A prince who renounces the right to inherit, even if he becomes king, has no real power from the perspective of the royal family. He has completely withdrawn from the competition and will be blocked by the power center.

Carlos clenched his fists, the veins on his hands were bulging, he restrained his emotions and suppressed his voice, low and hoarse, "For me?"

"No," Lichter denied him immediately, "I am for myself."

"For yourself, for yourself? Haha..."

Carlos seemed to have heard the big joke. He knelt down on one knee in front of Lichter, looked up at his master, and said mechanically, "For yourself?"

Lichter repeated in a low voice: "For myself."

The bright light in those dark eyes was extinguished, they were originally dancing in the beautiful eyes, sometimes buried under the abyss, flashed by, but they really existed, they were the flame of life.But now there is only endless darkness in those eyes, nothing, nothing.

Obsession, hatred, ambition and desire, everything is gone.What is silent along with these things is the heart.

The heart dies before the body.Some people's minds are dead, but their bodies can live, but some people's minds are dead, and their bodies can't survive.Lichter is not the former, but the latter.

Carlos looked into those dark eyes, despair spread all over his body, his hands and feet were cold.

Can't do this, can't do this!

"You can't do anything! Only you can't do anything! We are still on the Emperor Star, and there is still time for His Majesty to take back his order. Licht, Your Highness, be sober! You know what you gave up!"

is what survival is all about!

"Because Ivy just died, the coronation ceremony will not be wasted, and this dress will be worn at that time."

"Your Highness!"

"One of the governors will also be suspended, and he will completely become an idle prince."

"Lichter!"

Carlos gave a rough growl and kissed him, interrupting Lichter's muttering to himself, the kind of speech that put others in the air made Carlos anxious, as if he couldn't catch him, Lichter Treat others as air, and you will soon become air and float away.

Lichter closed his eyes and let him kiss, Carlos just wanted to gag him, so after successfully interrupting Lichter's words, he ended the kiss, this seemingly menacing kiss was mixed with his fear.

"Your Highness," someone communicated outside the door: "The envoys of Her Majesty the Queen and Her Majesty Furth are asking to see you."

"Tell Her Majesty the Queen that I am in poor health and it is not convenient to see guests. As for the people of Furs, one word, get out."

There was silence outside the door.

He really doesn't care about anything anymore, he knows what he gave up, he is sober, very sober, why does everyone think he is irrational?He felt that he had never been so rational and calm.

It's just that everything seems to have passed away. Once I let go of the burden of more than ten years, my body and mind are light. Where did I fly to?All the right and wrong in front of him are both true and false, and his obsessions and delusions are all empty. It's not that he wants to let go, but that he doesn't want to look forward to anything, he doesn't want to do anything, and after that, he waits for his own...

Licht lowered his eyes: It doesn't matter.

Carlos knelt on the ground, held his hand on the armrest, pressed his forehead against his face, and buried his face in the shadows. Although he couldn't see his expression, his figure made people feel very pitiful. It was like praying and begging Lichter felt that he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't want to respond.

The soul seems to have been separated from the shell. He is happy and sad, and his body is too tired to respond. He wants to say something comforting, but he doesn't know what to say.This body is like a marionette, being pulled by the last string, moving from time to time.

really alive?When this idea came up, Licht had stepped into a more dangerous place, and he began to doubt whether he was alive, he was no longer alive.

The walking dead, how long can a soulless shell last?

Carlos didn't want to know the answer.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment..."

"Step aside!"

A figure rushed in regardless, and Weilante shook off the subordinates with red eyes and ran towards them. Lichter waved at the people and told them to back down, but failed to stop Weilante's subordinates from exiting embarrassingly.

"From now on, you will be the owner of Ziyuan Palace," Licht said in an elder's calm tone, "It's time to learn to be prudent."

"I won't be the master of the Ziyuan Palace!" Wei Lante threw himself on him, tears streaming down his face, "You are the master of the Ziyuan Palace, and I'm just a mess! I won't be the master, I can't do it! "

Wirant wiped Licht's clothes with tears, and pressed himself on the chair, refusing to get off. Licht said helplessly, "Be like a master."

"I don't! I just look like this, that's all!" Villant grabbed Licht's clothes tightly, "Do you trust me to be the master of Ziyuan Palace with this look!?"

Weirant's behavior was already considered a joke, but Licht patted him on the head unexpectedly, "Don't worry."

Villant's howling sound stopped suddenly.

"You know what to do when I'm not around, my brother, you've never been a mediocre person." Lichter wiped Verant's face with the hand not held by Carlos, "Live well, Vilant." Rand."

Virant hugged Lichter violently, buried his face deeply in his arms, his small body trembling constantly.

"You will come back to see me, right? Agent, I will act as an agent when you are away. The Ziyuan Palace is still yours. We are all waiting for you to come back..."

At the end, the words could not be stopped and turned into sobs. Wieland buried himself on Licht, crying from low to high, crying very sadly, but he was crying so sadly and painfully, and Licht did not cry. Make a promise that he won't even say that he will come back to see you.

"Woo, no, please, Lichter, brother, don't go, don't go, please..."

The fear of losing his brother shattered Weilante's brave appearance. Finally, he couldn't help calling his brother again, but the long-lost nickname didn't bring him any more bargaining chips. His brother just looked at him, It's just that-

Weirante's heart felt as if it had been thrown into the ice and snow, and it was so cold.

Who will save him, who will save Licht...

Virant got up from Lichter and looked around blankly, but only Carlos was kneeling on the ground in his eyes, and from Carlos, he smelled the same helpless breath.

The double clouds superimposed together, making the two of them breathless.

"Carlos..."

Weirante's eyes of hope and begging collided with Carlos. They were all looking for a support, and they all hoped to find some hope and comfort from other places. They had no way to do it. Carlos thought, if he speaks at this time, Maybe both he and Verante have to break down.

Before the time to give up, there must be a way, there must still be... Carlos hypnotized himself in his heart, he held Lichter's hand tightly, and made his voice sound as confident as possible, "Wilant, I'll take good care of him."

Virant stretched out his hand hastily, "He'll be fine, right?"

"Give him some confidence, huh?"

Carlos couldn't bear to deceive and didn't want to lie. He could only say this. In fact, both Verrante and he knew that they were just looking for some comfort for each other, as if as long as someone said there was hope in their ears, there would be hope .

Virant turned to look at Lichter, held his face in his hands, and put his cheeks close to him, then slowly got off the chair and wiped his messy face from crying.

"I will take care of everyone in Ziyuan Palace. I will keep the flowers in Ziyuan Palace still beautiful. I will wait for you to come back here. You must come back!"

Two days later, the empire announced the official news.

The third prince of the Stars Empire, Avi Julius, died heroically in the battle, and his knight died in the line of duty; the fifth prince, Licht Julius, suffered severe mental and physical trauma during the battle, in order to recover better , Licht voluntarily renounced the right to inherit the throne, conferred the title of king, and left Emperor Star to go to Bellman to recuperate.

The author has something to say:

(Put the lid on the pot) Xiaomao is to make the sugar sweeter!I'm a sweetie trust me!What Licht has insisted on for more than ten years is not to say that it will be easy to release immediately. The two of them have to scrape their bones to cure the poison _(:з」∠)_

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Chapter 22 I edited, I don’t know if I can read it, obviously there is no content, why block it_(:з」∠)_

PS: Thank you for the mine of the puzzle!

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